Fawkes-Rinzler

Torches of the Past Enoch set his farming tools down and sighed in exhaustion. Even with the turkeys aiding him, it was difficult work preparing the fields. Perhaps, if he'd had more people to help him, the job would have been easier. As it was, all he had were the turkeys, and the hopes that his people would soon start coming up for the harvest. Enoch glanced over at the slowly budding forest. The trees were small still, and let light through easily. Deeper into the woods, the trees were taller and stronger, but the young saplings near Pottsfield had many, many years before they would grow to be as tall as their siblings, deeper in the fore

Torches of the North The Days passed quickly into weeks, and the weeks quietly turned into months. All the while, The Beast and Enoch worked to replant the farmlands of Pottsfield. Every night, they slipped out of their shed together and begin their work. Sometimes, The Beast would go to the forest to cut down more Edelwood, but most evenings, he'd follow Enoch to another field to start their work. Enoch liked working with The Beast. Sometimes, the Hope-Eater would start singing, and Enoch certainly enjoyed that voice. One evening, as The Beast followed Enoch out of the shed, Enoch paused and glanced up to investigate something that had cau

Torches of Pottsfield When Enoch awoke the next evening, he immediately became aware that the Beast was no longer laying by his side. The Lantern, the Axe, and The Beast himself was gone. Enoch knew he shouldn't have felt as upset and hurt by this discovery as he was. The Beast wanted to move quickly to rebuild his Forest, and Enoch would need some of The Beast's trees to rebuild Pottsfield. It really only made sense that The Beast would have left when evening first fell. Enoch stepped outside the Shed and looked around. The ground was still wet from The Queen's rain. Enoch wanted to bow his head in thanks to her, but there was not a cloud

Pottsfield was in ruins. The barn, the homes, the chapel. Everything was burned to the ground. The only thing that seemed to have stayed standing was a small shed far out into the charred fields, where some old farming supplies had been kept. Enoch looked around as the Beast gently set him back down. Hesitantly, the black cat began to make his way down the road. Thoughts of his people's cries echoed in his memory. He could feel the helplessness eating away inside. He had no idea what to do, where to begin, or how to fix what had been broken.  A soft squish sounded in behind him and he quickly turned. The Beast was trying to pry a small pumpk

Enoch trembled as he clung to the limb of the Edelwood tree. Ash, dirt, and stray leaves were caught in his black fur, his eyes stung from the smoke, and his body trembled with exhaustion and fear. Although the fires had died out hours ago, Enoch was not ready to open his eyes. He was not ready to face the world around him. He'd tried so hard to protect the villagers... His family.... But in the end, everything was consumed by the flames. Nothing was saved, no mercy was spared. Pottsfield burned, the forest burned, and the people burned. When Enoch had seen there was truly nothing he could do to save Pottsfield, he fled into the forest. It w

Mack hummed a quiet, eerie tune to himself as he stood over the kitchen sink. The foam and bubbles in the water were slowly turning a rusty red color as Mack cleaned the tools that Vix needed. Mack, as a nurse, knew that using clean, sharp tools was important for getting the desired results. He dipped Vix's favorite scalpel into the water, careful not to cut himself. While Vix loved to lick the occasional trickle of blood from Mack's fingers, Vix did not like Mack messing around with his clean tools, so Mack was careful not to get it dirty. He then grabbed his own knife, a smile forming on his face. Mack loved his knife, almost as much as he

The Scientist raised his head from the clipboard and approached the monitor that showed the playroom where the current test subjects were playing in. The Scientist smiled as he zoomed in on a small boy who was looking incredibly dejected. The Instructor stood up from her chair and approached the Monitor to see what her partner was staring at. "Experiment 6181 is experiencing a new social interaction that he is struggling to adapt to. Fascinating....." The Scientist murmured as he watched carefully, "You can see it in his mind, he is looking for a way to adapt to the new situation, trying to find a way to cope... I doubt he will though. He wa

It had been an uncomfortably quiet solar cycle at the Palace of Quasars. Ever since news had arrived at the Emperor’s court that the Council of Galaxies and the Court of Spacetime had fallen to separatist landing parties, the Emperor had called upon his entire guard to protect their leader and the Palace as the last standing form of Government in the galaxy. The tension throughout the castle was nearly tangible as everyone waited anxiously for something. But what, they did not know. Delphos had been lived at the Palace since birth. Her mother, a representative of the planet Drej, and her father, a palace guard, had seen to it that she

Is this the Real Life? Is this just Puberty? Caught in a landslide, No escape from this body! Open your eyes. Look down at yourself and see! I'm just a poor boy! In a woman's body! Because it's hormones come, hormones go Hormones raging, hormone low. Any way sexuality flows doesn't really matter to me!!!! To mee............ Momma...... I think I'm a man! There's no easy way to say, there's something wrong with my DNA... Momma... This just feels all wrong! But I think we both knew that this was coming! Momma!!! Oo-oo-ooh! Didn't mean to make you cry! When I'm off getting hormone replacements tomorrow! Carry on... carry on..... As if I'm s

Chapter 5: Homesick Mobius awoke feeling strangely stuck and unable to move. He opened his eyes and glanced down at himself. Mycelium had formed over him as he slept, and small mushrooms were growing off of his body. With a soft laugh, Mobius got up and shook the feeble white strands off of himself. It felt strange, for a moment, Mobius was sad that he had to kill the lifeforms, but he did need to move. As Mobius grabbed his meal container and prepared to eat, he turned to look at the trail that he had made before sleep. Mobius paused and frowned. He had thought that he’d stopped his little trail of dug up earth right beside him, but