EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

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


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


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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FarDarrig and The Baby That Never Should Have Been 
Quaraun The Insane 

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FarDarrig and The Baby That Never Should Have Been 
Quaraun The Insane

Quaraun lay, half sitting up, propped up with many pillows, hugging the young she-Elf close to him. Both Elves looked terrified. Quaraun was scared of his closest friends. Scared of Unicorn. Scared of GhoulSpawn. Scared of FarDarrig. Quaraun was clutching the she-Elf to him as though he expected to be attacked at any moment. The terror in his eyes was unlike anything Unicorn had ever seen before.



Quaraun had not said a word since they had found him. Instead he made growling, grunting, hissing sounds with his throat whenever any one tried to get close.

Quaraun was a very powerful wizard, and extremely dangerous when frightened or angry, and he was clearly both, though they did not know why. Unicorn and GhoulSpawn were his two closest and dearest friends and yet he was lashing out at them as though they were his mortal enemies. It scared them to see him like this. They had sent for FarDarrig, a psychic mind reader, to try to look into the Elf's mind and find out what was going on in his head.

The three of them stayed back now, waiting for the wizard's temper to calm. Waiting for it to be safe to approach the bed again.

Time slipped by and Quaraun seemed to have relaxed some. FarDarrig ventured closer to the bed. Quaraun's eyes followed the Vampire Leprechaun's every move. The undead psychic stood over the silent Elf.

"He's grown so old..." FarDarrig said. "Wherever he was, time moved different there. And you're right... There's a glimmer spell. Oh my. I can not tell you every thing you want to know. I can see through the glimmer spell, what it is he doesn't want you to see. I can see his silence. He's suffering. He is in great pain, far more then you can imagine. He's injured. Crippled. And afraid. He has terrible wounds and he's afraid to let you know, what they are. Where they are. ... His silence. ... He's injured. He can not talk. He's mute now. I don't think he'll ever be able to talk again."

"Why can't he talk?" Unicorn asked.

"He's injured. The glimmer spell... it hides a terrible, horrible injury. One that has left him mute. He doesn't want you to know. I won't tell you all. But I will tell you this. He's been burned. He doesn't want you to know what he looks like now. And his tongue's been cut out. He can't talk any more. I don't think he'll ever talk again. I don't think he can. The injury's new. The wound is not yet healed, but I think, even after it does heal, he'll not recover his ability to talk."

"His tongue's been cut out?"


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"By who? And why?"

"Slave traders. Elf breeders. Humans. They made him a slave. He's an aristocrat. Royalty. A High Elf. He didn't take to being a slave well. He's stubborn. Insubordinate. Refused to obey orders. Talked back. Talked back too much. Too often. They burned his tongue. But it healed. And he went right back to it again. They did it several times. Each time he healed and never learned his lesson. It was easier to remove his tongue and be done with it."

"Who's the female?" Unicorn asked.

"She's his daughter, isn't she?" GhoulSpawn asked as he watched the old Elf cuddling the young pregnant she-Elf. The she-Elf was very beautiful, and looked hauntingly very much like Quaraun. She was clearly a Moon Elf and as Quaraun was the last Moon Elf, there was no other way for there to be a second Moon Elf unless he was her father.

"Yes," FarDarrig answered. "Her name is Pippiatta. And he can communicate with her, even without his tongue. The Elven hive mind. He has it with her. They can talk to each other without their voices. Speaking with their thoughts, the way other Elves do. The way he used to be able to do before he was cast out of Elf society and the hive mind connection severed from his brain. They are talking to each other constantly. They are very close. I believe they may be bonded."

"Soul bound? He's already soul bound to Unicorn."

"Yes, but an Elf can be bound to more then one mate. And he's been alone for a long time."

"She looks just like him. What about her baby? Is it his?"

"It is. And it's not her first. They've had others. They've been taken away. That's why they're afraid. That's why they are clinging to each other like this. They've both been hurt. They've both been traumitized. They've both found comfort in the embrace of the other. She's born him many children now. More then I can count. They've not been allowed to raise their children. The infants were taken from them hours after they were born. She's traumatized. Terrified. We are strangers to her. She is afraid we will take her baby. They'd been wandering in the forest for a few weeks before you found them...."

