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Chapter 8 - Isaac "I have decided. This is the best course of action." The hour of truth is upon us. Mortis has returned in a shadow-like state, and she is the cause of the plague. In conflict with Luselia once again, the Life Dragon is struggling not to awaken and destroy everything She created. Night fell upon the land, and in the Church of Caltrier, one hero is willing to fall asleep and sacrifice themselves to finally have the answer to this disaster. Isaac's tail lashed. "I wouldn't lie to you all about being afraid. But even the most valiant of soldiers feared going into battle. ...This is it." Surrounded by his friends and family, our Tabaxi downs the sleeping potion that was brewed for him and lays back in his bed. Amethyst, tears in her eyes, places a hand on his arm. "Will you come back to us?" *YAWN* "...I will try." Avaros folds his hands, "Good luck, my son." and lowers his head in prayer. Everyone's faces began to blur and soon enough the world faded to

Chapter 7 - Tearing Asunder "NOOOOOO!" Luselia screamed in fear and dove towards the figure while still trying to keep the enemy at bay. "IT CAN'T BE YOU! There's too much at stake with you! LEAVE!" The deadly shadow writhed and tried surging towards its next victim. "WAKE UP!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------- "We've reached an impasse, and a conclusion that I'm disappointed we didn't reach sooner." Time was running out with no permanent solution in sight. Our Heroes had reconvened to their favorite meeting place, the Church of Caltrier, where a grievous discovery had just been made now that the chaos was at an uneasy standstill. It's a Sleeping Plague. All those that fall asleep eventually die soon after. And Luselia, the Life Dragon, has been in an endless slumber since the very beginning. The plague is more than likely killing Her and She's trying to wake up. But that in it of itself poses another problem. If Luselia were to wake up, the

Chapter 6 - Swan Song *Knock, knock, knock* The door opens and there is quite the curious sight on the other side. There stands a roguishly handsome man holding a bouquet of roses. "Good day, my lady." "Hello. ...You look very familiar. Oh! Right, my son's wedding, now I remember." "Yes, but... we've actually met once before." "Mom?" A young lady comes down the stairs. "Who's at the door? Who are- Wait... You're the guy who- What are you doing here?" The man hands over the bouquet. "These are for the both of you... as an apology. May I come in and explain?" "Sure." The older woman welcomes the stranger inside. "Make yourself at home, I'll start making some tea." ------------------------------------------------------------------- King Orin tapped his fingers restlessly on the windowsill as he gazed into the brightening sky. It's been a couple of days so far since the start of the fly-over. With the new, deadly plague actively preying on people in their sleep, a