In the dark it came,
Silent as a winged owl
Evil was its game,
And one became two.

Wish me well, on my trip to hell
For a split soul it's not right
My pain came at night
But still.... I'm alive

The night was cold,
Death was no where
For truth be told...
There was none

STEAL IT AND DIE!!!!!!

Stat

Short Story

When his mind was still new, Sprechender Tod was his name. He was a jolly ol' chap you'ld ever meet around the Dark Forest. Now, most pets have parents; Not my Speaker, no. He was born from the fog and earth, some say. No true beast, or thing, clamed him their's.

Not having a place of his own, he wonderd into the Dark Forest. Now, see, the forest was named that 'cause all dead spirits went there to go to Heaven, or to Hell. Being young, Sprechender didn't know what was in store for him.

Days later, he slowly began to see and hear things no mortal should know about. Death was talking to him; wispering things of life after life, and a life of unimaginable powers. Speaker liked what he was told, and wanted it. He made a deal with Death...

The powers ran wild through his vains, he liked the powers even more. At first he couldn't control them, but soon he was better than Satan's dark magic. Every creature feared Speaker, his coat had changed black as the shadows, making it harder to tell if he was there or not. His eyes changed, too. They lost their happy look, and now glows a silver color. His pupils vanished, leaving him blind. But with the powers he had, he could see the fear of things, and could sense their body-heat.

One day, the spirit of Death came back to Speaker, telling him he needed to bring more to the realm of the dead. He noded and slinked off, away from the Dark Forest, and into the living world. Speaker had no trouble, his claws and teeth worked well in killing. Though if that could not do the job, he used his gruesomest power. Death was well pleased with Sprechender Tod, but the faerie Queen was not one bit happy...

In secrete, she came to Death, saying that Sprechender Tod couldn't be alone, he needed a 'partner in crime'. The spirit of Death agreed and sent Sprechender on a quest to find someone to be his slave of the Dark Forest. Speaker loved the new idea, and took it straight to heart.

Within three days of being in the living world, he found someone. It was a young Xweetok, named Maple Flower. Speaker could sense a hidden power inside her, waitting to come out. This odd power seemed to balance his own powers, which was just what he was looking for.

He weaved a curse apon the young child, making her very ill. So ill, she couldn't move, or open her eyes; she was close to dying. But die she did not. On the night before she was to die, she had a dream that lead her to the Dark Forest.

Speaker met her face-to-face under the gateway to the Realm of Death. He showed her charm, made her feel safe, and lead her past the Todesbaum- the mark of no return. The moment she was past the tree, she transformed into a shadow-spirit. Her fur was all black, and a silver patch of fur on her hip, that looked like a skull. Not only had she changed on the outside, but the inside as well.

But the transform wasn't compleat, she could leave the Realm of Death and become 'normal' agian, but she couldn't leave the Forest, Death and Sprechender Tod wouldn't let her. Each night she would turn into an evil beast and slay the innocent. She beaged Speaker to let her go, that she couldn't take the "pull" of Death's grip. He laughed and said to the little Xweetok, that her soul was being split; a thing no beast's soul should do. The Fairie Queen, by now, had had enough of Speaker's unkindness, she tryed to stop him.

She came down hard on Speaker, but he only laughed. He, Speaker, had been made from the ground and fog; the Queen had none, or little power over him, so he thought. The faerie Queen made death, and can give life as well. Though she new that if she gave Speaker a heart and blood, nothing would happen, for the spirit of Death would help Speaker. There was only one thing the Queen could do, and no one could changed it. She split the soul of Spreachender Tod. One half was evil, and the other was filled with sorrow. She tried to help the poor Xweetok, but only Speaker could change her back. But how, no one knew.

Both split souls now live in the Dark Forest, never wanting anything to do with the other. Neather can leave the forest, and none have the powers that Death gave. Though, when the soul split, Sprechender changed into a gray coated lupe, and the other half became Todes Engel and was still black. Both split souls have a little hate with Fyora, though she doesn't care about them any more. Maple flower is the gaurd of the Todesbaum and can't leave the Forest. Her soul is still spliting.