FateSpoiled

Featuring Piesk and Clary Winter, Year 769 of the New Age Oakfern, The Warren Piesk Piesk wondered if he might as well classify himself as nocturnal, sleeping most of the daytime unless someone called for his help and leaving his den at the break of dusk to go on whatever errand or adventure he had in store. Tonight was a similar situation as previous ones, waking when evening came and beginning preparations. As he walked around his den he made sure to take note of what all he had with him, preparing a journey to the Swan’s Beak for more mosses that grew in the high-humidity chamber with the river rippling over them, wetting the rocks

I watched my people fall whenever there was a battle to be fought. It was inevitable - the humans always died defending their countries. The countries didn't die in battle though. I guess that was what made us such good soldiers. The swinging of a huge axe beside me brought me away from the view on the battlefield. Sighing, I looked towards the nation with the stupidly spiky hair. He was pumped as usual, desperate to get out and fight. I, however, felt guilty about standing back and letting others fight. As the third swing of the axe nearly removed my head, I spun round and grabbed it in mid air, drawing the shocked gaze of Denmark. "Swinging