"He was only gone 7 days."

"Every day here was at least ten years there. They had escaped. Fled into the forest. She's been taking care of him. He hasn't been able to travel well. He's badly injured. They were both starving. She's been afraid. Afraid for mate. Afraid he would die. Afraid for her babies. Afraid they would not be born if she couldn't find food."

"Babies? More then one?"

"She's carrying twins. Both male. I can see their minds as well. Quaraun is hyper afraid. He's already afraid as is his nature, but he's feeling her fear as well, through the hive mind, and it's keying him up because he knows he's injured too badly to protect her. The babies can sense their mother's fear and so they are also afraid. Quaraun is connected to them by the hive mind as well. He knows his sons are afraid inside her womb and he knows he's too weak to protect them. That's why he's acting so keyed up right now. He wants to protect his family and he knows he can't. All 4 of them need to know they are safe here and that none of us will hurt them."

"How do we do that? Tell them they are safe?"

"Quaraun already knows it, but he doesn't. Her emotions are changing and altering his. He's in great pain. The worst of the burns are new. They were beating her. I'm not sure why. Something she did. Something she said. They were keep in barn like building. Hundred of Elves. Stalls like cells. They slept on the floor in piles of hay. They singled him out. The other Elves. He had no hive mind connection. They knew he was an out cast Elf. The other Elves, took care of each other, but they took away the food. Wouldn't let him eat. Beat him up when he tried to steal their scraps. The Humans didn't know. He was starving... oh dear..."

"What is it?"

"He went too long with eating. And then, there building was fenced in. Like a prison. The Elves were allowed to go outside. There was a field. With trees. And rocks. He went outside to look for food. Another Elf followed him. Bullied him. They didn't know he was a wizard. He tried to get away. But they found branches and rocks to hit him with. He tried to run, but they broke his leg. He was scared and hungry. He was ever so hungry. The Thullid inside him was starving to death. He's changed. He's not an Elf any more. He's a Thullid now."

"He's been a Thullid for decades."

"No. He's been holding on to the Elf. Keeping the Elf's memory alive. Pretending to be an Elf. He's not any more. He went too long without food. Week. They wouldn't let him eat. The other elves. The slave masters fed each Elf. Gave them all food. But then they left. And the other Elves took his food away. Because he's outcast. But they didn't he he was a Thullid. And at first no one noticed... The day in the field... the day they broke his leg. When they got down the Elves went back to their barn to sleep. He stayed outside. He was in too much pain. Hunger. And a broken leg. One Elf went out that night. Found him sitting alone in the field. And started pushing him around. And he changed. He's been using glimmer spells for a while. A long while. Long before the portal took him away. He's transformed. Alone with just the one Elf and no one else to see. And so very hungry. He dropped the glimmer spell, let the Elf see his Thullid form, just long enough, so the Elf knew what was happening. He killed him. Tore out his brain and ate it. No one noticed at first. There were so many Elves. Hundreds of them all in that one barn. So one missing. It took a few days to notice him gone... and by then a few more were gone too."

"Is ya saying, "Unicorn asked. "Quaraun has turned into a squid headed tentacle beast?"

"Almost, but not quite. He's a Jelly Thullid, not a Squid. He still retains his Elf body, but the jelly fish has grown huge. She's no longer the tiny little speck she once was. She filled his whole skull now. Curled up inside, like a little hermit crab nestled away, until she comes out to attack. Thousands of jelly tentacles, that can exit through his mouth and rip off your head, crush your skull, and tear out your brain, all in a few seconds. Then pull out the brain, up into his body, tuck it away in his skull, so she can feast on it in her leisure."

"I can do that too," GhoulSpawn said.

"Ya can?" Unicorn looked at GhoulSpawn.

"Yeah. Been able to do it a few years now. He's been a Thullid longer then me, he's probably been able to do it a few decades now."

