EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author
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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

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

BoomFuzzy

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion





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BoomFuzzy

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

 BoomFuzzy got off the wounded Elf and began stroking his long silver hair, smoothing out the knots and tangles. He desperately wanted to fuck the Elf, but he knew if he did so right now, Quaraun would never trust him again. Quaraun would probably never trust anyone again. Quaraun's spirit was broken. BoomFuzzy could see how easy it would be to take Quaraun right now and do whatever he wanted to him, but it would be a horrible final blow to an Elf, after been outed by his clan, to then be raped by a Faerie. It would shatter whatever little Quaraun had left of his already broken ego.

A broken Elf was a rare thing. Elves were strong and proud and stood rigorous showing no emotion. The Moon Elves had been slowly chipping away Quaraun's self esteem for many years now, and they had finally shattered every last shred of dignity he had.

"Do no cry. I will not rape ya. Ya'll forever be terrified of me if I do. I does no want that. I want to be inside of ya, but I want ya to want it with me."

BoomFuzzy gently picked Quaraun up and cradled him in his arms.

"My poor little Elf. What has they done to ya?"



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 ~o0o~


BoomFuzzy shut down the candy store and spent his days trying to calm the increasingly erratic and deeply traumatized Elf. A vast barrier went up around the gingerbread house and try as they did, no one could get near BoomFuzzy's yard, as monstrous sharp fanged plants, sprouting bloodthirsty blossoms grew around the yard, snapping up and swallowing whole any Elf that got within reach.

The house itself came alive, no longer a gingerbread house, but now a vast flesh eating, grey stone mansion, it's windows glowing red eyes, it's door snarling, snapping jaws, it's bleeding walls crumbling and flattening any Elf foolish enough to get close. Tall towering pine trees uprooted themselves and thundered around the edge of the forest, stepping on and crushing like ants, any Elf they saw.

The Moon Elves shrunk back from the Frozen Forest in terror as they realized the horrifying truth, that a Phooka had taken up residence in their midsts and the only reason he was not killing every one of them because he was too busy taking care of the dying Di'Jinn wizard.


~o0o~


 BeaLuna rarely visited the Moon Elves in winter. Winter made travel between the mountains treacherous and the blizzard snows were thick this year. Having been trapped with the Moon Elves for many months, it was not until late summer, into early fall, when the Gnome returned to visit the Moon Elves again.

News of what had happened to Quaraun did not reach the Gnome village, for no Moon Elf dares leave their homes. Gibedon's army had surrounded the valley. Thousands of Phookas, Dark Elves, and undead beasts were camped all around them. Terror seized the Moon Elves as they waited, not knowing why the army did not attack. And while they knew the Elves whom had taken Quaraun into the forest were dead, they did not know that it had been BoomFuzzy whom had killed them, nor did they know that it was BoomFuzzy himself, who was holding the army back.

The King, being a Thullid and not a Moon Elf, had searched through the mind waves of locals to find the Phooka and briefly found him in BoomFuzzy's head, but the Phooka, sensing a Thullid breaking through his thoughts, put up a barrier and the king could probe the Phooka's mind no more.

So when a few months later, BeaLuna did visit the Moon Elves, she was meet with much contempt and not certain as to why. No Moon Elf would speak to her. Many slammed their doors or crossed the street to avoid her, when they saw her.

While the Gnomes did not consider themselves to be Faeries, the Elves classified Gnomes as a type of Fae race, and right now, any Faerie setting foot in the Moon Elf village was not welcomed.







 BeaLuna had always been meet with disdain by the haughty Moon Elves, but never like this before. Something was wrong and she knew it. She feared it. She never felt fear walking through the streets of the Moon Elf village before, but now she did.

At the palace, things were not any better. Few Elves acknowledged her existence, most acting as though she were not there. Any friend of Quaraun's was not welcomed in the village right now, any his Fae friends even less so.

BeaLuna felt uneasy and puzzled as she made her way through the Moon Elf village to the palace.

