When woodland paradise Teriana is overrun, new armies converge and besiege the Alsantian occupiers. Berangere's reuniting with her people is more bitter than sweet, as her friends are ordered to lead the Ephremian columns. Kiera must enlist the aid of a former enemy to betray her lifelong trust, and so prove herself worthy of her princess. As dark decisions mount, so the shadow grows, and The Stranger returns to Alsantia.

A tale of urban fantasy, high fantasy, parallel worlds, and talking animals that flips the script on the Chronicles of Narnia.

Book Four of The Chronicles of Alsantia.

When woodland paradise Teriana is overrun, new armies converge and besiege the Alsantian occupiers. Berangere's reuniting with her people is more bitter than sweet, as her friends are ordered to lead the Ephremian columns. Kiera must enlist the aid of a former enemy to betray her lifelong trust, and so prove herself worthy of her princess. As dark decisions mount, so the shadow grows, and The Stranger returns to Alsantia.

A tale of urban fantasy, high fantasy, parallel worlds, and talking animals that flips the script on the Chronicles of Narnia.

At the end of season 3, we know that Hopper died and Eleven and the Byers family moved to other city. Do you think that that was the end? Well, your wrong, the demorgorgon is back and more trubles are coming for the lives of the caracters. And, in Russia, a new threat has begining.

Hope you like this fanfic that is basicly a season 4!

Story by: @EmaStrangeverdale

A story about a girl (Christina) who comes from a spiritual family.Her mom ceases being her spiritual host when she is very young thus meaning she has to survive on her own. But things aren't like the way they seem... she finds another person.. a complete stranger who is willing to take up that responsibility.. How will things turn out? Will the stranger manage to protect and fight for her? Will Christine find the answers to her questions?... 

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In a dark forest, is a child running through the brush of leaves and low hanging branches. As they run through puddles of water and mud, they keep looking back. They're being chased by something big and fast.
The child stumbles onto a old wooden cabin in the middle of the forest. The abandoned cabin seems like a perfect hiding spot from whatever is chasing after them. 
Quickly the child heads into the cabin after giving the door a good push to open. Afterwards the child closes the door and looks around the room for something to place against the door as a barrier. They notice an old dinning room table by the corner of the room, and decide to use that.
With a couple drags and afterwards two good pushes, the child places the table right against the door.  They soon run off into the kitchen and grab an old rusty knife hanging above the counter.
With the blade in their hands, they guard their eyes at the barricaded door, armed and ready to face the monster lurking outside. 

