Friday, 28 August 2009
12:45:32 PM (GMT)
There are 20 rooms. Full of sparkling water. The sun streams in, but can be flicked
off with a simple spell. Moonlight
then trickles into our meeting room where we conduct plots of our next attacks. My
room is large and smells of honey
and cinnamon. A nice, safe smell. It is warm. Black and white smoke swirls around as
I practice my spell work. At
night, we gather in the hall where we blissfully eat raw meat, banana clocks, sunburn
seeds and little magic candies.
These strengthen us, make us stronger. We have hunting once a week. Out in the eerie
shadows. Catching and devouring
our prey. It is a good life in the Realm.
Can anyone guess what I am?