The Floor and the Ceiling

One by one, little forms began to emerge from the hive and gather in a large circle. They had the same basic form as the wizards, but were dressed in loincloths and each held a long sharp spear. Some of the creatures had painted faces that made them look particularly scary.

They gathered together to associate and establish their existence, chattering in a fast paced language that was formed as it was spoken. The first thing they collectively agreed upon was that they were starving. Appetite became the chief purpose of the new species and developed into their religion in a matter of minutes. So they filtered out of the space between the floor and the ceiling through heat vents and piping and came into the apartments of the other wizards. When they saw the large hulking masses sleeping, they all cheered, smacked their lips and shouted "food!"

The tiny new race went on to eat Tanker and Grundy before they had the chance to defend themselves. The two wizards never came to realize the power of their combined magic, but the little killers that they spawned did agree that the wizards Tanker and Grundy were most tasty. They were very skilled killers, and in the days to come, their numbers became many. They bred much faster than the wizards, so their population quickly grew. All the while living off of wizards trapped in bad leases, fearful to use magic against the little devils. Before the wizard population went extinct, they gave a name to these little flesh-devouring nuisances. They called them Cana-Bals, after the two sources of magic that had spawned them. So, to this day the Cana-Bals roam the earth, known to each other as "men" in their gibbering language. With the supply of wizards all but gone, food sources were established elsewhere, but the race of little creatures have never given up their self-made deity of appetite.

~The End~