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UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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The trio had been walking most of the day. Quaraun, having walked more or less around the entire globe and back several times now, was used to endless walking, but he new companions, never having taken up life on the road before, were finding it difficult to keep up with the High Elf's steady pace. The first few weeks of travel, he had slowed down so they could keep up, but now he was lost in his head, thinking his usual dark and morbid thoughts of death, dying, and suicide and was no more paying attention to his companions, thus Quaraun once again had picked up his usually brisk pace and BeaLuna and Bullgaar found themselves falling behind.

"Quaraun!" BeaLuna called ot. "Wait up! Quaraun!"

"He's not listening," Bullgaar said.

"I can see that," the Gnome said. "QUARAUN!" She yelled even louder.

Quaraun stop walking, pricked up his foot long ears and listened to the air.

"Finally!" BeaLuna said as she ran to catch up with the Moon Elf. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last half hour. Do you have any idea..."

"Shut up," Quaraun snapped. "I'm trying to listen."

"Listen? To what? You certainly ain't been listening to me, that's for sure. I've never seen any one so damned self-absorbed..."

"I'm an Elf. I don't have time for your emotional pitter patter...."

"Emotional pitter patter? Quaraun, you are the most arrogant, self-righteous, unemotional..."

"I'm an Elf. Get used to it. Now shut up!"

"I most certainly will not shut up! Just because you're an Elf doesn't give you the right..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

BeaLuna immediately stopped talking. She and Quaraun had grown up together, but it had been many years since they had last seen each other. As a child, he had been a shy, quiet, timid little boy who never raised his voice to any one. Even as a young adult he had been that way. But that was 300 years ago. Quaraun was a much older, middle aged Elf now, no longer the little Elfling she had been used to. He'd never yelled at her before. She had never heard him yell at any one before. She had not imagined he even could yell. So she was quite taken by by it now that he had yelled at her.

"You've changed," she said quietly.

"The whole world has changed, BeaLuna, or haven't you noticed?"

"You've become bitter. Angry. You didn't used to be like this."

"I used to have a family."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's getting late. We need to find a place to set up camp."

Quaraun began walking again. BeaLuna and Bullgaar followed, but remained silent now.

"Quaraun?" BeaLuna asked timidly.

"What?"

"Have you been alone this whole time?"

"Yes."

"But it's been 300 years."

"So?"

"That's a long time to be alone."

"It's not like any one cared."

"I did. I still do. I would have gone with you. But I didn't know where you went. You just ran off after... after... your wife, and your children, and your father, and the king, and the whole village. Everyone was dead and you... you ran off into the woods and... I couldn't find you."

"Did you try to?"

"Yeah. I did."

"From what I saw last week, it looked like you never left the village. You were still there when I came back after all. And you're a Gnome. How did you stay alive for 300 years?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't aged a day since I last saw you. Can you explain that."

"No."

"BeaLuna, you were standing in the exact same place, you were standing, the day everyone died."

"So?"

Quaraun stared down at the tiny Flower Gnome.

"So? I'm prone to hallucinations, and I haven't seen anything to indicate to me that you are anything other than a figment of my imagination."

"Bullgaar too?"

"Bullgaar too."

"So people have called you insane so often now that you've started to believe it?"

"I'm an outcast Elf. Do you even know what that means?"

"You've been cut out the hive mind. You can't mentally communicate with other Elves any more."

"I'm alone inside my body, the same way a Human is now and I hate it. I've been cut out of Elf society and no one cares."

"I care."

"You've yet to convince me you're real."

"And you've yet to convince me you're evil."

"I'm a Necromancer."

"Who's dressed like a pink prostitute."

"Will you stop complaining about my clothes."

"The only thing I've ever seen you resurrect are roses."

"I like roses."

"Yeah. You always did."

"Well you stop following me."

"No."

"Why?"

"I haven't seen you in 300 years. We used to be best friends. You used to tak to me."

"I'm talking to right now aren't I?"

"This is not the same, Quaraun, and you know it. You used to tell me everything."

"And you used to tell my father everything I said."

BeaLuna stepped back. Quaraun's anger was flaring, and grew worse at the mention of his father.

Quaraun stomped off angrily, but once again stopped abruptly, twitching his ears and listening.

