didn't I say the world was cruel

[Misery]

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MISERY Misery only wanted the best for her son. He was the oldest son she had - all the others were dead. Lost before they had aged. She didn't know Samhain's fate, she assumed him gone. Her voice was soft, she had hurt him with her sharpness. His ears had sunken back in the orange hair - they were trying to wash the blackness from his fur. Her voice grew more gentle, maternal and sweet. "You beckon the unformed ones... You open your mind to the ini when you don't sleep. Wicked things move there, you do not want your heart to become one of the unformed, do you?" The unformed. Dark and mindless creatures of pure and utter evil. He was a good boy but without sleep he kept further and further away from Ankh. It was she who guarded the realm of dreams - nightmares were Tak's domain. With neither he broke apart. "Good boy." Warm and affectionate as she studied him. "You must make friends here, Lark. We cannot appear as outsiders...we must appear the same as them." But they were not. They never would be.

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