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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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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 3 
(usually - I keep renumbering these)
BoomFuzzy

I loved my children
but I loved BoomFuzzy more

BoomFuzzy

I loved my children but I loved BoomFuzzy more





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BoomFuzzy

I loved my children but I loved BoomFuzzy more

 The night air was chilly of the crackling fire warmed Quaraun comfortably. Crickets chirped and Quaraun smiled up at the stars. He was glad for the quiet evening. Life had been hectic for far to long. While a few Moon Elves continued to tease him, most were too scared of his temper and his wand, to bother him. The last Elf to antagonize the Necromancer, found himself attacked by a flock of purple vampire bats that had leaped out of Quaraun's wand. After so many years being victimized by the town bullies, Quaraun finally had the upper hand.

Several years had passed since BoomFuzzy died. Quaraun rarely slept in the castle these days. Nor did he sleep in his shop any more, instead he had built himself a tent and set it up when BoomFuzzy's gingerbread house had been, and lived in it there.

The tent was as gaudy and impractical as his clothes were and every bit bright pink. It was made out of eight alternating panels of bright fuchsia and pale pink. It looked like a small round circus pavilion tent by six feet tall and not much wider around. Inside however the tent was vast, as big as castle and with as many rooms, every one of them decorated in varying shades of pink.

On warm nights like this one, Quaraun stayed outside and sat around a campfire. Tonight was such night. It was a beautiful clear starry night, but suddenly the stars vanished as black clouds rumbled overhead. A bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. Quaraun was blinded momentarily as the campfire surged up into the air. When the flames settled down the middle of the flame opened a portal door to a black abyss. Out of the hellish abyss stumbled a black robed figure.

Quaraun fell backwards and crawled away from be strange apparition. The creature stood for a moment and then turned to face Quaraun. The being had no flesh on it's bones. The skeleton reached it's bony hand towards the frightened Moon Elf. The undead thing opened it's mouth to speak but no words escaped it's bony jaws.



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 The creature tried again to speak, as decay began eat away at the bones. The undead beast shuddered as it's eyeless gaze shifted from Quaraun to it's disintegrating hand. Weakness overcame the skeleton as it sunk to one knee. The beast struggled to stand but its bones turned to dust and blew away.

"BoomFuzzy..." Quaraun whispered.

Immediately the fire settled back to normal and the clouds disappeared, Quaraun sat up and looked around. Everything was as it had been minutes earlier. The event was so strange and inexplicable that Quaraun wondered if he had dozed off and dreamed the whole thing. The episode chilled Quaraun to his bones, as the horrible thought swept into his mind, that the undead apparition he'd just seen was BoomFuzzy. Terror filled the Elf as he began to wonder what had become of BoomFuzzy's soul.

The peaceful relaxed feeling of tranquillity Quaraun had felt earlier was now gone. Swept away and replaced by the dead fear that his beloved BoomFuzzy was trapped in some horrible burning abyss of the neither world.

Quaraun had studied Human mythology and knew of their stories of Heaven and Hell. He had not believed the tales, but a terrible lingering fear that BoomFuzzy was evil and may be being punished in a burning lake of fire entered Quaraun's poor tormented mind.

Quaraun quickly put the fire out and retreated to his tent, to spend the rest of the night in his library pouring over books, looking for anything which might tell him what it was he had seen. Quaraun's weak heart raced with fear, panic, and dread and before long the Elf collapsed.

In the castle there were servants to look after him.

With the Di'Jinn, the Thullid had taken careful care of the frail little Elf.

With BoomFuzzy, the Phooka had doted on his beloved companion.

  







 But now Quaraun was alone and there was no one to tend to him when he passed out. No one to stay at his side or cover him with a blanket or keep him safe. Quaraun was alone, without caretakers, in frail heath. Quaraun's mental ability had never been well. Stupid, he wasn't, but slow to think and slow to remember to take care of his basic need, that he was. Remembering to eat or sleep, was something that he often forgot. Since the fracturing of his mind, after the damage done to to soul bond, Quaraun had become more forgetful of taking care of himself, than he had been. He often went to long between meals, too long without water, and too many days between sleep. Because of this the fainting spells had grown far worse then they had ever been.

