Tavros (2014-03-13 22:29:06)

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I ran. Faster. Faster. No use. It was closing in.

Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. Hello, I am Azalea. It's a stupid name, I know. But this isn't about me. This is about him. Who's him? Stop asking stupid questions. I'll get to that. Anyway, I'll tell you where this all started...

It all started back when- No, not when I was little. Not 2 weeks after I touched some 'cursed' item. This happened now. Now. In the forest. With some people I call 'friends'. Just to let you know, real friends don't drag you out to an abandoned Indian Sacrificial burial sight or some other. Futhermore, they won't force you to summon an ancient monster that kills them all.

Let me explain. The Dream Eater was a human size wolf like creature with a big black mane. Over his snout full of ragged knife sharp teeth, he wore the skull of a horse. His red eyes shone through bright. On his hands, yes HANDS, Were his razor sharp claws. The dream eater used to ravage the Indian tribes and kill , AND EAT, whom so ever he could kill. Which was most everybody. I swear, that thing moves freakishly fast. He moved so fast, he wiped out an entire RACE of Indians. But not before BraveEagle got to him. Summoning all the strength in himself, and the moon goddess, he trapped Dream Eater in a dream catcher, never to be touched again. Until these idiots show up.

I don't think you need me to explain how this 'accident' happened. I'm pretty sure you know how teens are these days. After All, You are one aren't you? But these fools ignored every sign, warning, even the eerie fog that rolled out of the middle of the dream catcher. And they touched. Held it up in the middle of the pentagram in front of them. And let me tell you, they payed for it.

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