One day a long time ago a ferret with wings was falling off a cliff while being attacked by a dragon. Wait wait wait,that’s not how it started! You see our story begins with me. “Mom!” I said. “Time for breakfast!” “Coming coming!” My mom replied. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” She said. “Come on!” She grabbed My hand and practically dragged me to the door. “Mom, mom, MOM!” I said. She stopped dragging me and said “what!” “Breakfast” I replied. “Oh!” She gasped. She scooped up her eggs, scarfed down her toast, and chomped down her bacon. “Ok let’s go!” She said. Just as I scooped up my last bit of egg, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and into the car. The next thing I knew, I was inside a pet store holding a ferret. At first I froze, and then I freaked out! You see I LOVE FERRETS!!!! It had two beautiful wings, sparkling water blue eyes, and slick white fur. And little did I know, an ancient awakens when a winged ferret is born, and this one, it was born yesterday. By the time I got home though, I already knew. Though you probably want to hear the story don’t you? So hear is what happened. We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. “I’m gonna name her wing” I said cheerfully. “That’s a lovely name” said my mom. I smiled and bounced a bit. You see I never had a pet before, more or less a ferret! Plus, I was 8. I was admiring the beautiful ferret when suddenly some giant, thing, picked up our car and through it off a cliff me and mom just barely made it out alive! We climbed off the edge of the cliff that we were hanging from. I thanked the holly world for letting me live. And then I realized, wing was still in the car. “WING!!!!” I cried. I watched as the car plummeted to the ground. “wing” I whispered. I began to cry. My mother held me in her comforting arms. I looked down at the destruction, and, I saw, I saw it explode. “wing” I whispered in a shaky voice. I began to cry harder. Finally, I stood up. I looked down, I saw a wight thing bob around above the wreckage. And then a hopeful thought came across my mind. “Wing?” I said “mom I think it’s wing” I continued. “It can’t be” said my mom. But when I looked down to make sure, the dragon (that was apparently the thing that destroyed our car) Pushed me off the cliff! But I didn’t Exactly reach the bottom. Turns out it WAS wing, and wing, she saved my life! What happened next made me realize I didn’t pay attention in history class very well, even though it was my favorite class. when a human and a ferret love each other the human gets wings too!

As Poseidon pulls up to Mount Olympus, I feel sick to my stomach. If this goes wrong, what will happen to us? Will we die? Will we be plagued by the Furies forever?
Apollo seems to sense my worries and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, Artie,’ he says. ‘We’ll be fine.’ Then we turn to Poseidon, waiting for the game plan. He already looks like a hardened criminal. ‘Ok, so we have to be in and out, as quick as a flash,’ Poseidon says. ‘Well, I won’t be in, I’ll be waiting under the bridge that takes the two o’clock train to Thessaly. You just have to be on that train. I don’t care about your methods, as long as you don’t kill anyone.’ ‘Of course Uncle,’ I say. Then we hop out of the boat and begin to walk up Olympus, leaving Poseidon to sail away.

At the top, the others are having a feast to honour Hermes’ birthday. Everyone is here, even Hades and Hestia. Luckily they don’t see us. We creep past them and find our way to Hera’s treasury. No one is in there. We open our sacks and begin to fill them with jewels and pieces of coin. It doesn’t take long for them to be spilling over with precious things. Suddenly we hear a cry. ‘Artie, Apollo! What are you doing?’ We turn to see Hera, Athena and Ares walking into the grand hall. Damn. Double damn. ‘We’re sorry Hera, but we have to do this,’ Apollo says. I can see our stepmother’s face becoming redder and redder until it’s practically purple with rage. ‘Apollo, run!’ I yell and we sprint off down the hall and out the exit, and then we’re falling, falling down Mount Olympus. I keep catching on the rocks, cutting my arms and legs. Without my powers I’ll have no way to heal them. We crumple into a heap at the bottom, all the breath knocked out of us. But we can’t stop. The skies have turned dark and stormy and thunder crackles above our heads. Dad. In the distance I can see Ares and Athena coming down the mountain on golden horses. ‘Artie, come on it’s almost two.’ Apollo yanks me up and begins to lead me to the human city of Macedonia. We dash down the roads, hills and country lanes and finally reach the train station. But Ares and Athena are hot on our tails. We quickly board the train and weave through the mass of passengers and carriages until we reach the one next to first class. As the train pulls out, I breathe a sigh of relief. But I wonder, when this is all over, will we be allowed back into Olympus or will we be exiled off to Earth?

It started off like any horror story should, it was a dark and rainy day. Too cliche? Happens.

