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It began with a drink. A mug of bourbon. No questions were asked since he trusted them. There was no reason not to. Then the ship around him began to swirl and before he knew it, Cristianno fell onto the floor, the last thing he saw was his friend Ziggly closing in on him, with a distressing look on his face. “Sorry, Cris…” Cristianno’s mind quickly questioned his comment, but everything soon turned to black.
“Cristianno, we can’t have children. Ever.”
“But…Niela. Why?”
“You’ll kill them.”
“No! I would never do that!”
“I’ll kill them. To protect you.”
“No you won’t!”
“They’re innocent, Cristinno! Innocent!”
Innocent…Blood of the innocents…
“Joo sons be dead, Cristianno…”
“No! NO!”
“ Dey be part of joo now. Innocent blood make joo live longa.”
“Shut up, Tia!”
“I be doin dis for joor own good, Cristianno. Don be fightin it.”
“I will never take another innocent again, Tia!”
“It be too late…”
His chest seemed to hurt a little, “What’s going on,” he kept asking, as he grasped his chest. The beach was empty around him. “What’s going on!” he screamed. A sudden breeze hit, his auburn hair flowed around him and in between strands, he noticed small figures approaching him. Children.
“Are you our father?” the six young ones said in unison. Cristianno looked at the orcs, goblins, elves walking toward him. One of them fell on the sandy beach as the others continued.
“No…what happened to him?”
“Are you our father?”
Cris gasped again, clutching his chest, fingers digging into his flesh. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another child, this time an elf, fall onto the sand. “What’s going on?”
“Father?”
Each time he took a large gasp, a child fell. It wasn’t long when he noticed all six of them were on the ground. He quickly ran to one of them, and he was cold. Dead. Cristianno shuffled over to the next child and the next, and they were all the same. All dead. He shook his head, desperately looking around for someone to help him, but aside from himself and the little dead bodies, the beach remained desolate.
He sat on the ground and held a child close to him, his heart beating hard before the child began to dissipate in his arms. Cris looked down and noticed that the little body began to turn into tiny specks of light that rushed at his large shark tooth.
“No!” but he couldn’t help it. The little bodies around him turned into tiny lights and rushed at him, knocking him onto the sand. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his sight as he stared at the darkened sky above him.
“You think he’ll realize what just happened?” The goblin looked down at his friend, concerned that the unconscious Cris was twitching on the bed.
“Only if joo be tellin ‘im.”
Ziggly looked up at the troll, “If he finds out and threatens to kill us, I’ll go after you first, Tia.”
Tia glared at Ziggly and smirked. “Evah loyal Ziggly.” She took a step back. “I be disposin da bodies now. Joo watch ‘im.” The troll walked away with three small bodies in her arms.
The goblin looked down at Cris and sighed. “It… it was for your own good. But, you just say the word, Cris, and I’ll kill her. I swear it.” He sighed and sat on the ground, leaning his head against the bed. His eyes fell on a small body nearby and he shook his head, looking away.
Silently, he prayed Cris would never find out what had just happened.
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