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 | Casting a Shadow: Part OneAt the entrance to the one dreary spot in Faerieland, Jhudora's Bluff, a cloaked figure stood at the entrance. A soft, yet somehow sinister violet glow surrounded her. She looked around. “It doesn't look like anyone's spotted me... Good.”
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"The Monster Inside" by spidermanfan234
"I have a riddle for you, Master.
Do you think that you can solve it?”
No, the answer sought could not be found in books—
His wits strewn—he threw them from the shelf,
While the mirror asked a question dared by none.
“Riddle me this, Thade: What have you become?”
Rage exploding, glass shattering—he looked,
And saw a reflection of himself.
Broken, twisted, ugly . . . but not quite dead;
Only darkness left inside his head.
Darkness was everywhere.
Thade took comfort from the darkness. It had consumed him. Numbed his pain. Negated poisonous thoughts like: accepting defeat and making amends. It had brought him solace when nothing else could—when he had even failed himself. And the darkness had made his choking insanity seem less . . . insane.
His life was darkness now, and it was just fine. Most of the time.
Thade left his library and roamed the house. The nice thing about being dead was that he no longer had to walk through each room to get places. He WAS the house. Well, to be more technical (and less cool-sounding), his undeparted spirit inhabited and controlled the house. Either way, it definitely came in handy when scaring the wits out of foolhardy adventurers who entered. He took joy in frightening them to the point of crippling terror. And he never failed to cackle with glee each time their speech crumbled to incoherent babble. For some reason, entertainment like that never got boring.
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Professor Lambert was at his wits' end, and with as much wit as he had that was a place he rarely found himself. All day he had been interviewing applicants for a job sorting books in the Seekers' library. No one who had come in so far seemed right for it.
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