My knife, now somehow much larger than even the mountains in the background, in all of its beautiful glory, impaled itself not into the island but into the world.


    dead.


    soul?" Snarling tones echoed out into the world. It waved a clawed paw around in the direction of the large black scar. "That is wrong. Your very being is wrong! You think death marks those easily? You reek of the stench of death when you clearly breathe and live as a facsimile of a living being. What are you if not an abomination?"


    couple sets of eyes, the same ones I had seen on the brown eyed man who had kidnapped me were there along with ones that I couldn''t quite recognize. I had a feeling that some samurai had looked at me with these very same eyes. There were nubs of some kind budding up around my shoulders and hips, and I felt like I could swivel them to some degree.


    mean to… It was an-"