More Roweena character parts.

The bell rings, as the bayts move their ears and stretch their wings,
As Roweena jumps, flipping over, throwing sharp things,
A few bayts are stabbed, pushing their wings into the ground,
Calling for help, the bayts scream a high pitched deafening sound,
Roweena cuts their throats to stop their assistance call,
“Shut it.” She says, as more approach from a southern crawl,
Pulling out a knife from a dead bayts wing and aiming to throw,
She flicks it at the bayt, missing it, after aiming too low,
“Ha ha ha!” the bayt laughs, as Roweena stares unafraid,
Taking two blades from behind her belt that she made,
Roweena runs as the bayt prepares to take her quick,
She cuts his ear off, and finds a play for her blade to stick,
Deeply it penetrates into his beating, excited heart,
Then pulling out the blade and ripping the chest apart,
Passing out and dieing as Roweena searches for more prey,
Seeing the other bayts, get scared and fly away.

2nd book ending will be edited, especially how the main baddie dies.
3rd book will also be changed at the ending of how the main baddie dies. they seemed too similar to cliche movie endings. i wanted to stay unique, and i was in the 1st book. so i will change them to be something unique.

page 100 reached, and added Roweena, character based on Rogue Demonista.

Playing outside in the meadow of a prosperous farm,
Her father stood, making sure his family didn’t come to harm,
A stranger came by, seeking refuge from a stormy night,
As Roweena’s parents agreed but watched him with their sight,
Dressed in dark clothing and hat which covered his face,
The only colourful thing was a bell tied with golden lace,
During the early hours after the storm finally ceased,
He began ringing his bell and then came the dark beast,
Claws so long with teeth white and eyes a deep red,
First her mother was taken, and her father bled,
The strange man hurt him, but didn’t kill him at all,
Just whipped him repeatedly, until he finally would call,
The strange man dragged her father out into the darkened mist,
As she watched and was left alone, keeping the rage in her fist.

That awkward moment when a monster is sleeping in your bed....

Laying in a bed after sneaking through the window at the side,
The people of the house kept warm below deep inside,
After being reborn from the cocoon left near the spheres,
Waking when the people move and lift his head when he hears,
The footsteps pound over the wooden second floor,
Coming closer to him followed by little but more,
“Oh no.” Necrowma takes the cover putting it over him self,
As the family with all the comforts kept warm for their health,
The door to the room opens, and the little girl walks within,
Playing with her wooden toys, as the father stands with a grin,
Necrowma sees over the top of the blanket barely covered complete,
As the father looks strange at the bed, noticing long nail pointy feet,
A paleness of skin flows over his face and shivers down his spine,
As the girl plays her toys, hearing the father begin to whine,
“What is wrong father?” she asks as she shakes seeing a wing,
With Necrowma not really hidden well, almost seeing everything,
Sitting up in the bed, Necrowma looks at the little girl and her dad,
“Hi.” He gives a little wave, as they step back thinking he is bad,
Screaming and running down the halls, as Necrowma jumps in fright,
He opens the window wide, jumping out to glide in flight,
Landing on the ground outside, now all wet from melting snow,
He runs away from the house, not knowing which way to go.

90 pages into 4th book

Sweeping away the leaves and bits of ice,
Izara smiles at the sun, with light against her feeling nice,
She hums a song as the broom makes a sound,
Stopping for a moment, as if something hit the ground,
Looking across the pond, where the friends stay,
Izara drops the broom, feeling something different today,
Taking steps back, as if she is being watched by eyes,
She moves inside her hut, being cautious and wise,
Putting out the flames of her fire dimmed overnight,
The sound of flapping wings, hitting her roof, giving a fright,
Izara takes the logs out and hides inside the fireplace,
As above through the hay roof, a bayt shows its face,
She remains still, as it sniffs the air for more,
With another, smaller than the first, enters through the door,
She takes a sheet to cover herself, hiding from its look,
Demshi lands on the roof, as the hut then shook,
“I know you are here.” He speaks, the rumble of his voice,
“Heal me and I will let you stay.” He offers Izara a choice,
She lowers the sheet, with the young bayt watching her there,
Izara walks outside, looking at the injuries she is to take care,
“What happened to you?” she asks, as Demshi has burnt skin,
“A demon fight.” Demshi moves closer, ready to begin,
Izara goes back inside, taking a vile of water from the shelf,
Using it to damped a towel, he snatches and puts it on himself,
“Hold it there.” Izara says, putting the top back on the vile,
As Demshi looks down at her, giving an untrusting smile,
“I have always helped those in need.” Izara says true,
“Even your kind in the past.” She adds, but he already knew,
Removing the towel, Demshi feels his healed skin on his face,
“I will keep my word, you will stay.” He feels no burnt trace,
Izara bows her head, as Demshi spreads his wings to flap,
While he leaves the other bayts stay, as she knew he was full of crap.

This is the horses turn. there is a horse called Swift, he is a horse that was melted by the evolving acid by the dragon Shirodar. he now released from being controlled, can now talk and think like a human.
they are escaping from some bayts that invaded and Swift can change his shape to stand and fight.