"Quaraun is not here," the king told the Gnome when she inquired to his whereabouts.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. And I don't think any one around here really cares."

"What happened? Why is everyone acting so... strange?"

"We have laws, BeaLuna and Quaraun has been breaking a lot of them. I like Quaraun. I always have and I indulged him, allowed him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Personally, I don't really care about many of the ancient laws, nor do I enforce them. However, my brother does and most of the village supports my brother's way of thinking, not mine. They decided that Quaraun had broken too many of the ancient laws and it was high time someone taught him a lesson and made an example of him to prevent others from following in his footsteps, so they took the law into their own hands."

"What do you mean? What did they do?"

"Public execution., by long and slow torture."

"Execution? Is he dead?"

"He was still alive last time I saw him. In a pitiful state, badly injured. They stoned him, beat him, tortured him, castrated him, I'm told the old candy maker broke it up, killed several of the villagers, and took Quaraun with him. Poor Quaraun. I'm not even sure he's still alive. I can no longer feel his bond to the village. Whatever bond he had to the community is gone. There is no more psychic connection between him and us, which means either he's dead, or his mind and soul are seriously broken. I tried to stop them, but a king has no power against an angry mob. When I last saw my nephew, he was in very bad shape, bones broken, flesh mutilated, skin ripped off, gaping wounds ripped through his body. If he lives, I doubt he'll ever fully recover. Poor thing. He would have made a good king. He was just and fair with everyone, didn't judge people by their race or social standing, he had a chance to go free and let someone else take his place, but he would not allow an innocent to take his punishment for him, we needed a king like him. If he does live and I die and he takes my throne, the people will never listen to him now. The kingdom will fall into anarchy upon my death."

"If Quaraun's with BoomFuzzy, did BoomFuzzy leave the village?"

"Not as far as I know."

"You said, you didn't..."

"BoomFuzzy has put a curse on the village."



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 "Has anyone gone to the gingerbread house to find out if they're there?"

The king gave a small nervous smile, one that suggested great fear.

"BoomFuzzy is a Phooka. An Elf Eater from Pepper Valley and a Necromancer. Likely King Gwallmaiic himself."

"Quaraun has actually said that to me on multiple occasions, but that doesn't answer my question."

"Whatever spell BoomFuzzy put on the villagers when he arrived, is broken, or changed."

"Meaning?"

"It's not a gingerbread house that sits at the edge of the forest any more."

"What is there now?"

"The villagers are calling it The Twighlight Manor. It's a huge stone mansion, that comes alive and eats anyone who gets near it. No one has dared get close to the forest... the trees have grown by hundreds of feet, and any one getting within reach, gets caught and devoured. The edge of the forest is full of dead Elves, hanging, torn and bloody from the branches of the trees. This is why Elves don't like Faeries. This is what Faeries do when they are angry and BoomFuzzy is angry at us right now. It seems, that in spite of what he is and what he does, he really did love Quaraun and is fiercely protecting him right now. I believe Quaraun is still alive. And I believe BoomFuzzy is keeping the army held back as long as Quaraun lives. I think, the moment Quaraun dies, Gibedon's army will fall upon us and kill us all."


~o0o~


BeaLuna made her way to the gingerbread house and as the Moon Elf King had said, the little cabin made of cake and candy was gone, replaced with a huge five story tall granite block mansion, that stretched on for acres to either side, circling back like a horseshoe with two large, long wings stretching out behind it into the forest. The front door, opened up into a tooth filled mouth, snarling and growling like a rabid wolf. The windows above the tooth filled door, glowed angrily as burning eyes full of rage. All around the building, tall thorn covered vines lashed like whips, reaching out and snatching up any creature that got in their reach. Several dead Elves, deer, birds, squirrels, and rabbits swung from the slithering branches of the huge thorny vines.

"Wow! Quaraun was right. BoomFuzzy really is a Faerie wizard."

