The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.The six of them, though, - Eallric, Artin (who was badly bruised), Noelle, Gauwilh, a still numb Riyen and Sir. Oswic squeezed themselves together in the cave to induce warmth that heated up their organs for the cave was glacial, barely daring to breath.The tyronimic prowled round the cave whose darkness shielded them with obscurity

Silence fell upon the members of the Chamber of Duties that included the blue-eyed baldie, the expectant mother, the brown haired man whose nose extended like an hand fan - keeping his brown moustache in obscurity, Eallric Hancey of the Police Department, Wene Noelle from Ciburrh, Artin Dane - the leader of the Unity Board, Riyen Gosbald; the grand daughter of an ex leader of the board, Seignor Godbald, Gauwilh Chames - an endorsed attorney of the Eventide Shore Law Firm, spiteful Troef’ny Uthane and other random members who had nothing peculiar.Cwena Engow was quiet, too.They all waited with hearts racing and brains receptive to chaos from a creature they knew not. Sir. Oswic - with a bleeding leg that had spread a warm, red liquid that covered more than half the entire ground, stood at the front of them all - a few metres, waiting for a howl or a three headed beast to jump into the alley. But, nothing.

The next couple of days were chaotic and anarchic in all the provinces of Wabrook - the most shammed being Ingfalls, closely followed by Ledale.Tyronimics of different sizes and varying grades of calamity roamed the streets, running into buildings and causing them to crumble. Duchess Route, College Passage and Vermilion avenue; all in Ingfalls, were the most affected for they were the most populated places which attracted more tyronimics than others.Schools - public and private, great and small, were either demolished to powder by the tyronimics or were shut down for the fear of their students getting bruised, or killed, on their way to school. Shops and malls closed, too. The daring ones among them, though, stuck to the curfew the minister of Ingfalls, Travote Psukil, had placed.Federal Banks closed, too. Privately owned and managed banks, though, had its workers sneaking in to work - going through their re

A young girl of seventeen with flaxen hair that lightened up and radiated with the evening sun that casted a vintage-like filter all around from the black tarred asphalts to the ever-noisy CD shop that was directly converse to their home, ushered Eallric, Brione and Gerey in.She had a Cherry Red and Emerald Green Evening gown that hugged her shoulder and embraced her petite frame down to her waist before enlarging and flourishing like an umbrella. She looked like a tall and beautiful Christmas elf as the colours of her frock sparkled and her well groomed mannerisms made her astonishing. It was Cwena.As they stepped into the neat compound that smelled of the wet, chocolaty soil with a little flava of homemade honey, Trosheare came out; bubbly, full of life, with her blonde hair that gleamed and appeared more glorious than Cwena's, and with bright red blushed on her fleshy cheeks.“Eallric? Brione?” She s

As Eallric knocked on the iron gate that had a couple of black, gleaming tridents separated from each other by few inches at its top - to forestall petty burglars that might want to climb over the gate and into the institute's vicinity, the husky gate let out a soft cry like a hawk's chirrup from afar, and opened a little, giving way for Eallric to go in whilst slightly revealing a polished ground that had a dull white hue and about fifty metres from it, one of the two buildings of the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute.Eallric cautiously stepped through the gates and into its vicinity. It was empty - at least, from the outside. The two buildings which were about the same size, both with a creamy hue - elegantly modelled, thoroughly ornamented and about three storeys each with cloud-blue spiky decors cutting up their edge from up to down, stood side by side from the other like two celebrities that had worked their way to stardom, meeting each other