"Does ya eat Elves?"

GhoulSpawn shook his head, silently, no.

"Does ya eat sheep?"

"I try not too."


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Unicorn looked at Quaraun. The frightened Moon Elf was still staring at them through widen, fear filled eyes, and clutching the she-Elf to his chest, looking ready to attack any one that got close to her.

"So him eat Elves now, and him has a daughter, who is pregnant wid his baby. And him scared out of his mind and hiding what him looks like cause him no longer look himself un does nay wants us to know."

"Basically. Yes."

"Any t'ing else?"

"He's very distressed over the incest issue."

"Incest is tradition with Moon Elf," Unicorn said. "Him always said him would never do that."

"He wasn't given a choice in that. They found the half-Elf he fathered many decades ago and forced him to breed with her several times."

"Forced to breed?"

"He was captured by slave traders and sold for a very high price to Elf breeders. They bred him to many she-Elves. He has fathered many children in his absence. Hundreds of children."

"Ya said him fathered this half-Elf long time gone, before him got taken?"


"Why did I not know that?"

"He hid it from you. He was scared you'd kill him."

"Kill him?"

"The memory of Gibedon haunts his mind."

"That was so long ago."

"He still carries Gibedon's head, to remind himself, you eat Elves. Even your lovers. Gibedon was the lover you had, just before him. He replaced Gibedon after you ate Gibedon."

"Is that why him keep Gibedon head?"

"Yes. You've killed, eaten, and replaced all of your previous lovers. He's terrified you'll do the same to him. More so now then ever."

"Why more so now?"

"He's been unfaithful to you. He knows you saw him copulating with the she-Elf. He's waiting for his punishment now."

"When did him father a half-Elf?"

"He was trapped in a portal before. Also in the future. He was unable to try to come back, because he was injured almost immediately after arriving. He was taken to a place where all the sick and injured were gathered together to be taken care of. A pregnant Human took care of him for several months, nursing him back to health. She was very excited about being a mother. And then her baby died. A previous husband, beat her up and killed the baby because it wasn't his. She was very sad. She was a widow, with no hope for another baby. She cried all the time. When he was well enough to leave the infirmary, he took the girl with him. He found Black Tower, but it was Black Tower in an alternate version of here and he couldn't find a portal to bring him back here. The girl stayed with him at Black Tower, but she remained very sad. He did not love her, but he was very sad for her. He took care of her and tried to make her happy again. But she was so distraught over the death of her baby, the sadness enveloped her and he became afraid she would kill herself. He didn't want her to die like BoomFuzzy did, so he took her into his bed and gave her another baby."

FarDarrig became deathly silent.

"What is wrong?" Unicorn asked the Leprechaun.

"She died. She was murdered. You found a portal to bring him back and she was left behind. He panicked. After he got back here, he realized he couldn't leave an Elf baby behind in that world. Because Elves did not exist in that world. He remember his own childhood. He remembered GhoulSpawn's childhood, being a half-Elf, raised without any one to love him. He didn't want that for his baby. He realized too late the error of creating a child, that never should have been, in a world where he did not belong. He thought bringing her back here would fix it. He'd changed history and he knew it. He'd left a half-Elf baby in a world with no Elves. He lied to you then, to get you to help him go back and bring the girl here."

"I remembers that."

"The future without Unicorn," GhoulSpawn said. "I remember it too. He was frantic. He was gonna go back if we helped him or not. He told us some one was trying to kill her. He wanted to protect her. He didn't tell us she was pregnant, we found that out when we met her. But you said she died? How? I thought we saved her."

"You did. And you brought her here, out of her time, out of her dimension... and you of all people should know you can't exist long in a dimension not your own..."

"But I'm a Demon from a Hell dimension, in a world that Demons shouldn't be in. It messes with my genetics. But she was a Human and this plain has Humans. I thought..."

"You thought wrong. And you took her out of her world, our of her dimension, out of her time, and took her to our past. He visited her several times. And when the baby was born, he went back to the same village many times to visit his half-Elf daughter."