It occurred to BeaLuna that if Quaraun was right about everything he had said about BoomFuzzy, then none of this was real and all of it was an illusion, and an illusion could only kill you if you believed it was real, and so, she closed her eyes and walked forward into the monstrous flesh eating house and hoped to find the gingerbread house still standing on the other side of the tooth filled doorway.

"BoomFuzzy?" BeaLuna called out as she walked through the cold, echoing halls of the vast mansion.

"How did ya get in here?" The Phooka asked as he appeared behind the Gnome.

BeaLuna stepped back startled, by the man she saw. BoomFuzzy had always appeared as a Moon Elf to her, but now he looked like a Human, with very dark nearly black, brown skin, horrific sharp fangs grew from his mouth, protruding over his lips, tall gazelle horns growing from his forehead, towering back over his head, several feet tall, and the many inches long, razor sharp eagle claws, Quaraun had described seeing before, gleamed from his long thin fingertips. His wild mass of dread locks was still the same, except now they were black instead of white, and instead of chocolate brown velvet robes, he was clothed in the skins of dead Elves trimmed in luxuriant black furs.

"You're a Phooka!"

"Aye."

"You're the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley," the little Gnome exclaimed fearfully.

"I am. What do ya want?"

"Are you BoomFuzzy?"

"Aye."

"You look... different."



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 "Ya saw an illusion before. This is me as I am. What does ya want?"

"Is this how Quaraun sees you?"

"Aye. He always saw the truth. He never saw the illusion. What does ya want?"

"But... you're... you're a Demon!"

"No. I am a Faerie. What does ya want?"

"I was looking for Quaraun... I thought he'd be here... but the gingerbread house and the vines and..."

"Him be here."

"Can I see him?"

"Aye. Ya mean him no harm, otherwise ya would not have made it in here."

"BoomFuzzy?"

"Me name is Gwallmaiic."

"Okay... uhm... what happened?"

"The Moon Elves tried to kill Quaraun. They nearly succeeded."

"Is he alright?"

"No."

BeaLuna followed the Phooka to the room where Quaraun lay sleeping.

"Him were suffering. I puts him into a deep sleep until hims body can be able to heal. He will no wake up, nor will he hear ya. I put him in a sleeping trance, him would be dead now, otherwise."

"What did they do to him?"

"Everything they could tinks of. I did'na know it was happening or I would of stopped it sooner. Me poor wee Elf. His body will heal, but I fear his mind is broken. Him were in a bad state when I brought him here."

BoomFuzzy sat in a chair beside the bed and stroked the Elf's long silver hair.

"Him will sleep for mony weeks."







 "Why are you doing this?"

"Explain?"

"Helping him."

"Why would I not?"

"You're the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."

"Aye."

"You've slaughtered millions of Elves"

"Aye."

"Elves all over the planet live in terrorized fear of you."

"They does."

"You eat Elves."

"I do."

"He's an Elf."

"He is."

"Then why are you helping him?"

"I love him. That were not a lie a BeaLuna. I really do love him."

"Why?"

"Love needs not a reason. It just happens."

"But he's an Elf and you're... you're... you."

"I know."

"How did you fall in love with him? He's... he's... he's kind of stupid."

The Elf Eater laughed.

"I tinks his being stupid might have had a lot to do with it. Poor little Elf, he's too stupid to live. I tried for years to catch him. Decades. I never met an Elf that so effectively eluded capture before. It went on for decades. I spent 30, 40, 50 years trying to catch him and stupid dumb luck saved the poor fool's life every time. Then I went and got caught by Humans. I got so caught up in trying to find a way to capture this silly little Elf that I got careless and got caught by Humans. They tortured me. Kept me alive for weeks, torturing me until I wished they would just kill me and get it over with and who should come along and save my life, but him. Stupidest Elf on the planet. Here I am spending decades trying to eet him and he goes and saves me life. I did'na know what to do with him after that. Moved on, went back to killing other Elves, but could'na get him out of me head. Then the Di'Jinn round up a whole herd of Phookas and slaughter them and Quaraun just stood there. He was horrified. He loves horses, especially unicorns, and in our true form that's what we are. We Phookas, we are little black horses, with shiny silver horns. We live in rivers and swamps and marshes and wells and pretend to be wounded to lure in unsuspecting victims. Once we get them on our backs, we sprout tentacles, to howld them on and gallop back to our water and gleefully drown them then devour their flesh. Most Phookas go after Humans, they being so plentiful, but me, I aquired a taste for Elf flesh. '



