Hi there! I'm glad you joined me for yet another story set in Wakfu universe. This time we'll be exploring the backstory of Anrika, the Eniripsa which we met in my previous story The Tale of White and Black. I hope you enjoy it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Wakfu.
Chapter 1: Gorgonize
"Gorgonize (v.) - to have a paralyzing or mesmerizing effect on someone"
A buzz. Neither quiet, as it was easily caught, nor loud, as people could still other sounds. Just... a buzz. Several heads turned in the direction it was coming from and shook their heads, the all-knowing smiles finding their ways to their faces. Some children pointed their tiny fingers at the source, eyes wide in surprise. Others chuckled under their breaths as the buzz travelled through the village.
The buzz was getting closer now. The door was pushed open and the small tornado of energy rushed into the house. It didn't pay attention to the shouts from the living room, telling it to slow down and mind its manners. The buzz zoomed up the stairs and straight into the room at the end of the corridor.
"It hatched!" the buzz exclaimed cheerfully. "I went to see how it's doing this morning and it was shattered. At first, I thought some animal has found my hiding place and ate it. But then I noticed the small prints on the ground. I followed them to the corner and then I saw it. Look!"
A small hand extended and revealed a tiny piwi chick looking around groggily. It had yellow feathers and large blue eyes. Equally large amber ones were staring right at the small animal sitting on the palms.
"It's so cute!" the brown-coloured eyes sparkled. "What do you think I should call him? I was thinking about Mr Puffy because he's so soft" the small hand petted the piwi gently. There was a silence, followed by the gasp of realization. "What if it's a girl?!"
A light chuckle from the other occupant of the room made the amber eyes look up.
"Lively as ever, my little buzz" the elderly woman shook her head in amazement. She stood up from her armchair and fluttered her green wings to approach her guest. She raised her wrinkled hand and patted the girl on the head.
"But it's important, grandma" she replied with puffed cheeks. "What if I keep calling it Mr Puffy and it turns out it is a girl? This would be so embarrassing!"
The elderly Eniripsa laughed again and flew back to her armchair. She sat down and patted her lap. The girl squeed in joy and quickly moved forward, making herself comfortable. The little piwi in her hand yawned and burrowed itself between the fingers.
"It doesn't matter how you call it, as long as you love it, little buzz" grandma said looking lovingly at her granddaughter. "I love you the same, no matter if I call you "little buzz" or Anrika"
The young Eniripsa snuggled closer under the woman's arm and hummed happily. She eyed the sleeping Piwi and pondered. Her mind was filled with different names she could call her new friend. She just couldn't decide. She let out a sigh and her grandma chuckled.
"Did you know Master Joris used to have a pet flea?" the woman asked in an intriguing tone. Anrika's eyes shot up to her, little stars visible.
"Really?!" she called out, scrambling to look her grandma in the eyes. "What was it like? Was it a girl or a boy? Did he love it? Wait, that's a stupid question. Of course, he loved it. Did he-" she blurred out but was quieted down by the wrinkled finger on her lips.
"Hush now, little buzz. Or I won't tell you anything" the woman threatened but smiled at the girl's enthusiasm.
Out of all stories, those involving Master Joris were Anrika's favourite. She didn't know was it because of the thread of mystery around the famed Bontarian Master, or maybe his character. Nevertheless, the young Eniripsa seemed to absorb every word from the stories.
Sometimes it seemed as if she had a little child-like crush on the small master, which amused the old woman. Most of her drawings presented Master Joris performing heroic actions, like saving the town from the Ogrest's Chaos, defending the poor and fighting the evil. Once, even, the woman found a drawing stuffed deep inside the pillow of the small girl. It was a simple drawing, only two people holding hands. One was Master Joris and the other seemed to be a small Eniripsa with blond hair, brown eyes and green wings. There was a big red heart connecting the two. The old woman laughed to herself as she looked at the drawing. What was the most amusing was Anrika's reaction when she noticed her grandma looking at the drawing. She rushed to her and grabbed for the paper, her chubby cheeks flushed red. The elderly Eniripsa had to promise to never tell Anrika's parents about the drawing.
Sitting in her armchair, she chuckled as she remembered the events. It was two years ago, Anrika being seven now. And still, it looked like her interest with Master Joris never faded. Sometimes she kept on nagging the old woman until she told her another story. Some stories were real, but most of them were imagined, created on-spot. Luckily, the elderly Eniripsa had an amazing memory, so when the girl asked to hear the particular story again, she could repeat it without a problem.
"Grandma?" Anrika's voice brought the woman back to reality. The girl tilted her head in confusion. "Something's wrong?"
"No, everything's fine, little buzz" the woman patted her granddaughter's head gently. "Now, what was I talking about?"
"You were talking about Master Joris' pet flea" the young girl reminded.
"Ah yes, now I remember" the old Eniripsa smiled gently and made herself comfortable in the armchair. "Fleeflee"
"That was its name?" Anrika asked anxiously.
"Yes, now hush" grandma silenced the girl and started speaking.
It was in the year 395, many hundreds of years ago, long before Ogrest claimed the Primordial Dofus and the era of Ogrest's Chaos begun. Master Joris, known as Jojo at the time, was living a happy childhood in the city of Astrub. His adoptive father, Kerubim Crepin, owned a shop called "Kerub's Bazaar", which was on the ground floor of their house.
As the shop was pretty popular, Kerubim was busy for the most part of the day, leaving Jojo on his own. Not much different from other children of his age, Jojo was bored with no one to play with. He tried to get his adoptive father to join him but the old Ecaflip was too caught up with his clients he didn't pay attention to the young Jojo.
