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The Fallen Flower
Bubbli
The tales of this story aren't that of fantasy, it does not come to that of a happy ending. This is a tale of a quiet little halfling, a flower, stolen from the garden of life much to early. Twisted and Tormented from the life she once knew. From the happiness and peace she once knew. The young white Lily began to be tainted in blood to now her petals are torn and stained red. :: The day began as any other. Lily, tending to her wheat fields in the town of Dunwood. But this was not just an ordinary day. For when the night falls on this day, her life will never be the same. :: A request from Dawn's Bakery came in for a small delivery of wheat. Normally the Halflings of Dunwood wouldn't deliver such a small amount. But Lily couldn't disappoint Dawn, and from her own garden gathered the bits of ready to harvest wheat, and set off to delivery them. Part ways there she came upon two cloaked figuares. Lily, always fearful of strangers, tried her best to take a longer route around them as to not get there attention. She passed the sandy fields, and just before the Golden Harvest area came to her sights there they were again. A man cloaked in gray and aman cloaked in gold. They slowly walked towards her. Lily began to open her mouth but could not speak, a foul stench of rotting flesh surrounding her. Frozen in fear, she did not know who this men were, but it was if her feet were shackled in place. And before she knew it, they were inches from her. :: A voice like no other came from one of them, the air around her grew cold. "Overlord, why did you take such an intrest in such a weak creature as this?" As the man in gray turned his head to the other. "I'am not to sure Prophet, but I do not ignore that gift of sense that was blessed to me by Iblees." I did not know nothing that these men were talking about, all I knew that every fragment of my body was screaming for me to flee. I clenched my fists tightly and with every ounce of energy I had left in this small body of mine turned and ran. But I knew. I knew it was to no avail. As if by magic many monsters appeared in front of me and grabbed hold of me, as to be controlled by these men, I tried to scream and couldn't, it just began to get darker and darker, until I was just surrounded in complete darkness. I was not to wake for what seemed like weeks. And when I did, I was surrounded by the sounds of creatures screaming.  The lava was pouring from every wall, the smell of fire and ash surrounded me. But this was only the beginning to what I was to deal with. Nightmares isn't enought to describe what I was going to endure. I was to suffer what seemed like years of torture and torment, by these two men. I don't remember much before that or after that. All I remember now is where my loyalties are. I serve only for Iblees. For no other God saved me from those times. The things I have learned from back when I was mortal no longer matter. All that matters now  is to serve the Master that took all my fears away. I'am no longer timid, shy, worthless, or weak. I have been given something much more. More than anyone ever could offer me. I will show others what I have been shown. And they will understand that in this world there is no place for weak beings. This is the first Volume of my stories. The beginning of my new life. A life that is deprived of living. Being reborn as an Undead.