"The village we kept going back to..." Unicorn whispered. "It was razed. The baby... That baby. Is that her? She's the baby? He went mad when the soldiers came and tried to take the baby. I couldn't understand why. I never seen him fight before. But he fought those soldiers. They crippled him. It why him on the cane now. Him would na let go of the baby, and he could no fight any more. They wounded him. He knew he was about to die. He knew if he just handed over the baby, they would have walked away. But he held on to her while they beat him. They shattered his spine. Then one soldier pulled out a sword and ran it through him. He still would no let the baby go. The soldier pulled out the sword and ran it through him again.  Oh my poor Elf. He finally collapsed from lose of blood. Still clutch that baby. But he was too weak to hold on any more and they took her from his arm and they left. Left him lying in the street, his blood gushing from his body. He almost died. It was month before he could stand up again. Months more before he could walk. He never recovered. His leg's been lame ever since. I never seen defend any one like that before. He tried so hard hard to keep that baby.And ya saying, this girl here... she's that baby?"

"Yes. And that's why he's clinging to her like he is, right now. He doesn't want to lose her again." 

"It was his baby? He was her father? Why didn't he tell me? I made him give it up. I didn't know he was the father. He never told me."

"He didn't dare to. You have a terrible temper."

"What baby?" GhoulSpawn asked Unicorn. "When did all this happen? Why didn't I know about it?"

"Right after we took Black Tower, things got weird. Time shifted. It was right after HellBorne died. Right after they implanted you with the Thullid egg. You were wounded and ran away. We tried to find you, but you jumped into some portal. Portal went weird after HellBorne died. And time kept changing. We'd wake up in a different year every day.  We didn't know what time we were in. We kept getting sent to the past and future and we kept ending up at this tavern. Same tavern over and over again. And one day, as we were walking into the village, a bright light opened up in the clouds. A huge flying ship popped out of a portal and set fire to the village. Quaraun went mad with terror and ran to the tavern, looking for one of the bar maids. When he found her, she was dead, but underneath her, she been shielding a baby from the blaze and the baby was still alive. He took the baby with him and it was the strangest thing, but he became very defensive of the baby, very protective. It was out of character for him. Normally a Human baby, he'd have found another Human to take it, but this one... he wouldn't let any one near it. He went full on mother hen. But the baby was like a plague. Soon as we found it, we started having one bad thing after another happen. People started attacking us for no reason. Monsters and Demons would pop out of portals and try to kill us to get to the baby.

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And then one day, a band of Human soldiers attacked, they wanted the baby. They accused us of taking it, we being to males, an Elf and a Faerie and the baby being Human. He wouldn't hand the baby over, so they tried to take it by force and he was sick, hurt, he couldn't fight back but he did anyways and then he was wounded, and, so he just held the baby to his chest and shielded it from them, while they lashed out at him, stabbing him with swords. I was newly regenerated so still weak and couldn't set foot in sunlight yet. I couldn't help him. They were gonna kill him. One soldier ran a sword through his side, another pinned him to the ground, driving a sword through his leg into the dirt. They were gonna take the baby one way or another. When he collapsed, he wouldn't let go of her. It became clear they were gonna kill him. I took the baby from him and gave it to them and they left. He was months recovering his injuries, and his leg never fully healed, that's why he limps. He spent months hunting down those soldiers trying to find that baby. I tried to get him to take other orphan babies, he would have nothing to do with it. It was just that one baby. It had to be that baby. No other. He was desperate to find her, but we never did and it broke his heart. And I never knew why. I didn't know she his baby. He never told me. It never occurred to me to think he might have been her father."

"She shouldn't exist," FarDarrig said. "And he knows it. He's talked to the Gremlin more often then he's told you. He went to the Gremlin to ask for help. After the solider took her. He thought, GhoulSpawn of the future would help him. He didn't know it was GhoulSpawn of the future, who'd sent the solders. People from all points of time and space are trying to find her and kill her and he knows that. If she had never been born, Ongadada would never happen."


