"Trials of the Tax Beast" by seegensays The story went that my little green impishness was so awful it made people run in terror. That didn't happen most of the time; people just gave me a percentage of what they had on them in a defeated sort of way. Some part of them assumed that I was fearsome...
Inevitable Betrayal: Part Three Her last memory was of venturing to the kitchen for a snack, and then nothing. There was a big, black void where time had been lost that she couldn't account for.