Quaraun lay passed out on the floor for many hours before he awoke. Once awake again, he took no thought to care for his own health and immediately went back to flipping through books searching for answers.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. Years turned into decades.

As time passed Quaraun became more and more obsessed with hoarding up books on Necromancy, Death, Undeath, and Reincarnation. He became obsessed with the idea of eternal life and resurrecting the dead. Quaraun pressed forward in his studies with only one goal in mind: to bring BoomFuzzy back to life.

BeaLuna often visited Quaraun, but Quaraun rarely noticed. He was too lost in his studies to notice much of anything that went on around in anymore.

"Quaraun," BeaLuna said one day. "It's not good for you to live like this."

'My life is what it is, Bea."

"But you don't sleep and you rarely eat."

"I'm an Elf, we can go without. "

"Not like this, Quaraun working yourself thin and you were never in good health to begin with."

"My health is of little importance."

"That's not true."

"Of course it is. Ask anyone in the village . They are all quick to say I am waste of life and don't deserve to live. There isn't anyone in this village who doesn't want me dead."

"Quaraun, the Moon Elves are bigoted self righteous snobs."

"I'm a Moon Elf. "



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 "You're not like the others, Quaraun. You don't belong here. You're not happy here. You were happy with the Di'Jinn. You liked living with them."

"I liked living with BoomFuzzy."

"Quaraun, BoomFuzzy's dead. You have more past that."

"We were soul bonded. I can't move past it."

"They say there one healers who can fix that."

"I don't want it fixed BeaLuna. I want BoomFuzzy back."

"Quaraun, he's dead. He ain't coming back, You have to learn to accept that. People are worried about you."

"No me around here cares about me, BeaLuna."

"I care."

"You're a Gnome. You care about everything. It's in your blood."

"Quaraun, please, just come outside."

"There's nothing outside I want to see BeaLuna."

"You haven't left this tent-thing in weeks."

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"I'm going to resurrect BoomFuzzy."

"Quaraun. Your family loves you."

"No one loves me. My wife and my father are plotting to kill me. The king is old and ill. They are waiting for him to die and me to be made king, so they can slit my throat and take the throne. They can have it. I don't want it. All I want is BoomFuzzy back. I want nothing else. BoomFuzzy is the only person who ever loved me and they killed him and now they are planning to kill me. But I won't let them."

"No ones plotting to kill you Quaraun. They didn't kill BoomFuzzy, he killed himself. Quaraun there was something wrong with him. He wasn't mentally stable. I think he would have killed himself no matter what your family did. I mean, he talked about death all the time. And you said it yourself he was a Necromancer."



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 "I loved him."

"I know you did. We all know that. Every one knows that, Quaraun. You've been terrorizing the Elves with that wand of yours, every time any body mentions BoomFuzzy's name. Your father is really sorry about what happened. He really is. I know you don't want to hear it but he really is. Quaraun all those things the villagers did to you... they were drugged. BoomFuzzy had the whole village high on poppy milk. He was poisoning the food supply. It's why the whole village went nutty for a while. They wouldn't have beaten you the way they did other wise. I know you really don't want to hear this, but BoomFuzzy cased that. If he hadn't been here, none of that would have happened. They are really sorry about what they did to you, they are, they really are. You need t open your eyes and see that. Your father is so sorry for what he did to you. He loves you and never wanted to hurt you like this."

"Hurting me is all he has ever done, long before BoomFuzzy ever showed up. He cut my hair before BoomFuzzy was here. He murdered my mother years before BoomFuzzy was here. The king had to send me away when I was a child, because my father was trying to kill me."

"Your wife loves you."

"That self righteous bitch is not my wife. I never even married her! The whole thing was a scam. She doesn't love me, she tells me that every chance she can get. She wants me dead. She can't wait for me to be dead. She can't wait for the king to die, so I can be made king and she can kill me and take the throne."

"You have children with her..."

"She raped me to get those children. I want nothing to do with her."

"Your children love you."

Quaraun sat down and stared at the floor.

"I know they do. And I love them. It makes what I have to do so very hard."







