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Phoenix Fire
Prologue:
The depthless shadows of the Dark Forest lengthened as the werewolves' howls beckoned forth the night. The numerous evils that took refuge there stirred, slowly waking from their dreamless slumber to pollinate the forest with their feral desires once more.
But tonight something was different in the forest. A new evil crept among the bushes, radiating such malevolence that even the most powerful residents of the forest cowered in fear. Lethifolds shrank and Tentaculas shriveled as he weaved between the trees, pausing every few minutes to be sure of the trail.
Finally he stopped, crouching behind a tree near the edge of the forest. His black eyes settled on a lone figure in the middle of a clearing, blissfully unaware of the danger around her.
"Soon," hissed the shadow, and he settled down to wait.