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A little sneak peak at the first chapter of my fanfic

The path Duncan was treading was filled with rocks and glowing gems, the ground was covered in mist. The path winding and twisting, the environment becoming more and more distorted and eerie. It always leads him to the same end. 

To a castle that was made from death. People all around were hanged. Yet none of this scared Duncan, he kept that blank expression on his face as he walked the rocky bejeweled path, leading him to an arena and a throne room all in one.

There sat a large beast, with coal for skin, and horns that are like the devils. He held a large jagged sword in one of his hands. The beast rises from his throne made of bones and walks down a set of steps, its left eye bursting into a blue flame. Once at the bottom of the steps, the beast stood in place, towering over Duncan. He reaches his hand out to him, and Duncan does the same.

The beast pulls Duncan into an embrace, his sword dissipating in a blue mist as he wraps his arms around Duncan, who feels his life being drained away. Despite this, he felt at peace. It felt so comforting in these arms.

“Good Morning Arcadia Oaks!”

Fun fact. Did you know young crocodiles and gators like to climb trees and just chill up there?

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Drawn a year ago for the GhostSoap zine.