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 "For decades, every day, Quaraun would come down to the river to watch a little herd of black ponies. We tried very hard to get him to ride us, but he never would. It isn't in him to capture a horse and make it a slave beast of burden. No, instead he brought us carrots and apples and cucumbers and sugar cubes and apricots. brushed our manes, braided our tails, curried our fur, plucked out the briers and burs, scratched our noses. He didn't know what we were. He was just a sweet innocent lil' Elf who loved horses.'

"One day the Di'Jinn saw where he went each morning, saw the horses and knew what they were. Knew that it were a herd of Phookas. They feared we would eat their precious prized Thullid infested Moon Elf and so they gathered up every last pony they could capture, and made the little Elf watch, while they burned them alive. Poor Quaraun. He loved those horses so much and he was helpless to stop the Di'Jinn wizards from killing them. Do ya know why he came back to the Moon Elf village? did he ever tell ya?"

"He said the Di'Jinn sent him home."

"There are no more Di'Jinn."

"What do you mean?"

"They did'na send him home."

"Then why'd he leave them?"

"He murdered them."

"Quaraun wouldn't do that. He couldn't kill anything. He's not like that."

"I saw him do it. After the horses were dead. He just stood there. There was nothing on his face. No emotion. No pain. No anger. No sadness. Nothing. Just a dead, empty look in his eyes as he stared at the smouldering ashes, watching the charred bones of the poor dead horses. Then he spoke: 'You killed my horses,' it was all he said. The Di'Jinn told him, they were not horses, they were monsters, disguised as horses, planning to kill him and eat him. The Di'Jinn told Quaraun, 'We saved your life,' and Quaraun said it again: 'You killed my horses.' There was no emotion in his voice at all. He was na angry, no sad, nothing. The Di'Jinn told him, one day he would understand, told him," it's time to go home now," and he said 'I have no home. The Moon Elves sent me away. They sent me to live with you and you killed my horses.' And then I saw it and I did'na understand it, for Thullids are emotionless beings. They fear nothing. There is no power that can defeat them. But the squids turned and stared in stricken horror at the little Thullid infested Moon Elf, and then they ran. ... The most feared wizards of all time... the DiJinn... they ran...

 The Di'Jinn ran in terror, but they did'na get far, before they burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, every last Di'Jinn lay smouldering bone and ash, just as dead as horses. Quaraun killit dem deid. He killit deid every last one of them, and he did it without lifting a finger. And then he walked home. He walked all the way from Persia to the sea, got on a boat, sailed back to Quebec, and walked back here to the Deep North, and told the Moon Elves, the Di'Jinn sent him home. And I followed him. And now here we are."

"You're saying Quaraun can do psyonic mind magic?"

"I'm saying Quaraun is not a Moon Elf. He be a Thullid. An Elder Brain from the deep. Him is a Thullid, feared by the other Thullids. And when he wakes up, the Moon Elves better pray he forgifes them, otherwise they are gonna die and there won't be one one damned thing they can do to stop him."

"So because he's some kind of monster, you've fallen in love with him?"

