Releasing the Suffron

A tale of "the suff."

The Ancient One stared into the dark miasma, his black eyes seeing beyond the darkness, seeing into the many worlds that lay beyond Crann Na Beatha. As he breathed in, swirling clouds of darkness were pulled from the darkness and circled his head.

He watched as his little gift of chaos appeared in each world, releasing echoes of “Suff-”erring that resonated out like the spokes of a great wheel. This had worked better than he thought. What had started as a tiny experiment had blossomed into untold death and destruction, and the suffering was breathtaking for a being of chaos.

And it had all started with a little imp, like this.