At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.

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The russet brute slowly drug himself towards the pool of water. His amber eyes glowed with the last breaths of light. He was basically dead already, considering his stomach had been ripped open by King Kong. If only he could find some beetles with large mancibles, he could stitch his stomach up. Entrails were slightly hanging out of his abdomen. He was already getting flurries of dizziness and spurts of amnesia. The brute was a few minutes away from death. He groaned as he stopped at the water's edge. The pool of water was crystal clear, surface like an unbroken sheet of glass. He dipped his paw in the water, closing his eyes to the soothing trickle of water from the falls... his mind faded away into unconsciousness, he didn't know if he was dying or not.


It was a beautiful meadow, roses, poppies and lillies decorating the ground. Metlyr's head peeked up over a groove of soft purple lillies. In the middle of a bed of bloodred roses lay a grey female with swirls of brown. Her emerald eyes were glimmering with happiness, tail wagging. Her voice called out softly to Metlyr.

Met, love. Come here, come see me again.

Metlyr's ears perked up at her voice. He peeked out of the flowers, excited. He fastly stood up. All his scars and wounds of the past were gone. He was perfect. Making his way through the shower of colors, he barked.

I'm coming, dear, I'm coming!

As he ran even faster towards her, the femme stood up, tail swishing. He was five leaps away...

Metlyr felt the ground giving out from underneath him. As the earth gave away, three limbs flailed madly in the air. Maroon streaks started to fill the sky, and it quickly became a sky of blood. Both his front paws were latched onto the edge of the earth. His amber eyes widened as the femme came to the edge. She frowned, a single tear leaking down her face. Her soft voice came out again.

How could you do this to me, Metlyr? We had everything, we were perfect. And now you're leaving me... as you wish.

She nipped his paws, and he let go. He howled the whole way down, there was no end to the tunnel. The last thing he saw was her beautiful face say last words.

Goodbye, Metlyr. See you in Hell.

And then his body crumbled into dirt, matching the earth as more fell and he got buried. His muzzle gave out one last strained cry.

Darling, come back!

And then his vision blurred and he couldn't breathe, everything disappeared.



The brute lay on the ground, three minutes away from death. He lay there as the dream replayed itself over and over again.


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