I arrive at work, not feeling well. There was an air of something ominous, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

I checked the computer to see if there was anything I should be aware of, but it seemed business as usual. Perhaps I was letting my imagination get away. Too much reading lately.

Hours passed, customers were pleasant, coworkers were fun. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then...she appeared. I know not from where, but I knew I was doomed. Doomed I tell you!

“I need these in a size 6, now.”

“Might I measure your foot?”

“No. I think I know my own size. Get on with it.” With that, she snapped her fingers, and away I went.

I handed her the size 6, and my heart filled with dread. For I am a size 6, and I clearly see this was not the case. Nor was it a difference in UK or US sizing. She had a larger foot.

Grunting and struggling, she tried with all her might to get the wee size 6 on, and failed.

“You know, ” said I. ”That style runs small. Let me measure you.”

”Fine.”

I grab the trusty brannock, and yes, she was a size 10. I run to grab it for her.

She tries it on, and looks pleased. Whew!

”What size is this?”

”Um, 10, but it's just a number.”

The room grew cold. I felt my life draining away.

”Never have I been a size 10.”

”Your feet change over time, ” I informed her.

”ARE YOU CALLING ME OLD??!!” Her voice grew shrill.

I then knew fear. Other customers fled in terror. My traitorous coworkers left me to my doom.

”Not at all! You've just had many adventures!” I tried to to reason. Opps.

”Let me see your manager.”

It was then I knew. An ancient evil awakens.

I came from a thousand Hells, but no one cared. My name is from death, no one dared listen. Prepared bells clapping and overlapping those written the words they are rapping. Hidden in prison cells and the warden’s shoes are tapping to the beat of this street. Slapping the temperature because screw you heat, I never knew you heat. Flapping my fine lined sheet of paper of wings into the song that sings declined words. Birds remind you to find who knows the song that rings into your head like a bedtime story. I’ve read books and it looks like things so good could never be fed to you on a golden plate and a silver spoon. Fate will rate you soon, and so far you look like a baboon. When sun falls and the moon has arisen you will see who it is you are missing. Heat, I never knew you, and am I so glad to have done so. An ancient evil awoken, such as you is about to have their fun ruined.

Claps of thunder rattle the windowpanes of every house in Dwyerym, unhinging the nerves of most. Fences are ripped from land in the fists of loathing wind, crops drowning from lashes of rain. Those who are fortunate drink their worries away in the local tavern while the anxious pray at their bedsides. Children cry between searing flashes of light, raising monsters from shadows inside their nurseries.

In a barn, a Doctor’s wife is on her back. She screams for mercy into the arms of her Mother, the cycle of life feeling most unnatural to her as her body births her first child, exhausting her sanity. Her Mother hushes her in gentle tones, rocking her as if she is still a bairn herself.

Hours pass as the Doctor’s wife sobs, her body pushed to its limits. Her husband checks in on her once an hour, commuting between said barn and the tavern. His friends drinking to the impending birth of his first born. He stumbles into the barn and winces at the high pitch wailing of his love. She looks awful and he’s glad he’s drunk so he won’t recall much tomorrow. He drops to his knees by her ankles.

“She’s in so much pain,” the Mother says. “I cannot soothe her at all.” The Doctor grumbles something incoherent and checks to see if all is as should be. He’s delighted to see the head of his child is crowning.

“Soon,” he tells his wife and pats her knees which are stationed like alps, tight with unbearable pain. He tries to coach her through childbirth though now his wife is barely coherent enough to hear, let alone understand. The whimpers of their child are mute but the baby squirms as babies do. The Doctor holds the bloodied child to his chest, cheerful for its health though disappointed with its sex. They would have to try again.

He hands the newborn girl to its Grandmother and tends to the umbilical cord. As he severs the tissue between Mother and child, the doors to the barn blow open and his wife’s head drops. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the bleak weather outside, a hooded figure creeps in. The Doctor turns to said figure.

“Tell the tavern we have a girl,” he says, forcing a smile despite his discomfort. The stranger is certainly odd.

“I smelled the blood,” the stranger replies and as the Doctor processes this meaning, the stranger zips forward to loom over the immobile Mother whose eyes are vacant of life. The Doctor then notices her stillness. He touches her knee.

“Rosie?” He asks, sobering. The stranger pushes him to the floor, red eyes trained on the distressed infant. Rosie’s Mother pulls away and the stranger chuckles.

“A child born of stormy death,” he murmurs and snatches the baby. “A perfect sacrifice for Him, so very perfect. So it is foretold. And when the child of angry elements bleeds the night of its sixteenth year, an ancient evil awakens.”

