Duckyworth

Midlothian slept soundly the entire night. Whatever she dreamed was known only to her. The ferret occasionally stirred, giving off a tiny moan as she did so. The previous night had been so unrestricted. Though she had not known what had happened to her, it was as if all chains had been unbound from her. Her mind had been awash with feelings of joy and tribulation. They had exploded into a kaleidoscope of bliss. Then it came crashing down and she lapsed into slumber. The best example would be a lead balloon, but like all crashes, recovery ensued. And as the morning rays hit Midlothian’s face, she found herself slowly awakening. A soft moan accompanied her, and as she opened her eyes, she found something most peculiar. The room itself spun around, flowing incoherently. Great nausea swelled up within her, moving from her stomach to a soft burp of air from her mouth. But what got her attention the most was the pounding in her head. It was like someone was pounding a nail into the side

The two goblins hurried through the forests of Water Dragon Isle as fast as their stubby legs could carry them. Though their speed was somewhat hampered by the sheer fact they each were carrying something heavy in their arms. As the pair continued to run, their trek was halted momentarily as a roar rang out behind them. “Hurry! They be coming!” The taller goblin cried. “I be hurrying as fast as me legs can take me!” The shorter goblin snapped. They didn’t get far for in a flash, a bulk of yellow blew past them, landing several feet away. The minute they did so, their haul tumbled, rolling away. “No!” The bulk cried hurrying along to catch the objects the goblins dropped. Before the green monsters could react, a heavy force pressed against them. In a desperate attempt to escape, they swirled around, but that only served to pin them down easily. A heavy breath blew against their faces, and an angry white face stared back at them. The creature before them was not human, or even a