All Chapters of The Tale of Daemonica: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

   Daemonica's story was one that should be told whenever you crave great stories that can please or sadden you. The wonderful stories we all think about, before we breathe in to try to be brave and strong, whenever life forces us to make difficult decisions, that we know in advance will have far-reaching consequences. But as we all know, life still goes its own way and our struggles can end in many ways… Daemonica followed the path life offered her. She went to fight, or at least tried to, knowing it was the only way not to fall asleep in the dark rooms of her mind forever. She didn't want to spend her life in the kitchen, with quiet resistance and no chance of change, as some might wished her to. Imagine her as a girl who, even as a child, played with boys and successfully fought them off. Imagine how she fought the boss of the other party knowing s

   There was only deep silence and darkness all around, which you could perhaps touch if you wished. Only that if you really tried it, you would probably soon find out that the darkness had just begun to seep inconspicuously through, and that have somehow darkened yourself as well. This would certainly be the perfect moment to open your eyes, but ...Daemonica opened her eyes. All the sounds came back abruptly, but sadly so did the horrific scene at hand. She realized she was on her knees screaming. But her voice trailed off somewhat in the terrible cries of dying men all around. She understood, wide-eyed, that she was still in the middle of the swamps, and that she didn't dream of any of it at all.

She had always thought that before every important decision there was a moment that froze in time when it was clear to you that you were going to have to choose no matter how much you didn't want to. It is imperative for your will, by its decision, to push this moment back into the time where it belongs. Only then can the decision become the present, your own reality, the great Now, which can no longer be escaped. That was the kind of decision that hung over Daemonica's head now, and she felt it. Slowly, she began to accept what they were about to do. No... what they were trying to do.She realized that Sorcerer's power could be truly unprecedented. When she was a child, she had heard and read many stories of wizards who came from the Xix.

   She woke up. It was night again. The same moon shone high in the sky, the same stars flickering dispassionately above it. And yet everything

   She stood there for a while