She was so beautiful, the man couldn’t resist walking up to her. She was the one everybody talked about. She wasn’t human. She was dead. Legend said that if anybody fell in love with the female ghost, she would live again, so nobody got close to her. The man was a tourist and didn’t know who she was, so he talked to her. They talked for hours. Eventually, the man told the ghost he was attracted to her, and then, she vanished. Everybody watched in fear, as they knew what would happen. An ancient evil awakens.

It was always going to happen this way. Joe knew his fate the moment the deed was done. He knew what he was getting himself into going on this trip. Numerous travellers had warned him of his foolish attempts at redemption. Naia had told him only yesterday of the curse that would befall anyone who dares to try and enter the caverns. But Joe was foolish, young, naive and felt that it was the what he was born to do.

When he returned from the caverns the night before it was to everyone’s amazement. No one had managed to get so far and live to tell their story. But he came back a different man, cold, rigid, and altogether strange. When people asked about his journey he would snap and shout and scream at them in a voice that would unsettle even the bravest of people. It was a voice of inhuman and terrifying tones, almost sounding like two voices squashed into one mans body. Many believed the worst had happened and decided to leave the town immediately, others stayed well away from the hotel he was staying at.

Naia was different, she was scared but more determined and needed to know if what they were saying was true. Had it returned? She went to his room and spoke to him from the door in case she needed a fast escape. “Is it true Joe? Did you find it? Did you achieve redemption?” Joe turned his head smoothly and slowly towards her, his mouth twisted in a nasty smile and he spoke with malice in his eyes “Joe failed.”

The voice that had spoken was not one that she recognised as her friends but of something vile. And in that simple reply she had got her answer, but before she could leave he spoke again and the words were enough to freeze all the blood in her veins. “Get ready for the war and the chaos, I have been waiting all this time and today is the day I have been freed. Today is the day of your reckoning for an ancient evil awakens.”

Carrie had grown up loving science fiction especially ones about time travel.

Carrie trained to be a scientist and inventor.

After years of many failures, Carrie and her co-inventor named Leonard cracked the code. Together they traveled back to what they thought was a simpler time.

Upon a their arrival, the were walking the streets looking for rooms for rent. A very strange man and his man servant bumped into them. The man looked like a Picasso painting come to life. Afterwards, the very strange man looked at them like he recognized them. Carrie felt like he knew their secret by the way he looked at Leonard and her.

The pair made an inquiry of a passerby who that gentleman was. They were told his name was Harris.

One day Carrie caught Harris’ man’s servant following her when she was on her way to the rooms. She quickly changed paths to lead him astray and went into a church to pray.

A vicar came up to Carrie and asked if he could help. While not explaining she was a time traveler, she spoke of Harris and his servant that was following her.

They prayer together. He offered to check and see if man still outside. When the vicar went to look there were strangely dress men on all four corners. He offered her sanctuary. She stayed for hours until the another.vicar brought Leonard to her aid. All the men on the four corners had left an hour before. Leonard and Carrie borrowed a monks robe to get them both home safely.

Upon returning their rooms, they decided it was safer to return back to their own time.

Little did they know that Harris was hiding in the one of their rooms.

When they used the time machine, all occupants were transported. In their return they had released a very bad man upon their time. A very ancient evil man. One that only came to life upon their arrival to venture to the future. His sleep was over.

An ancient evil awakens.

He scrambled through the rocks. The wind was picking up now and the rain was falling heavier, faster and more wicked than before. How would he make it out of here in time? As he threw one rock out of his way, he stumbled over the next. The gloom and grey of the sky seemed to morph into the baron grey and rocky landscape. No sign of life. No sign of colour. Just him and the never ending field of slate and sand. His foot suddenly slipped, sending him down the path like a rag doll. His limbs flailed and his head hit a few sharp edges until he lay helpless on the ground. His panicked eyes were not struggling to stay open, with the water running over his body and the blood starting to seem out. As he lie on the hard wet ground, he saw something move under the rock in front of him. A flash of red. A flash of orange. What was it? His mind was playing tricks on him. After taking the tumble he wasn’t in the right state of mind. Yet the red flash kept appearing. Scared but always curious, he slowly tried to move his body towards it. Crawling and dragging his useless body forward, he grabbed the rock and started to roll it off the ground. The flash of red grew and started to emerge from underneath. Before he could push the rock completely off, the red thing catapulted it away. He could make it out more clearly now. It was a long scaley red tail swooshing from a ditch of orange glow. The tail thrashed from side to side before wrapping itself around him. What was this? An ancient evil awakes.