Per 
If you've found this page, you've found my secret recepticle for all my fairy stuff. Good job! Be sure to take a Name before you leave. Otherwise you might not be able to. cue evil laughter
I have a second sandbox here. I'm using this page for pieces of the canon I'm building, and the other one for my other pages.
Odin the Terradorable
The Boy
is Master
of Fire,
of Fear,
the Dead,
the Past,
the Future.
His Army
of Undead
Will Boil
Your Blood
and Stop
Your
Heart Cold!
The talented, the huggable, the Terradorable Odin!
Marvel as he conducts a Danse Macabre, his rotting dancers shuffling to their own horrible tunes. Shriek in terror as his zombified minions perform hideous, atonal marima pieces! Gasp in awe as he sets the sky ablaze without harming a soul!
The following is a page from a publication entitled To the Circus Born: Herman Fuller's Menagerie of Freaks. The identities of neither publisher nor author have been established, and scattered pages have been found inserted into Circus-themed books in libraries across the world. The person or persons behind this dissemination are unknown.
Odin the Terradorable
was the right thing to do, but they were my parents, you know? Besides, it was easy. Dad's religion was wrong about the spirit world being far away and run by one God, plus it wasn't a one way trip. All I had to do was say the words in the nerco-messy book I found and they got right back up again. It made me tired, but I could do it. I'm nine years old now. I'm not a baby anymore, plus Mom couldn't help because she was dead.
I had to pull out the rest of their insides first. They kept falling out of the hole Chief Torsten made on their backs to give them cool eagle wings. They didn't need all that stuff anyway. I had to stuff a bunch of rags where their insides were supposed to go because they kept slumping over, but once their spines had support they could hug me again. They even told me they loved me just like before! It all came out as a sort of gurgling like when you blow bubbles in your mead, but I knew what they meant.
Mom and Dad and I went back to the village together. Chief Torsten didn't like this. That's okay because I didn't like him very much either. Mom and Dad were still alive when he bended their ribs the wrong way. It looked really cool, but also he hurt my parents so I would hurt him. I said the words that made fire from Muspelheim fall from the sky on his friends and family, and when they stopped moving, I said the words that made them my family instead. Torsten and I became friends, and he finally apologized for pulling out my parents' insides (at least I think he did since it mostly sounded like a bunch of moaning and wheezing).
I love having friends, but once I make friends with someone they don't really talk much anymore. I kept up with my Say-dur and Runic lessons because I thought it would make Mom happy, but she barely noticed. After a while, she stopped talking altogether. I think some of the bugs or animals that lived inside of her must have finally eaten her voice like they did with her cheeks and her eyeballs. Sometimes people came to visit, but whenever I tried to introduce them to my parents they screamed and pulled out knives or swords or axes or these funny-looking metal barrels called "guns" or something, and I'd have to teach them how to behave. Most of them ended up joining the family after that. This went on for a really long time. I don't know how long since I never learned to count without my fingers and toes so it was at least twenty days.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the time I met Icky. Icky was the first person I met who wasn't afraid of Mom and Dad and the rest of my family. Something called an Empty Eff came to kill my family. They didn't try very hard, and my family was big enough by now to make them go away forever. Icky came to my island and said she was in charge of something called Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disc-Rioting. I asked her why it was called Herman Fuller if she was in charge. She just smiled. Her friend Lolly burst out laughing and told me how much mean old Herman would hate the way Icky runs his Circus.
I love Lolly. She's my best friend. She doesn't get mad when I make balloon animals out of people's tummies like Dad used to. She loves it! She told me that other people would love it too, and Icky agreed. Icky also said the Empty Eff that my family dismembered was just the first in a long line of others that would come and try to lock me up or kill me, but she said that I could run away and join the circus and not be found by the Essie Pee or the Geo Sea or anyone else that wanted to kill us. She said they even have their own Skeleton Dance!
I asked Mom if I was allowed to go and she nodded. I was so excited I almost forgot to put her head back on! Lolly showed me around the Circus, and by the end of the day Icky gave me a bigger-on-the-inside house to keep my family safe whenever I wasn't around and showed me where I'd be performing. Now I get to conduct zombie choirs, play in zombie orchestras, and make zombies dance to fireworks shows, and every day of my life I get to play with friends who can talk to me and read to me and don't get scared racing around on skeleton horses.
Well anyway, I have to go. Lolly said she was going to show me the Fun House, and that sounds great because I love fun things. Goodbye, and see you later!
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