My name is Grendle. I’m conceived of the pair of monsters born of Cain, one of the murderous creatures banned by god for the crime of Abels death. I live in the deepest depths of a dreary swampland trying to escape the joy and happiness of the monsters in Herot. One night, I snuck into Herot to see what the warriors would do. I crept quietly into the hall where the drinking was done, …showed first 75 words of 642 total…

…showed last 75 words of 642 total…to the waiting hands of still worse fiends. I felt my strength deserting me, yet my claws bound fast. My hatred rose higher, yet my power was gone. I twisted in pain, the bleeding sinews deep in my shoulder snapped, muscle and bone split, and broke off. I fled back to my cave, broken and bleeding, agonizing in my defeat. I crawled to the back of my cave, hoping to die with every ragged breath.