Three years before Emily and the others had fed themselves to Sam the Alligator, there was another similar incident that would have consequences later on.

It was in a small town known as Brissel, that the Martin family - Haytham Martin, his wife Lucy, and their two daughters Cara and Cassandra had received permission to raise a Chinese alligator.

The creature had been altered by a group of scientists, without the Martins knowing - they had wanted

It had been a few months ago, that Kenzie Elena McGrath, Aunt of the late Cara and Cassie Martin, had sold Remy’s and Sam’s offspring to its new family.
On this day, Haytham Martin had come by for a visit, and Kenzie greeted him with a hug, pressing her big pair of D-cups against him. It seemed by chance, but as Haytham had been divorced by his - now ex wife - Lucy only weeks before, he wasn’t all to opposed to the gesture of affection by the 5’9”, 4

Part 1

Lucy McGrath, formerly known as Lucy Martin, stood at the window of her niece’s house and looked outside.
She had tried to wrap her head around the fact that her two daughters, Cara and Cassie, had fed themselves to the alligator, Remy. It wasn’t easy to understand for the 45-year old woman, and so she had thought about it since they had vanished into Remy’s massive gut.

Lucy was still very

Helen Bolton was a beautiful, 22-year-old Caucasian woman with long, wavy hair, and on her way to her friend Dawn Niven.

She was 5’5” tall, had green-eyes, a mole on her neck and a few on her right arm.

Normally she was rather thin, but at the moment she had quite the baby belly from being 5 months pregnant, as a surrogate for her friend Dawn.

Dawn and the late Emily had been cousins - paternal from the Dawn&r

“Ahhh…” Rowen sighed with contentment. He stretched his legs out on the grass, and leaned back against a familiar texture: hard, but limber. He looked forward, off the grassy hilltop and toward the sunset, disappearing behind the mountains and painting the whole sky red and orange and gold. He took in the silence of the evening, feeling the wind blow gently, and felt content, as if he could sit there for days or weeks or even longer.“This is a good one.” The voice rumbl

The party gathered outside of the dragon’s lair.
“Potions,” McSweeny said, leaning on his sword. His hair was the color of dying embers in the wan autumn sun. His voice was gruff, with a hint of the highland where he had grown up. Broad-shouldered and sturdy, the party listened when he spoke.
“Here,” Julep said, hoisting her bag. Inside, a vast collection of bottles clinked.
“Dragonbane arrows?”
“Here,” Otto called. He gestured to a section