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Janelle stood defiantly on the edge of her life. The wind was blowing hard on that cliff, and she teetered precariously on its rim. She peered over the edge into unrelenting darkness and a dense fog. Behind her was a desolate wasteland, a once lush country, now reduced to dried shrubs and dull grey sand. A contradictorily cold and cruel sun showed through the dark and fast moving clouds over head. In the center of that landscape stood a dead and eerie tree. Its limbs were twisted and white washed from the elements like bones, but yet it still stood, against all.
Janelle contemplated the choices, utter destruction, or utter uncertainty. The death of the land, or the infinity of the ravine. But then, at that moment, a small pin point of light appeared in the grey mist of the Endless Crevasse. It was a warm light, differing from the unfeeling rays of the Cold Sun. But as soon as she noticed it, the light was gone, taking its warmth with it. It gave her hope, she didn’t know what was at the bottom of the Endless Crevasse, no one did really, but it couldn’t be much worse than The Great Waste behind her.
Janelle remembered the day she was told the story about The Great Waste, which was the name of the land they lived in. Long ago the land used to be luxuriant and fertile, and many creatures roamed it in harmony, the food chain sustaining a natural order. And Man lived happily in this land and thrived, inventing things and developing knowledge.
But as their knowledge grew they became arrogant and began to abuse what was never theirs to begin with. They took and took and took from the land and never gave back. Some began to realize the land was suffering from the exploitation, and spoke out against the abusers. But they were ignored, and it was already too late.
The land had been used up and it was in the end stages of death. The Elements turned against Man, making life nearly imposable. Much of the knowledge was lost. Now only a few tribes lived in Chaya, for that was the land’s name before it was destroyed. Now it was called the Great Waste. 
She looked back again at the Waste, and to her terror, The Beast was standing next to the Bone Tree. Janelle almost fell off the Grand Cliff, and fell to he knees in the rocks and sand. She held her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming, and tears of complete horror filled her eyes. She thought she had escaped its massive jaws in the Dead Forest, confusing It amongst the shadows of the Bone Trees. But there It stood, in all is terrifying glory.
The Beast was a mixture of many different creatures. Its face was that of a Large Cat, two sets of horns pushed out of its scull, one set extending straight back and the other curling behind its ears like the Mountain Goat. Its ears were large and wolf like, able to hear for miles, but it had no eyes, the place where they should have been was covered in bandages. It had the body of the Hyena and was covered here and there with the same bandages as its eyes. Its massive paws were covered in equally massive and razor like claws.