Raindrops runs, galloping hard through the trees and bush,
As from behind Swift also runs, giving her a push,
Being pursued by a bayt, they make it to a clearing,
Swift stops, with his hooves digging mud ground smearing,
The bayts fly in, surrounding Swift’s position on the ground,
They stare at Raindrops, making a chomping, sucking sound,
One bayt moves closer, as Swift kicks it hard breaking its face,
“What are you?” another bayt asks, as swift stands in place,
“The greatest foe you could ever know.” Swift speaks with a huff,
Adjusting his pose, cracking bones, to look more tough,
The remaining bayts step back, as one flies scared,
Swift leaps, kicking the remaining, as he prepared,
Raindrops moves closer, licking Swift on his mane,
He holds her with his head, wanting a lick again.

I have come back around to the dark evil of the book.
The Bayts.

Ja’dare hears the sounds, and begins to push around,
Trying to break herself free, while still keeping a low sound,
The humans near watch her, then try to do the same,
Thinking it is fun, “I can do that.” They think it is a game,
Breaking one of the rusted chains, Ja’dare is almost free,
Turning her to head to the side, scared of what she can see,
Viktor approaches, moving slowly into the stream of light,
Looking around then down, to see Ja’dare fight,
He looks away from her, then to Faelyn staying still,
Marking her with his own smell, so the others don’t kill,
Peeing over her, she wakes and screams from the soak,
“What the fuck is this?” she asks, thinking it a sick joke,
“You are mine.” Viktor answers, then leaves the same way,
As Ja’dare looks at her strange, covered in a smell spray,
The sounds of the other bayts approaching make Ja’dare think,
Putting together that they won’t touch her if she also was to stink,
“Suck it up from the ground, and spit it on me.” She asks quick,
Faelyn looks at her, “What do you mean?” feeling sick,
“Spit it on me now.” Ja’dare pleads as Faelyn kneels,
Sucking up a mouthful of pee, showing how she feels,
Spitting the fluids out, and covering some of Ja’dare’s skin,
Looking to the ground, just as the blood trails begin.

I have written now deep into the people known as the Dreadikol, setting another place and new characters to meet.
these people live in a semi-desert place, but they have used all the resources and turned the once fertile land into dirt.
their king Benethar is sick as if the land is sick because he is sick. one of the plots is to find Benethar a serum that will cure him. this is in the plots of Lizolith and Ellejae. but the leader of the royal guards Spiksor wants Benethar to die, thinking he will take over as the new king. but it has already been said that Tommie will be the new king. Spiksor intends to give Tommie false news to cause war, then Spiksor will overthrow him then bring news to the West that the king is dead and a new leader has taken his place that intends peace.

Tommies introduction into the Dreamon series.

Benethar sips his medicine slowly, coughing when it goes down the wrong hole,
He looks weak and groans, “Water.” He takes and drinks from a bowl,
Tommie enters the room, as the nurses leave to make sure they are alone,
Once the doors are shut, Tommie approaches and kneels before the throne,
“You have served me with care.” Benethar speaks, sore in his voice,
“Tommie, You will be king when I am dead.” He feels right about his choice,
“What about Spiksor? What about others too?” Tommie questions, feeling unsure,
“They lie, have greed, war on their minds. Fuck them.” Benethar adds more,
Tommie giggles a little still staring down, “You have feeling, and emotion.”
Benethar touches Tommies head, “Not to mention having the peoples devotion.”
He sits back down, coughing some blood, then wiping away with his sleave,
“Don’t tell Spiksor yet.” Benethar warns, then waves wanting him to leave,
“I will not tell anyone my King.” Tommie opens the doors, walking into the light,
The servants return, prepared to finish cleaning the room for the feast tonight.

Bundy added to the storyline of the 4th book.
Wytchwhisper added also and someone i never met, but she died unfairly before i could meet such a wonderful person. Shan.

Riku looks to Chiming, “Was that Queen of the demonic empire?”
He asks, “She didn’t look like royalty, or any class higher.”
Riku makes excuses, as Chiming just shrugs and carves his stick spear,
As he talks, movement through the grasses, sneaking around their rear,
Shan sneaks through first, making ticking sound to give the others an alert,
Coming out of the tall grass, Wytch stands and adjusts her skirt,
Then Bundy moves, looking back at the guards near the gate,
She smiles at Shan her mother, seeing her not want to wait,
“Quickly now.” Shan lets the others through, hoping the guards don’t turn,
They travel down the road further, still showing some concern,
“Make it simple, we get in, take food, we get out, and quick too.”
Shan sets the plans, pointing at both, “I will not lose any of you.”
She relaxes a little, beginning to walk like she belongs in the towns,
As Bundy and Wytch look at each other, giving each frowns,
“Walk like her.” Bundy says, and points to Shans feet,
As they pass some other people walking, with a pleasure to greet,
Their clothes stolen, while they wear resistance black underneath,
With the intention of stealing food, and other values, being each a theif.