 "They need a father in their lives. I know you love your children, Quaraun. I've seen you with them. You're a good father. They miss you. They are innocent in all this. They'd never hurt you. They wouldn't. You know that. Go back for them. They need you."

Quaraun could not come up with an argument to that. He did love his children, and they adored him. Quaraun was very good father. Quaraun with his own childlike ways was very good with children. His wife did not approve of the way he raised them. Quaraun was very lenient with them and allowed them to do whatever they wanted. After having been so brutally disciplined by his own father, the gentle and timid Quaraun never raised either hand or voice to his children. But as much as Quaraun loved his children, he loved BoomFuzzy more, and it was because of the children that he now separated himself from the village. He couldn't bear to grow more attached to the children, then he already was. And the less time he spent with his children, the more time they spent with their mother, who hated BoomFuzzy, even though she had never meet him.

The she-Elf had in fact tried to make the arranged marriage work. She did everything she could think of to please her husband and make him happy, but his contempt for her only grew as his obsession with BoomFuzzy spiralled out of control. Frustration mounted and soon the young she-Elf grew to burn with hatred for the dead man she had never meet. Who this BoomFuzzy was, she did not know nor did she care. All she knew is that he was what prevented her husband from loving her. He was the one who prevented her husband from making love to her. She soon decided this BoomFuzzy was the cause of all of her problems and spent every waken minute bemoaning the woe is me of how terrible BoomFuzzy had made her life.

With Quaraun now gone for weeks at a time, retreating to his tent and not emerging for sometimes months to time, his wife took to telling ever increasingly vengeful tales of the terrible BoomFuzzy. Tales she told to her children as bedtime stories.

Quaraun loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more, and as the hundneth anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death neared, Quaraun's poor fractured mind as fast reaching a breaking point unlike anything any one in the village could have ever imagined.



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 On BeaLuna's urging, Quaraun finally packed up his tent and tucked it away inside the tiny heart shaped pocket that it in no way should have fit into and returned to the castle once again. The four Elflings were overjoyed to see their father. The she-Elf too could not hide her delight of seeing her husband's return. But Quaraun was gloomy and moody and more depressed then ever and brushed off the hugs and kisses and warm embraces his family had for him.

Back at the castle Quaraun continued doing the same things he had done in the tent and was completely shut off from the others. Even when he was with them, he wasn't with them. Locked away inside his head, Quaraun rarely acknowledge there was anyone in the room with him. Only the children could get his attention, but even then, it was not what it was before.

It was a rare occasion that his wife could get his attention. He went out of his way to ignore her more then anyone else. One day, when she was quite fed up with his ignoring her, she walked up to him, grabbed his giant leather bound books and flung them across the room.

"Do you ever do anything other then read those ridiculous books?"

"They're not ridiculous."

"They magic books, which means they're forbidden. You know the laws."

"And when the king dies, I will rewrite the laws."

"You'll do no such thing."

"No?"

"No!"

"Are you gonna stop me?"

Quaraun got up to retrieve his book.

"You will never be able to rule these people, you never get your nose out of books long enough."

"At least I'm not illiterate like you."

"There is no point in books."

"There is every point in books, you are just too stupid to know it."

"You loved BoomFuzzy quiet a lot, didn't you?"

"Yes. I did."

"Why?"

"He was kind to me. No one else ever was. He didn't tease me or bully me. He never hurt me or hit me of forced me to have sex with anyone I didn't want to be with. He was different."

"Did you share a bed with him?"

"Yes."

 "Why can you not share a bed with me?"

"I do not love you."

"You won't even try."

"I could have tried, if he hadn't died. He had multiple lovers, I don't think he would have objected to me doing the same. Were he still alive, I would bed with you. But he is dead."

"Quaraun, I don't understand that at all. You're so lonely. You ache for someone to love you and I willing to love you, why do you reject me?"

"I had known you for less then five minutes, before you raped me and said you were only with me, to get to the throne. As soon as I am king, you are going to kill me. You're a rapists who plots to murder me and I can not get that out of my head."

"Quaraun, I didn't know you then. I didn't want to marry you any more than you wanted to marry me. But we are stuck with each other, can we not try to make the best of it?"

