DreamSample has a minion!

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A piercing scream rang through the air. DreamSample, an angelic terracoon, perked up her ears and ran in the direction of the sound. Soon DreamSample saw that the scream came from one of the local women. "It's...HORRIBLE! It's GHASTLY!" cried the woman. Her scream had attracted many other villagers, who were trying to see just what was the matter. They quickly found out what had disturbed the woman. There were dirty dishes flying into the nearby washtub, and a towel was scrubbing them. After being washed, the dishes flew out of the washtub and neatly piled onto a clean stack of dishes a few feet away. But that wasn't all, for a few feet away from the dishes there was a broom sweeping the patio with no human assistance!

All who gazed upon the magical happenings were frightened except DreamSample. The truth was, DreamSample happened to have magical powers. For days she had seen the local village women spend several hours each day doing the various household chores. DreamSample had also seen the tired faces of these women as they did each day's work. DreamSample had felt bad for the women and had decided to cast a spell to make the womens' work easier. Her inital incantation on the dirty dishes and the broom had gone perfectly, so DreamSample had believed that everything would turn out fine. At this point, the other villagers were commenting on the magical spectacle.

"Just dreadful!"

"How appalling!"

"A gruesome sign."

"It's...IT'S BLACK MAGIC!" stated the woman who had screamed earlier.

DreamSample winced at hearing the words “black magic”. Wasn’t black magic supposed to be magic used with the intention to bring about bad occurrences? Spells designed to make a person vanish off the face of the earth, turn them into a grotesque monster, or make them go into fits of insanity were the kind of magic that DreamSample associated with being “black” and evil. Not helping women who felt taxed by their daily chores! Dreamsample’s heart sunk even more when she heard one of the village men comment that a vile and wicked witch, one of those old symbols of the devil, was likely responsible for this deed. DreamSample knew she’d have to reverse the spell, but she didn’t think it was wise to do so while the crowd of villagers was still around. So the terracoon slunk away in shame.

A few days later, DreamSample was drinking from the local river that the villagers gathered water from. She was still feeling pretty glum about the magical dishes and broom incident. Ever since DreamSample had been a child, she had been scorned by others due to her magical powers. So DreamSample decided to train under a wizard with the hope that she could someday make her powers useful. While DreamSample had learned a great deal of magical spells and techniques, it had sadly become clear that her efforts were not valued by the medieval villagers. DreamSample began to cry. If only she could find a place where people could accept her for who she was, magical powers and all! Suddenly, the terracoon’s tears were interrupted by a strange sound. DreamSample turned in the direction of the sound and saw a strange gray statue. Its body shape looked similar to a dragarth but had enough distinguishing features to set it apart from that species. The wings and claws were very large and was wearing what seemed to be a light gray tunic. DreamSample cautiously approached the statue and touched it. A strange feeling went through her body, and the sensation felt so strong that the terracoon lost consciousness. When DreamSample finally regained consciousness, she instantly found that she was now in a world that was vastly different from her own.

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