Zane Peters watched the news with growing anxiety. The Beast below was getting agitated again. That had been happening more and more.

There was a sense of pressure like that of an oncoming headache. He could feel that thick writhing coldness pushing, alm…

Shy child in tatters

Winter's ward

Too weak and cold

To lift her sword

How hast thou come here?

Stumble toward

My outstretched arms, dear waif!

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Sweet sprite of whimsy!

Tumbling round

The fairy circles

On the ground,

Be'est fille or faery,

Thou hast foun…

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