"I am the power hungry war lord. I admit it. I has conquered nations. I slaughtered kings and took their thrones. I made meself king over all the realms of Fae. I fear nothing and no one... Yet I fear him. He does not know the power he has. He be very stupid, innocent, kind.... he has the power of a god and with it, the power to crush empires. Left to his own, he would create a loving a beautiful world, but he is different and people fear him on that alone, and they hurt him, shun him, cast him out, exclude him... and now, they have tried to kill him. Ya did no see the state he was in. Such horror, such fear, such terror. The wild, crazed trauma that was surging through his mind. I dread the day, he realizes the power he has and that fear, turns to hate, for in that day, the Moon Elves will die and the whole world may die with them."

BeaLuna did not believe BoomFuzzy's words, but she agreed with his madness rather then tell him that she thought him to be a raving lunatic.

The Gnome stayed for a week, but when it became apparent that it would be many weeks, perhaps even months before Quaraun woke up, she returned to her village, asking BoomFuzzy to send for her, if Quaraun woke up.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and it was nearly a year before Quaraun's body had healed enough for BoomFuzzy to dare lift the spell that had kept the Elf in his extended sleep.


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Months had past and Quaraun remained glum and silent. His injuries were mostly healed, though he now walked with a limp as a result of the loss of circulation to his leg and the damage done to his hip joint. He stayed with BoomFuzzy, not daring to return to the castle nor walk into the village. He became nervous and skittish, jumping at every sound, flinching at every shadow. He trembled in fear at the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and ran in terror of the sight of water. Quaraun had always been a jittery Elf, but BoomFuzzy had never seen him like this before. He was terrified of everything now. Every sight, every sound, sent Quaraun scampering for a dark corner to hide in. Quaraun wouldn't eat on his own and when BoomFuzzy tried to feed him, Quaraun cowered on the floor too terrified to touch the food. Quaraun was losing weight and growing very thin.

While Quaraun was still in bed, recovering from his injuries, the Phooka's army returned. The army camped out in the forest along the outskirts of the Moon Elf village. Two of the Phooka's men went to the gingerbread out to find their king and get new orders. Dark Elf Gibedon and Leprechaun FarDarrig had been gone with the Phookan army several years and both were surprised to see the change which had come over their king.

King Gwallmaiic, was doting on the injured Moon Elf and fussing over his wounds. He would hear no word again Quaraun and became violent towards his men if they said anything against the frail young Elf. It was more then apparent that their fierce, blood thirsty, Elf murdering king had fallen in love with the sick Elf and it worried them.

Gwallmaiic often took Elf companions, used them for a few years and then killed them. The fact that he had gone after Quaraun and built the BoomFuzzy illusion to get the Elf to trust him, was nothing unusual for their king. He did something like this at every Elven village. But this time was different and it worried his men to see him becoming so emotionally involved in the well being of an Elf.

The Dark Elf, Gibedon had been the only Elf King Gwallmaiic had ever let live, and that was only because of Gibedon's own fierce hatred of Elves. For several weeks, Gibedon stormed glumly around the gingerbread house, complaining about Quaraun and trying to convince Gwallmaiic/BoomFuzzy that the sick Elf was not worth the trouble or the effort it was taking to restore his health. BoomFuzzy would hear nothing of it and pushed Gibedon out of the house.

Gibedon frightened Quaraun. Everything frightened Quaraun these days. His irrational phobias and paranoid fear of everything had spiralled out of control. The entire Moon Elf village had turned on him. They had cruelly tortured him and tried to kill him. The poor Elf could not get that out of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't rest. Everything sent him running, screaming frantically for someplace to hide. Every shadow. Every sound. Only in BoomFuzzy's arms did Quaraun feel safe now, but now with Gibedon here, BoomFuzzy had changed. He was becoming more and more irritable. His temper flaring. Quaraun quickly began to realize that Gibedon and Gwallmaiic had been lovers and Gibedon was jealous of BoomFuzzy's new found toy, Quaraun.

 "You baby him," Gibedon said angrily to BoomFuzzy.

"He is a baby," BoomFuzzy snarled back. "And ya'll not touch him."

"You was my lover..."

"And now I is his. Deal with it."

"What do you see in him?"

"More then I ever saw in ya."

"You think he's something special don't you?"