"He's seen more of the future then he's telling you. He's meet the Gremlin and he knows who the Gremlin is and why the Gremlin knows so much about about him, and why the Gremlin is trying so hard to undo the damage the portals have done. Blue skinned Elves from a future far away, came here to our time and razed her village. They killed every one just to get to her. And they did it on the Gremlin's orders..."

"Gremlin?" GhoulSpawn asked. "But he's me. He's me in the future."

"Yes. You, when you are very old. You become the Gremlin."

"You're saying, I'm the one... I gave the orders to kill his family?"


"Why would I do that? I abhor death, murder, war, and violence."

"Yes. I know. And that's why you do it. He's going to murder 30 billion people. And you return to his past to try to stop him."

"By killing his baby?"

"Yes. The poor tormented Elf. Through that one baby, now grown up, he's fathered hundreds more babies that should not exist. Each female he fathered in her, was brought to him soon as she was old enough to be bred. Each of their female children were bred by him as well. He's been trapped in that world more then seventy years, and a she-Elf grows ripe for breeding in only ten. The poor Elf. He swore he'd never follow in his family's generations long history of incest and he was forced to do it more then most. He was forced to breed against his will. The poor Elf. His mind's broken. Lost in depth so far away."

"He doesn't like sex with females."

"No. He doesn't. He wasn't given a choice. They tortured him when he refused to copulate with the females. The poor Elf, he's been tortured horrifically. But then they finally discovered that if they tortured the she-Elves in front of him, he would bred with them in order to end their suffering. He could withstand his own suffering, but he couldn't bear to watch others suffer. They broke him. He finally reached a point of it just being easier to fuck the female when they brought her to him, rather than have them torture her first. They've used him to bring back the Moon Elves, but they're different. He's no longer a Moon Elf. He's a Thullid. And the females were partly Human. They've created a monstrous hybrid race. They call themselves the Ratzins."

FarDarrg paused.

"I think.... I think you two need to talk to the Gremlin... ask him to explain. Quaraun's blocking his mind and I'm not seeing everything. Something the Gremlin told him... he's hiding it from me. He knows I'm reading his thoughts. Unicorn..."

FarDarrig turned to face the Phooka.

"Somethings wrong. I don't know what. There's more. But he's not letting me see it. It's terrifying."

"Ongadada is supposed the quite horrific..."

"No. Not that. His mind. It's terrifying.Looking into his mind. He has powers, I could not have imagined existed. The Thullids are right to fear and worship him. To call him a god. He is. He is exactly what they say he is. Ancient beyond imagining. The jelly fish that lives in him... it is the Elder Brain, and she's thousands of years old. Tens of thousands of years old. She existed long before our world did. I can see all her memories. For eons. The powers you've seen him display. Things you've seen him do... you call him, the world's most powerful wizard. People of the future, are coming back to the past desperately trying to stop this future war from happening... it's not a war... it's a massacre. A vast, massive, massacre. He's seen it. He's been there. The Gremlin took him there and showed him, what he's gonna do.... you have no idea what he's truly capable of... the powers you've seen... they are not even ice shavings off the tip of the iceberg. The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish, she truly is a god... and right now, she's terrified. She's trapped. Hiding away inside the skull of this Elf, terrified and ready to lash out. She's peaceful. She just wants to be left alone, but she's on edge. She's ready to attack. And she will. If she's pushed too far she will, and almost there right now. She'd teetering on the edge. Quaraun's been pushed too far. This last portal. The slave traders. The Elf breeders. They're all dead now. He slaughtered them in his escape. He's left a trail of blood to get back here. He's turned to cannibalism. He's been eating Elf brains. And he's been doing it for a while. Every one's always called him insane... he wasn't then, not before... but he is now. Quaraun's truly insane now and he's about to snap. I really don't want to be around when he does. I can see his memories. I can see the massacre he left behind, in the world he just left. I can see how far he went, to save her life and bring her back here. He's not the Quaraun you knew 7 days ago. That elf is dead. I don't think he's coming back. I don't think he can. He's been pushed too far. Way too far."

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