"What do you keep hearing?"

"I don't know."

Quaraun looked back behind them, staring down the road. Then looked ahead of them.

"I feel like someone is following us."

BeaLuna also looked up and down the road, but the road of fairly straight and quite a long distance of absolutly no one on the road, could be seen in either direction.

"I don't see anyone."

"Niether do I. But I heard someone."

"Well, you got ears like a rabbit. You can hear stuff from a few miles away, can't you?"

"Yes. But I can also tell distance and... it was close. Very close." 

Quaraun looked out into the forest. Blueberry fields, scattered with young pines and oaks, lay to the West. To the East was a cliff that tumbled down into a ravine, before ambling off into the ocean not far away.

"Could be a bear," BeaLuna said. "Right time of year for it. Bear like blueberries."

"Yes. Could be a bear," Quaraun agreed.

The Elf started walking again and his two companions followed him. Quaraun once again pulled his map out of his bag and began reading it while he walked.

"Does that thing really change to tell us where we are?" BeaLuna asked.

"It's supposed to, but it's not working right now."

"What's it doing?"

He stopped and showed it to her. The enchanted map was an ancient brown scrap of crumbling paper. The map itself was drawn out in what looked to be crayons, and was very childish, as though drawn by a toddler. A long road spanned ahead and behind, exactly as was the road on which they stood. Cerulean blue crayon waves scribbled their way back and forth across the East side of the map, water splashing up out of the paper, as each wave drew itself anew. To the West big cartoon blueberry stick men ran back and forth, while yelling: "Eat me!" 

"Uhm... the blueberries are talking," BeaLuna said.

"Yes, whenever food shows up, it starts yelling 'Eat me!' to let us know we are near food. The Elf Eater liked food and he designed the map to show him whenever food was nearby. He almost starved to death one winter, as a child, and he became obsessed with food as a result. He's quite a good chef actually."

"You, sound like you know him."

"I did know him. I like him. Quite a lot actually. I rather wish he was here."

"Quaraun, don't go making wishes, again."



Hamsa
Eye of The Grigoi
Eye of the Watchers
Eye of God
Hand of God
Eye of Protection
Evil Eye
Gypsy Curse


"Did I wish for something?"

"Yes you did."

"Oh dear. Why do I keep doing that."

"I don't know. Anybody else says 'I wish' and nothing happened. You say it and all hell breaks loose."

"I'm a DiJinn. It comes with the job. It's not just my wishes. It happens whenever I hear any one wish for something too."

"Can't you control it?"

"No. I don't even know how it is I do it. It just happens."

"It wouldn't be so bad if you got the wishes right for once."

"It's not like I try to make bad things happen. You don't know what it's like being a wish granting wizard and never knowing what's gonna happen when you grant someone's wish. Why do you think I avoid living around people. 'I wish' comes out of people's mouths all day long. Force of habit. And they never mean it."

"Well, why do you do it then."

"Do what?"

"You keep saying 'I wish' at the beginning of all your sentences and YOU of all people should know better then to do it!"

"I don't know. What did I wish for this time?"

"You wished for The Elf Eater of pepper Valley to be here."

"Did I? Oh dear."

"I mean, what is wrong with you? Why the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley of all people? He's a mass murdering bastard! Serial killing war lord. Serial rapist pervert. He kills people for the fun of it."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing he's dead," Bullgaar said.

"Bullgaar," BeaLuna chidded. "You don't understand. He's a Necromancer. If he wishes for a dead person to be here, they're gonna rise up from the grave and be here."

"That true?" Bullgaar asked Quaraun.

"Yeah."

Quaraun recalled that he had earlier wished the talk to BeaLuna, and she had suddenly showed up, exactly where it was he had last seen her, not looking a day older then the day... the day he had killed every one in his village. He tried to remember if she had been ome that day. She had lived next door. He couldn't remember. Hadn't BeaLuna died with everyone else?

And what about Bullgaar? Quaraun thought sure he had killed Bullgaar that night in the tavern, yet, here he was. Silent as a grave most of the time, but following Quaraun every where anyways.

Where they both dead? Had he somehow wished them back to life? 

Quaraun didn't know what to think.

BeaLuna went back to examining the map while Quaraun ran these thoughts through his head.

