"Is it what I fed upon? Something so soft and violent at the same time, what consumes me but is always distant from my grasp." He said aloud to nothing as the light cradled his senses and his form bobbed in its wake like a fallen twig in a slowly churning brook. He reached for it and swam to drink its call, because he could hear it now, singing to him just beyond the breach. He opened his soul for it and the sides of the world bent around him as he fell faster and faster, faster than the stars spun in the universe, plummeting into the divide.
"I will come again and feed upon it." He said gleefully, but as he was to burst through, he thought but I will make havoc and pain the break of each day if I am betrayed!
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The Scheme of All Things: Part I
FantasyA young hero, whose family was slaughtered by a demonic entity, traverses dimensions with with his shape-changing brother to save the world from an impending darkness.
