I have lost so much; friends, family, my sense of morals and even my sense of worth.

I have orchestrated thousands of deaths and bore witness to so many more.

I have transformed a once pulchritudinous landscape into a treacherous wasteland, with the majestic wildlife, now savage beasts and the alluring Flora and Fauna, now decaying stems.

All for a twisted sense of justice

All because one man eradicated my home and most of my species.

I, Miaba Scotch am a monster.

A killer.

A nightmare.

But, I can not turn back, now my vengeance is almost complete.

So, I continue scouring the woods, in pursuit of the rebellious Princess, the detestable human and the wounded girl.

Speaking of the girl, I used to despise her, not for the same reasons as the Princess and the foreigner, but simply because she was too innocent.

For you see, she was one of my remaining species, who has seen firsthand the capabilities of the Planeststicks. (That is the Princesses species in case you were wondering.), but yet remained in trust of them.

Granted, she was only an infant when the fire occurred, but still I expected her to feel some resentment towards them, especially since the other adversities she has faced at the hands of them, what with being kidnapped, witnessing the woman she calls Mother die and the man she calls Father blame and shun her.

After a while I find myself in a clearing, where a familiar face awaits.

The figure domineers over me, as they gloat "You're too late Missy moo, they're gone."

I stare up at their gruff exterior, my eyes blazing with fury, as I bellow "They're what!"

"Gone" they repeat nonchalantly, an unfazed look pressed upon their face.

"And you didn't think to stop them!"

"Nope! In fact I even helped them get away."

"You did what!"

"You heard me."

My rage that started as a flicker of a flame is now a full grown furnace, as I yank one of my men's swords and swing it towards my former friend, stopping just short of his head.

"Go on!" he calls, in a tone that's not mocking, but rather pleading.

"You want me to kill you?" I ask, my rage subsiding and being replaced with confusion.

To which he nods, a small tear duct forming in my eyes, much to the bewilderment of my soldiers.

"Why?" I query, trying my best to stifle my tears.

"Because, I am tired of constantly fighting for survival, tired of two personas living inside my head, tired of my questionable choices and my murderous ways! I was once so hungry, I shot a Planestsick and ate them whole, no wonder they won't let me into the camps, I'm a monster, a monster who wants out, out of this hell! So, if you have any remorse left in you, then you will kill me! Kill me!"

I nod, handing back the sword to the soldier and ordering him to execute, muttering 'I am sorry Eli' as I march by, in pursuit of those I hunt.

Many Years Ago

Since departing with Blukus, I find myself in a library, searching the shelves for any information that might aid me in my quest.

Because, although Blukus gave some insight into how I might free my friends, it was not enough.

But, this proves no easy task, for the library stood at improbable proportions and had over 5 billion books in its collection.

An hour passes by and I have yet to yield any results, which seems to garner the attention of the librarian, who I fear might kick me out.

For, you see the inhabitants of this Kingdom have not warmed to my presence and I suspect the librarian will be no different.

The librarian was a elderly gentleman with a wrinkled complexion, an arched wooden cane and a stern right posture.

He wore a black tweed jacket over a crease less white shirt that buttoned all the way up the front. He also wore a pair of polished derby shoes and white gloves that a butler might typically wear.

Despite appearances however, his demeanour is warm and inviting, if not a little haughty and strict.

He approaches me, greeting me with a welcoming tone, with only a hint of indifference, and an extended hand.

I take his hand and shake it, listening to him as he introduces himself.

"The name is George Ainsley, I run the establishment here and I could not help but notice that you seemed lost, so thought I should come offer my assistance."

I know he is expecting an answer, but I don't really know what to say, my mind filled with worry that at any moment soldiers will march through the doors and take me.

So, in a mumble, I say the only thing that comes to mind, "I am looking for a book."

He lets out a lighthearted chuckle, as he says "Well, I imagine so or else you would not be here, but this book that you are searching for, is it a particular one or are you merely browsing.

"Uhm, a particular book, well sort of, I am looking for books on Salamander prisons.

He gives me a quizzical look, but I don't say anymore, for the last time I wholeheartedly trusted someone it ended in one friends death and the entrapment of 14 others.

The Librarian claps his hands together, as he utters "Dae Le Encompas Le devillea."

I stare him at blankly to which he acknowledges in his words, as he says "The one and only book on Salamander prisons , written by Horatio Hermsäborg, published many years ago and roughly translated..."

"Do you have it?" I ask interrupting, keen to free my friends and return to some normality.

The Librarian's face creases into a frown, as he responds "My, my, your keen."

"I am so sorry."

"No worries! I am sure whatever your reasons, you no doubt desperately need this book and while it is not in our collection, I am good friends with Horatio and see no reason while he will not lend you a look.

"Great, let's go!"

"Not so fast I am afraid, for you see why I am unfazed by your nudity, Horatio most certainly will not be."

So, with that the Librarian guides me through the Library, up some stairs, down a corridor and towards a closet filled with an endless array of outfits.

Author Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now, I know that I was absent for a while, which has no doubt effected my readers, but I am trying to push past my barriers and stop doubting my talent. And so, in the hopes to get back some readers I have included a challenge.

The challenge is as follows, in this story there is a familiar character introduced that is a frequently mentioned character in another one of my stories, if you are able to identify which story and comment down bellow, then I will include an OC of your choice in the next chapter of this book.

To clarify it will be the first person to comment correctly who receives their OC in the next chapter. If you have won I will message you directly congratulating you and asking you to send over a character profile, including the character's name, age, species, appearance, personality and if you so wish a short introduction to the character.

I will endeavour to put the next chapter containing the winner's OC up next Sunday or before then, but this is not set in stone.

If you do not receive a message from me directly within a week assume that you were not successful.

Now all that is left to say is good luck.