"What the hell did you do to Frank", an officer screams at the stranger.  The stranger remains silent while his hands are raised in the air. "Can someone please check on Frank for Christ's sake", the officer announces in a panicked voice.
"Check for what! He's clearly not breathing. He's just a corpse or whatever you want to call that thing laying on the ground", another officer yells out as a response.
You can feel the uneasiness in the room as everyone around keeps looking at each other for some sort of answer. Nobody seems to have the nerve or better yet courage to at least deal with the corpse on the floor, because of the fear stirring in their hearts.
Then again, it was really the fear of catching whatever Frank had and meeting their maker too.
Mike soon takes charge of the situation and tells everyone, "lower your guns". 
"What! Are you insane", Tim exclaims to Mike as he tightens his grip on his gun. "Clearly this situation isn't one any person here has ever dealt with, so maybe this whole Mexican standoff isn't making the whole thing any better. Plus do you really want to risk being the next victim of a man with a literal death touch on him", Mike says to Tim. 
Afterwards Mike places his hand on Tim's gun pointed at the stranger.  He lowers the weapon down, looking at Mike and telling him, "easy now". Everyone one else starts to put their guns down and backs off real slow.
"Okay now, let's all take a deep breath and figure this whole mess out one step at a time", Mike tells everyone. 
The stranger clears his throat, and announces to everyone, "yes let's figure this shit out".
He starts to tidy himself up by pulling his shirt from it's bottom so that it sits well on his body.
"I'm not going to waste anyone's time, so let me cut straight to the chase.
You may call me by whatever title you'd feel fits me. Death, Stranger, Devil, Black Abyss, Collector or Harvester.  But really all you should know is, I'm here to search through all the apples in this town's basket and pick out the bad ones from the bunch", the stranger says to crowd of officers.
"Wait. Bad apples, what do you mean", one the officers asks the stranger. The stranger sighs heavily and exclaims, "in your little town here lives the bad hiding amongst the good. The bad hasn't really brought up any good for your little town obviously. So it's my job to take care of the bad".
The stranger looks at the corpse lying on the ground. "Your friend here had a little more to his character, and a very disturbing past.
Your boy here had a record of sexual cannibalism in the previous town he previously lived in
Soon after Frank here slept with a girl he just met, he'd soon after indulge on her very flesh as an after snack. And of course to keep a record of all his meals, he'd get a tattoo referring to his latest meal or victim", the stranger says all of this.
Everyone in the room stands there shocked and completely disgusted. 
"Of course none of you knew about your locals little eating habits, hence your faces", the stranger says. 
"And how do you happen to know such information. How do we know you're not making this shit up, or better yet were likely involved in this sickening act", Tim asks the stranger.
"Let's just say I have a wide knowledge for these sort of things.  Now for the meat of the matter, no pun intended. 
My arrival here has clearly upset the natural order of things around here.  But it's only going to get a whole lot worse, because I'm yet to deal with the other eleven of the twelve bad apples in this town.
They will soon meet judgment for their hidden original sins", the stranger exclaims.
"Sins", Mike exclaims as a question. "Yes Officer James. Your sins have led you to your demise", the stranger replies. "So who are these people", Mike asks the stranger.
The stranger laughs and says to him, "now where's the fun in that. You'll know soon enough after they meet their fates".
"It could be anyone in this room. Possibly everyone in this entire town. But I'm only here for the twelve",  the stranger announces to the room.
"This is bullshit", Tim yells as he pulls out his gun and points it back to the stranger. Before Mike can do anything about it, Tim pulls the trigger.
The sound of the gun echoes in the room, and everyone ducks down.  When the smoke clears, the stranger is still standing without any evidence of a gun shot wound.
He looks Tim straight in the eye and exclaims, "that's definitely going to cost you later on".
In a blink of an eye, the stranger disappears with the wind, leaving everyone there lost and completely perplexed.
Later that night the entire town holds a meeting in the Town hall.
"He was as white as a canvas!? I find that hard to believe"; one of the locals exclaims. "I seen it with my own two eyes. We all seen it", Tim responds.
Another local gets up and says, "you know what this means. We have a devil in our town and we need to cast him out". 
"We don't even know where he is, so how can we cast him out"; Tim exclaims.  Mike rubs his head and breathes out heavily.
His daughter walks up to him, and tugs his hand. "Is the bad guy coming to punish us for our sins. Is he here to take you away from us",  she asks Mike. 
"No my sweetie. Daddy is here to stay", he tells her.  Mike looks at the Pastor and asks him, "you wouldn't happen to have any clue about what exactly this is all about".
"Uhm. This is really beyond my knowledge", the Pastor exclaims. "Well then we're screwed", another local exclaims. "But how can one person know our hidden sins. And do we really have such things in this quiet town", a lady asks the room.
"Frank apparently had a hidden sin. A really disgusting one I might add.  Point being, people are beyond what meets the eye in this town.  We all knew Frank was one for starting up fights but not for cannibalism"; Tim exclaims.
The room falls to whispers, as everyone starts to question the whole situation.
"We could run away for safety. I mean he can't pick us out if we're not here", the town butcher suggests. "But wouldn't that just mean we have something to hide if we're running away", Tim exclaims.
"Tim is right. Running away won't solve anything. This stranger definitely isn't human, so who's to say he wouldn't find us wherever we run off to. 
The best play is to stick together, and protect each other. And the only way that's going to happen is by us being honest with each other and telling everyone of any hidden sins we might have lurking in the dark", Mike tells the entire room.
The room falls silent.
One of the old locals says, "why must we risk our own lives for the guilty. If death is to follow for their sins, let it follow".
Everyone in the room seems to agree with the lady by their loud chattering.
"Everyone is guilty of something. If this man is out here picking out people by their sins, we're all guilty of something. But we should always remember that there's no rating or scale of what makes a sin bigger or worse than another", Mike says to everyone.
"A sin is a sin right Pastor", Mike says while looking at the Pastor.  The Pastor nods yes in response.
"And how exactly are you going to protect us from this stranger. It seems damn well impossible", the butcher exclaims.  You leave that to me and the Sherrif's department to handle that okay",  Mike tells the man.
"You seem to be the most worried one here Ernest. You got something to hide, like charging extra on people's beef", Tim asks the butcher. "You're just speculating things that aren't there. I'm just looking out for my family as a father should"; Ernest says.
"Is that so", a voice from the back exclaims. 
Everyone's attention turns to the voice, and the stranger walks out of the shadows to greet them all.
"And who are you", Ernest asks the stranger in an annoyed voice.  The policemen in the room soon recognise the man, and quickly go to grab their guns.
The stranger chuckles and looks at the butcher saying, "I'm just the young girl whose heart you took a long time ago. Time to return the favour old man".
As soon as he says that, the stranger pulls a heart from behind him. The heart beats in his hand with fresh blood still dripping from it.  Everyone in the room falls silent in shock, but Ernest's eyes grow wide as he grabs his chest where his heart is supposed to be.
That's his heart in the stranger's hand.
Ernest falls to ground, failing to breathe.  His wife quickly rushes over to his side, while Ernest fights for his life.  His two sons stand back, watching their father die in front of their eyes. Everyone else in the room just stands and watches this whole thing happen.
After a few huffs and puffs,  Ernest gives his last breath and slowly rests his head on the ground, and shuts his eyes.
The stranger with the heart still is his hand, drops it to the ground and smiles afterwards.