"Does no matter to ya what I thinks of him."

"I say throw him back to the Moon Elves, let them tear him apart. Drive them into a blood frenzy, then we can kill them all while they are too busy killing him."

"No."

"Why?"

"Ya'll not harm him. No one will harm me Elf."

"You can't replace me with that sick, cowardly weakling."

"I already dids."

"Why?"

"Because he loves me and ya does not, ya never did, ya never will."

"Love isn't an Elven emotion."

"I know, that be why he has it. He be not an Elf."

"Oh don't start with that again. THAT is not a Thullid demigod. That is not a Thullid at all. It's just a sick Moon Elf that if left on it's own won't make it to the end of the week."

Gibedon grabbed Quaraun's arm and dragged him across the room.

"THIS is NOT a Thullid!" Gibedon roared at BoomFuzzy as he shook the frightened Moon Elf.

"Let go of him."

"Gladly." Gibedon reached for the cellar door and tossed Quaraun down the stairs.

"How dare ya!" BoomFuzzy pushed Gibedon aside and ran down the stairs to see if Quaraun was all right. "Ya bastard. Leave me Elf alone."

BoomFuzzy gently cradled the Elf in his arms, kissing his cheek. Quaraun's eyes drifted closed and he stifled a moan in his throat as he thought of soft Phookan skin nestled against his body. Warm. Naked. Hard muscled. Pulsing with all that he desired. Gibedon was already enraged, and seeing BoomFuzzy kiss the Moon Elf sent him over the edge into a violent fury. Gibedon tore the Elf from BoomFuzzy's arms and slammed him into the wall, then turned on his leader. Gibedon grabbed BoomFuzzy this time and threw him back against the other wall. BoomFuzzy immediately got back up and lunged for Gibedon's throat. The two Necromancers began fighting viciously.

Quaraun lay on the floor dazed, not really sure what was going on on the other side of the room. He heard a scream and turned his head to listen, uncertain who had screamed or why. He was dazed from his tumble down the stairs, and farther dazed by being slammed into the wall and was now laying on his back on the floor staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the blue stars, pink jellyfish, and purple unicorns to stop dancing around in splashed rainbow of colours inside his head.







 BoomFuzzy was right. Quaraun was a Thullid. Not an Elf, but rather a small, tiny Jellyfish from Neptune's moon, living nestled safely away inside the Elf's brain. The Jellyfish had killed the Elf decades ago and was fully in control of it's body, thoughts, and actions. But the Jellyfish itself was weak. It had not skeleton, nor exoskeleton, and required the protection of the Elf's soft spongy brain to gently keep it's squishy, easily damaged jelly body safe from harm.

Gibedon had slammed the Elf's head against the stone wall very hard. Hard enough to jostle the Elf's brain against the side of his skull. Had the Elf not already been dead, the action would have killed him. However, the action did cause damage. The brain shouldn't move around inside it's skull, and therefor, the little Thullid should also not be moving around inside the Elf's skull. The vibrations of the brain being slammed against the skull, had likewise jostled the Jellyfish that lived inside the brain. Quaraun the Jellyfish, was now very dizzy and very shooken up and, with several tentacles torn off and broken, no longer fully attached to the nerves in the Elf's spinal column, Quaraun now found himself, unable to get up. While the Moon Elves had damaged the Elf's body, the Thullid itself had remained unharmed, but now the Thullid too was injured, and Quaraun was weaker now than he had been before, except, BoomFuzzy had no way of knowing this.

Quaraun tried honing in on the commotion that surrounded him, but he couldn't move and lay silent as fear grew inside him. His fears grew even more when he realized it was BoomFuzzy's cries that he heard. There were new riveting emotions of fear, Quaraun had not before known. His fears had always been for himself. His fear of others. But this fear was different. It was a fear which he felt at the sound of BoomFuzzy's cries of pain. Quaraun did not know what he had done, but Gibedon had hurt BoomFuzzy. Quaraun knew that BoomFuzzy was in truth, the infamous King Gwallmaiic, feared by millions for his horrific exploits, but he also knew that was while in youth. Gwallmaiic had committed his crimes himself, but now that he was old, that was no longer the case of the last few decades.

