The void lay in silence and the chaos slept. Timeless decades passed and the chaos slept. Between worlds twisting and turning the chaos slept.
The silence would not last. The time would fall into place. The void would be opened.
The worlds needed balance, and the chaos never slept forever.
It had been silent for too long, a silence that had no hum or beat, no buzz or ring. The silence wrapped the chaos like a blanket, the darkness lay its head like a pillow.
Cutting through the silence was a call from beyond the void. A crack in the surface. An echo traveled and the silence was no more.
The chaos stirred in its slumber.
The call grew louder as the crack opened. The smell of blood. A vessel has been offered. It was time for the chaos.
And the chaos awoke.
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From Within
FantasyThalia wakes up in the middle of the woods covered with a strange scar on her chest, no memory of the last twenty-four hours and the sense she is not alone in her skin. With the help of her friends they uncover the mysterious activities of a dark hi...