"I cannot let myself love you."

"Why?"

"Because I fear, if I learn to love you, I'll forget to love BoomFuzzy. I fear that if I forget him, even for a single day, his soul will be lost forever. He's still out there. Wandering between the worlds of life and death. I can feel him, trapped, in a horrible place, begging for me to save him."

"Quaraun this is madness. BoomFuzzy is dead and gone. He's not talking to you from beyond the grave."







 "He is. He needs me. No one else cared when he died. Not even his army. They feared him. They only obeyed him, because they thought he'd kill them if they didn't. Soon as they knew he and both his generals were dead, they scattered and ran back to their homes. He comes to me, in the flames of fires. In the flickers of candles, the sparks of the fireplace. He's trapped in a world that burns. I remember being trapped in a fire once. It was awful. I have others to help me escape. BoomFuzzy has no one. He comes to me, because I am the only one who loved him enough to save him from this torment he now lives in. must set him free. Even if I can not bring him back to life, I must at least get him out of that place, that his soul may rest in peace. If I let myself love you, I may lose sight of that."

"You'll never love me, will you?"

"No. I won't. I loved BoomFuzzy. You took him from me. He died because of you. That will always be between us. I will never see you as anything other then the cause of his death. You are a plague. A pox upon my mind. A curse I must bear. I hate you and I always will. I will take care of you because that is my job. You are my wife, it is my duty to take care of you. I do not want to live here. I only stay and take of you and our children, because it is the right thing to do. Don't expect me to like it or be happy with it. I will never again be happy, not as long as you are alive and BoomFuzzy is dead. You should have died, not him. He did nothing wrong. He did not deserve to die."

"Quaraun? Where you bonded with BoomFuzzy? They say you were, and you said it early on, once, but..." Her voice trailed off.

Quaraun said nothing. It upset him when she talked about BoomFuzzy.

"You did, didn't you. That's why you won't bond with me, isn't it? You really loved him. Enough to share a mystical bond with him. Your thoughts, your joy, your sorrow. You two couldn't be separated. That's how you knew when he died. You didn't have to be there with him. You knew because you felt the bond break when he died."

"Yes."

"You poor thing. No wonder you're so upset. You could feel everything he felt."

"Please don't talk about BoomFuzzy."

"He died a hundred years ago today, didn't he?"

"Yes. He did. Tomorrow"

"That means we've been married a hundred years."

"Yes. It does."

"And you still won't willingly bed with me."

"No. I won't. I don't love you. I never will. All I see when I look at you is BoomFuzzy's murderess and my rapist. That's all you are to me."

"This is stupid, Quaraun. You only knew BoomFuzzy a few years. And you were still an Elfling. He was an old Faerie who sexually abused you to satisfy himself. You need to get over him."



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 "That's not what he did, but it is what you do to me. I want nothing to do with bedding with you and you will not take no for an answer. You force yourself on me. I say no and you do not listen. When I said no to BoomFuzzy he stopped. He always did. He never raped me. He wouldn't. He could have many times and he didn't."

"He didn't love you Quaraun. He just used you, everyone says so."

"Everyone is wrong. And you're the one who doesn't love me. You love our father. Why don't you go have children with him. It's his children you want, not mine."

"It's your children that heir the throne."

"Hmmm."

"You really don't want to be king, don't you?"

"I couldn't image why anyone would want to rule over this insignificant race of snobs."

"You act like you aren't a Moon Elf."

"I'm not, or didn't Father tell you?"

"Are you a Thullid Spawnling?"

"Is that what he tells you I am?"

"Is that what you are?"

"It's what he believes my mother was. It's why he killed her."

"Was she?"

"It's what he believes I am. It's why he tried to kill me, why the king sent me away. Why everyone one in this village hates me and wants me dead."

"I don't hate you, Quaraun."

"You want me dead, how is that different?"

"Quaraun, I try to love you. You won't let me. I could learn to love you if I didn't have to live in the shadow of your dead fuck buddy."

"Don't call him that."

"He did not love you."

"I was soul bonded with him. I know what he felt. He did love me."

"He used you for sex."

"You're the one uses me for sex."