Carol Shenold
The monster under the bed might be real.
Fairy Dust The thing coming at me barreled out of the trees, leaping from shadow to shadow. Its rotten-meat smell drove me back. It didn't hesitate before it threw itself at the circle shield. Sparks flew off, crackling in the air and weakening the shield. It kept coming, like the crazy it was, slamming itself into the circle, weakening it more and more until one of the impacts threw me back, into my own circle and through it. Okay, out of protection here. I threw myself over to land on my knees and came up in a crouch.

The ghoul looked around as if it couldn't figure out where I went. When it saw me, it let out a snarl and flew toward me. I sent a stream of earth fire at his sorry ass but missed because I levitated at the precise moment I let the stream of fire loose. Ahhhhh. It always happens at the wrong time.

If I ever get control of the flying thing, it will be so great.
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