In recent years he sent his soldiers out to do his killings, while he set up shop in Elven villages and simply picked off weaker Elves one by one. The Phooka was old, arthritis hampered his ability to fight back, and cataracts blinded his silvery eyes. Gwallmaiic no longer had the strength to fight. This was why his soldiers fought in his stead now, and here was his most notorious warrior of all, the fierce Gibedon himself, now turning on the old king. It suddenly occurred to Quaraun, that in a one on one fight against Gibedon, BoomFuzzy didn't stand a chance, and though he could not see the fight raging on between the two, Quaraun, could tell from the weak, gasping moans the Phooka made, that BoomFuzzy had been very badly injured.







 Quaraun tried to turn to his side and push himself up, but as he did so, he felt a strange hand grasp his neck and he was suddenly forced upright against the wall, his feet not touching the ground as Gibedon now went after him.

"It would be so easy to kill you. Crush your scrawny throat right now with my bare hands."

"Stop it, Gibedon! Yis hurting him!" BoomFuzzy lunged at the angry Dark Elf and shoved Gibedon as hard as he could, knocking all three of them tumbling to the floor.

"You fucking, lying, back stabbing piece of shit Phooka!" Gibedon screamed as he stood and glared down at his long time lover. "You've sold out to him, haven't you?"

"I has sold out to no one."

"You've been obsessed with him ever since we lost you in the desert. I ought to kill the both of you. I'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of you. Every one on the planet wants you dead, and if what you say about this piece of trash is true, the world will be asking why I didn't kill him while I had the chance."

"Ya'll not kill me Elf."

"What Elf? I thought you said he was a Thullid super power, waiting to hatch. The whole galaxy hates the Thullids and wishes every one of them would drop dead. They are nothing but vile monsters. When did you become a Thullid lover?"

"I does no fucking cares what he is. He loves me and that is what I want."

"I loved you."

"Ya know nothing of love Gibedon. Ya has been unfaithful to me since day one! The only thing ya loves is yarself and the idea of the glory that comes with being the lover of The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. He did not know who was, and when he found out had no desire to join me for power and glory. He loves me. His love is pure."







 "And you love him?"

"Aye. I loves him, Gibedon. Now leave him be!"

"You loved me."

"I never loved ya. Not after I found out all ya wanted was power and glory. Ya never wanted me. I has only let ya stay with me, because I wanted a warm body in my bed."

"No!" Gibedon shook his head in disbelief.

Quaraun was no longer paying attention to the quarrelling lovers. His attention was now of a third figure that had appeared in the room. The new being stayed in the shadows, and motioned to Quaraun to come away from the fighting lovers. Quaraun didn't know why he obeyed, but something inside him told him he should trust this person and something else told him that Gibedon was working himself up into a frenzy and Quaraun should get far away from him. Quaraun was too dizzy to stand up yet, but crawled across the room and huddled against the wall farthest away from Gibedon and BoomFuzzy. The shadowy figure knelt beside him and whispered in his ear:

"Believe nothing you see from this point on and don't leave this room. Gibedon intends to kill you and BoomFuzzy. I will not let happen, but you must stay here."

The shadow figure disappeared and Quaraun was uncertain if he had imagined it or not.

Meanwhile the fight between Gibedon and BoomFuzzy had heightened.

"You and me need to talk, bitch!" Gibedon screamed at the Phooka.

Gibedon grabbed BoomFuzzy's arm and dragged him towards the stairs. BoomFuzzy made no attempt to fight this action and let Gibedon pull him away.

"No! BoomFuzzy! Please don't leave me!" Quaraun cried to the Phooka, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

"It's ok," BoomFuzzy said, then disappeared up the stairwell with Gibedon.