"So," BeaLuna finally said. "What's wrong with it? I mean, it looks like it is showing us exactly where it is we are."

"Look closer," Quaraun said, pointing to the place on the road that marked their position on the map.

BeaLuna looked at the enchanted map for a moment, at first not seeing what Quaraun meant, but then she saw it...

She looked up the road ahead of them. Then looked back behind them. Then looked back down at the map again. 

"It shows 4 people standing in the road."

"Yes."

"But there's only 3 of us."

"Exactly."

"Bullgaar look at this." 

BeaLuna handed the map to the half-Dwarf-half-Hill Giant.

After a bit of explaining, because because Bullgaar had not been listening, BeaLuna quickly got the Hill Giant Dwarf back up to speed.

"So, you're saying the map says someone is following us, but we can't see them?" Bullgaar asked.

"Yes," Quaraun answered. "That's exactly what the map is telling us."

"So, why can't we see them?"

BeaLuna didn't give Quaraun a chance to answer.

"Faeries," BeaLuna said, fear dripping from her voice. "Quaraun, are we in a Fae Forest?"

"Possibly."

Quaraun looked around at the not very tall trees. "Though it doesn't look like it. Fae like big trees. Old growth pines. Hundreds of feet tall. There's nothing like that around here. Can't be a tree over 30 feet tall for as far as I can see."

As Quaraun said this, a giant pine tree drew itself onto the map, but as no one was looking at the map just then, no one noticed.

"There's one," Bullgaar said, pointing to the road ahead.

Quaraun turned and looked to see what Bullgaar was pointing to. There not 20 yards ahead of them, stood a massive ancient pine tree, well over a hundred feet tall.

"That wasn't there a minute ago," Quaraun said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm an Elf. I would have noticed a tree like that. How curious."


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Volume 4: The Journey Begins

Picking up immediately where The Night of The Screaming Unicorn ends... Quaraun continues on his way to Inuvik, intending to kill himself once he arrives home, only to find that in his 300 year absence, a Human village has been built up over the remains of the decimated Moon Elf village.

Quaraun's sanity wavers more than ever, as he questions the reality of his two traveling companions, both of whom he is certain he murdered years ago. Quaraun decides to head back to the coast in search of the Unicorn, but can't shake the feeling he's being followed. 

BeLuna the Gnome, oddly still alive these 300 years after the destruction of the Moon Elf Village and still sitting in the exact same spot where Quaraun had left her 300 years ago, joins the Elf in his search for the Unicorn.

Annoyingly for Quaraun, BeLuna disappears whenever any one else is around and is nowhere to be found when he crosses paths with a gang of Elf hating drunk Dwarves and again when Orcs show up.

Wandering aimlessly through the forest, lost and now accompanied by a disappearing Gnome and a silent Dwarf, Quaraun is at a loss to explain who his companions are or why they are following him. Rumors that the serial killing Pink Necromancer is now travelling the countryside building an army of Gnomish Ghosts and Dwarven Zombies doesn't help matters any.

Things are not right with Quaraun's two new companions, and it takes an Undead Unicorn to show the Necromancer there are some things no one else can see.



TRIGGER WARNING:

This volume contains heavy use of suicide, cutting, and depression  references, including graphic on page descriptions of cutting and suicide attempts.

If you suffer from depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, or are easily upset by such things, it is highly recommended that you avoid reading any of this novel.

(Some of these free to read online sample chapters are NSFW)



The Journey Begins, is Part 2 of The Night of The Screaming Unicorn:

List of the currently available free to read online chapters:


Home Again



The Gnome That Refused To Stay Dead



Raped By The Mountain Dwarf



Alone Again



Bullgaar the Vulgar (NSFW)



The Dwarf's Wife



A Dwarf In The Night



Gnomes and Dwarves That Are Not There



The Enchanted Map



The Black Jaguar/The Phooka



The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley/That Bastard Murdered Me! Wait? Why Aren't I Dead?



The Double Dicked Unicorn



How To Properly Fuck an Elf



Humans For Dinner



Another Day, Another Town



Ooloff The Stupid



Oolong The Wise



Waiter, There's a Head In My Soup



The Orcs and The Necromancer (NSFW)















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