Time Is Fluid Here', Said The Demon.

It Is Neither Fair Nor Unfair, Nobody Owens. It Simply Is

He Was Walking Into Faerie, In Search Of A Fallen Star, With No Idea How He Would Find The Star, Nor How To Keep Himself Safe And Whole As He Tried. He Looked Back And Fancied That He Could See The Lights Of Wall Behind Him, Wavering And Glimmering As If In A Heat-haze, But Still Inviting.

The War Had Begun And Nobody Saw It. The Storm Was Lowering And Nobody Knew It.

The Fallen Autumn Leaves Were Slick Beneath Bod's Feet, And The Mists Blurred The Edges Of The World. Nothing Was As Clean-cut As He Had Thought It, A Few Minutes Before.

Call No Man Happy, Said Shadow, Until He Is Dead