A quiet peaceful town is soon thrown into disarray at the arrival of a mysterious figure, bringing a promise of 12 people dying at the cost of their sins.

At last they came to the watering place. Among the many people was a lovely Princess. Her malady was that she saw things too clearly, which can be most upsetting. For instance, she immediately saw that the newcomer was a very different sort of person from all the others.

"He has come here to make his beard grow, they say. But I see the real reason. He can't cast a shadow."

Her curiosity was aroused, and on the promenade she addressed this stranger directly. Being a king's daughter, she did not have to stand upon ceremony, so she said to him straight:

"Your trouble is that you can't cast a shadow."

"Your Royal Highness must have improved considerably," the shadow replied. "I know your malady is that you see too clearly, but you are improving. As it happens, I do have a most unusual shadow. Don't you see that figure who always accompanies me? Other people have a common shadow, but I do not care for what is common to all. Just as we often allow our servants better fabrics for their liveries than we wear ourselves, so I have had my shadow decked out as a man. Why, you see I have even outfitted him with a shadow of his own. It is expensive, I grant you, but I like to have something uncommon."

"My!" the Princess thought. "Can I really be cured? This is the foremost watering place in the world, and in these days water has come to have wonderful medicinal powers. But I shan't leave just as the place is becoming amusing. I have taken a liking to this stranger. I only hope his beard won't grow, for then he would leave us."

That evening, the Princess and the shadow danced together in the great ballroom. She was light, but he was lighter still. Never had she danced with such a partner. She told him what country she came from, and he knew it well. He had been there, but it was during her absence. He had looked through every window, high or low. He had seen this and he had seen that. So he could answer the Princess and suggest things that astounded her. She was convinced that he must be the wisest man in all the world. His knowledge impressed her so deeply, that while they were dancing she fell in love with him. The shadow could tell, for her eyes transfixed him, through and through. They danced again, and she came very near telling him she loved him, but it wouldn't do to be rash. She had to think of her country, and her throne, and the many people over whom she would reign.

"He is a clever man," she said to herself, "and that is a good thing. He dances charmingly, and that is good too. But is his knowledge more than superficial? That's just as important, so I must examine him."

Tactfully, she began asking him the most difficult questions, which she herself could not have answered. The shadow made a wry face.

"You can't answer me?" said the Princess.

"I knew all that in my childhood," said the shadow. "Why, I believe that my shadow over there by the door can answer you."

"Your shadow!" said the Princess. "That would be remarkable indeed!"

"I can't say for certain," said the shadow, "but I'm inclined to think so, because he has followed me about and listened to me for so many years. Yes, I am inclined to believe so. But your Royal Highness must permit me to tell you that he is quite proud of being able to pass for a man, so if he is to be in the right frame of mind to answer your questions he must be treated just as if he were human."

"I like that!" said the Princess.

So she went to the scholar in the doorway, and spoke with him about the sun and the moon, and about people, what they are inside, and what they seem to be on the surface. He answered her wisely and well.

"What a man that must be, to have such a wise shadow!" she thought. "It will be a godsend to my people, and to my country if I choose him for my consort. That's just what I'll do!"

The narrow street of high houses where he lived, 

There's a young and clever scholar it felt as if he were sitting in a blazing hot oven - and toaster. It exhausted him so that he became with his soul.

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