QuestionsWe lived in a glass-ceiling-ed tomb for a decade or so,But we didn't even know it until now.Cement and glass formed our prison,But we didn't have the wordsTo describe the painAnd terrorAnd sufferingAnd scienceThat formed the walls.We didn't know they watched us.We didn't know we were prisoners.We didn't know that this wasn't normal.We didn't know that there could be an 'any other way' to end our story.We didn't know how wrong it really was.We didn't know.We still don't understandHow they stole our memories orHow it took everyone so longTo figure out what had happenedWe don't know how there could be so muchPainFearSufferingIn one placeWhile no one knew;Or cared?We don't know whyIt had to be us.
Changed!(1)Changed!A Forgotten Realms fanfictionBy Marsie S. SinclairIt could have been a good day, thought the assassin, glaring, quite annoyed at the shrieking creature crawling about on the floor, if his idiotic partner hadn’t been the curious idiot that he was.It all began quite innocently with a simple mission: just stealing some papers from a band of street thieves and bring them back to the mayor. Nothing difficult; no traps or guardian monsters, or so they had thought.But it did not go according to plan, of course. Well hidden in between scattered wood and decaying furniture there was a light blue sapphire-like stone as big as an egg and, to put it simple, Jarlaxle had to find out what it could be.And there disaster struck.Not even a second after touching the egg-thing, the dark elf disappeared in a flash of blinding light leaving behind only a pile of eye-catching clothes and jewels.At first, he had seriously thought that the magic trap had disintegrated the overly-curious