the flower 4 ( That thing by the place )

The burrow squirrel, Fabraut, emerged from the small hole hidden near the base of the rocky mountain -- just below the murderous demons. Now clear, he stood up on his back legs and began to shake off, dust and debris billowed from his fur coat and floated to the ground.

Turning and facing the mountain, Fabraut squinted, gazing upward and over the pooling demons, to the top. "Damn that weed," he mumbled to himself.

Fabraut didn't mind the burrow tunnels under the demons, the air was a bit nasty and thick from the reek of evil, but easy and safe enough to travel. The rest of the journey would be a bit more complicated than scurrying around in some dark tunnels. Turning from his view of the high peak, the squirrel started moving away from the rocky mountain towards the land of the humans, located north on the far side of Herisdorlan, a huge black lake crammed between the massive Gozlyre peaks.

As Fabraut ran across the countryside, he considered what needed to be done before entering the humans’ domain. The thought of just walking amongst them gave him chills. A bit of anxiety tingled his stomach. He despised the humans and their harsh ways -- always eager to kill each other over metal and power. But the flower was right, they both needed the humans to intervene to stop the bloody war back on the mountain. Trying to hire or convince the humans to help had failed miserably in the past. Fabraut knew he could not fail this time -- the sick demons were winning.

The only hope for destroying the monsters on the mountain was to defeat the ancient dark magic embedded deep from within, below the lovely flower.

"Damn weed," Fabraut mumbled one last time as he picked up the pace and vanished over the horizon.