These are the short story series. These just bring a more thorough understanding of the world. I am definitely up for suggestions for these series though. I will be using this to either clarify, tell a story from the past, or introduce new things.

Enjoy!

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“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppp!”

“Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!”

“Stoooooooooooooooooooopppppppppppp! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeee!”

The shouts. I hear them every night! The screams! The beggings!

MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!

I’m sorry! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!

I hear them, my clan dying and crying in pain! Agony, despair, hopelessness! I couldn’t do anything! Why! Why am I alive!

WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE LEFT!

I ask the questions but they’re never answered. All I hear is the sound of my people dying, butchered, tortured, raped.

Over and over and over and over.

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(Arc POV)

“He’s doing it again,” I told grandpa.

He sighed, “That pain will forever mark him. Though he is mentally older for his age, he still is a child. Go, and do the same as before.”

I nodded and went to Gale. He was squirming in the bed that we had made. He and I went everywhere looking for things that could be used to make a bed. This was one of the first things we did when he was given the gift. We found some tattered sheets from the city and I restored them. We got wood from the forest outside and we gathered leaves and put them inside of the sheets to make a bedding and some pillows. It was new for me to try and do but it made sleeping easier for a fleshy like him.

That same night; we found out. He would have nightmares that he would forget the next day. Almost as if he was trying to forget the experience but his will won’t let him so he dreams about it every night. This went on for a time until my grandpa gave me a potion. Just a drop from this and the person won’t have nightmares for the night. It was the only thing we could do, other than making him realize the truth of the matter and my grandpa did not think it was a good idea just yet. The potion also works as a stimulant, making the imbiber aware. It brings to mind dreams and makes the imbiber remember things better. But its effects are random, it might make the imbiber aware slowly, making the connection a soft blow. Other times, the imbiber is aware all at once, making them go crazy at the thought depending on how disastrous the dream was.

It’s a double-edged sword but it would help, I thought as I dripped a single drop on his lips.