"It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act one way or another. That'd be silly. They're people. People who do things. Yes, that's the way to put it. People who *do* things."
-Ray Bradbury, The October Country
After running through the mountain pass, Nicole found herself facing a huge expanse of grey. It was dark and desolate. It was scary and absolutely everything she imagined what The Field of Ashes would be…except for the barrier of bloody red surrounding the place. She wondered what it was for, then decided she didn't want to know.
"Are you sure, Human?" the Harpy asked. "We can always turn back."
"Your world is falling apart because of me," she whispered. "Now, I must save it."
Dharlyx shuddered. "You know, technically, you've made it interesting. It's been quite boring without a Human."