"Poor Master Joris..." Anrika whispered but covered her mouth soon after, looking apologetically at her grandma. The elderly Eniripsa smiled a little and resumed.
One day, when Kerubim was particularly busy at his shop, Jojo sneaked out of the house. He wandered the streets of Astrub, pranking the shopkeepers and other citizens. He played for hours, never before feeling so happy in his short life.
It wasn't until the sunset, Jojo noticed he wandered to the unknown part of town. With horror, he realized he no more knew where he was, and which way was home. As if to worsen his situation, the sky darkened with clouds and the heavy rain started to pour down on the cobbled streets. The five-year-old Jojo tried his best to remember the way to the Bazaar but to no avail. Desperate, he tried calling out to the people on the street but they were all rushing to their homes and didn't pay attention to the lost child. Broken, he meandered down the street, his drenched clothes hanging on his tired body. He somehow found himself in one of the backstreets, hiding between old crates. He was trembling and he could feel the fever starting up. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears. The happiness burst like a soap bubble, the feeling of loneliness overtaking him.
Suddenly, there was a noise to his left. Jojo tensed, not knowing what was the source. For a few restless moments, nothing happened, and Jojo thought he must have misheard something. And then, at the corner of his vision, he saw something. The shape was small and it looked somehow like an upside-down bowl with six legs attached to it. Jojo was staring in silent horror at the shape, not daring to move or speak. The creature moved forward but a sudden flash of lightning scared it and it bolted towards Jojo, burying itself in his cape. Only then, he was able to determine the species to which the creature belonged.
"It's just a flea" Jojo whispered with a sigh of relief, as the terrified animal trembled under his arm. He moved his other hand and gently stroked it. "Are you scared?" he asked quietly, to which the flea nodded energetically. Another thunder roared from above and the creature tensed before tucking itself deeper under the cloak. "Hey, it's alright. Nothing to be afraid of" Jojo soothed, his hand stroking the flea's head. He kept on talking and soon the creature seemed to calm down.
Few hours later, Kerubim found the two, sleeping soundly between the crates. His anger at Jojo leaving the Bazaar without notice melted at the sight of his adoptive son safe and sound. He gently picked him up, careful not to disturb his sleep. The flea's eyes fluttered open and it stared groggily at the old Ecaflip.
"Don't worry, I'm taking you home" he said quietly. The flea yawned and went back to sleep, huddled between Jojo's arms.
From this day, the flea, named Fleeflee by Jojo, became the member of their small family. Jojo had now a play companion for the times Kerubim was busy at the shop. The elderly Ecaflip, on the other hand, tried to spend less time at work and more taking care of his son. He was his greatest treasure, after all.
The old Eniripsa finished the story and smiled, looking down at her granddaughter. The girl's amber eyes were larger than usual, staring at her grandma in amazement.
"Woah..." was the only thing she managed to say. The elderly woman chuckled and stroked the girl's hair. She was to say something when the door opened and a younger woman walked into the room.
"That's enough, Anrika. Don't bother grandma any longer" she said with a smile.
"Am not!" the girl pouted before her eyes sparkled. "Did you know that Master Joris had a pet flea?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Did he?" the younger woman replied. "You can tell me all about it later. Now go and wash your hands before dinner"
"Yey, dinner!" Anrika cheered and picked up the small Piwi which she laid on the pillow when listening to the story. "Can I get some seeds for Mr Puffy too?"
"I think there are some in the cupboard in the kitchen. Ask Papa to find them for you" the woman suggested and barely managed to move away as the girl rushed out and flew down the stairs. She shook her head and approached the elderly Eniripsa to help her stand up. "So... Master Joris had a pet flea, huh?"
"Indeed he had" the grandma replied with a smile. "Not all stories I tell are imaginary"
"I still believe she should spend more time with other children, rather than listening to those stories," the young woman said. The older woman chuckled as they made their way downstairs.
"Like you were any better, darling" she laughed silently. "Don't think I didn't notice you sneaking storybooks to school"
"I was seven!" the woman argued with a blush.
"So is your daughter and my granddaughter" the elderly Eniripsa replied with a smile. "Don't worry, she will get over it soon"
"If you say so..." the other woman replied as she followed her mother into the dining room. Her lips curved up at the sight of Anrika feeding the small Piwi, while enthusiastically retelling the story of Master Joris' pet to her husband. Oh well, she's just a seven-year-old, she thought as she took her place by the table.
The door to the house opened abruptly, pushed with a great force. The occupants winced as the wooden frame hit the opposite wall.
"What's the meaning of this?!" the younger of the two women shouted as her daughter sped up the stairs. There was another crash as the door to her bedroom closed.
The three sitting in the living room exchanged quizzical looks. The lone man seemed to ponder about something before shooting his head and going back to his book. The younger woman sighed at her husband's behaviour. Whenever he was met with a troubling situation, he preferred to step out and leave it for her and her mother.
Speaking of whom, the older Eniripsa stood up and moved towards the stairs, her green wings fluttering softly.
"Mom?" she questioned. The old woman turned her head and smiled gently.
"I'll see to it" she offered. The younger woman wanted to oppose but remembering her daughter's last tantrum she decided otherwise. She had no desire to deal with it today.
With a small nod, she agreed to her mother's offer. She eyed the old Eniripsa as she slowly flew upstairs and heard her wrinkled hand knock on the door.
"Little buzz, may I come in?" the elderly woman asked. When no answer came in, she gently pushed the door open and let herself in. A quick scan of the room helped her locate the small girl huddled behind the bed. She took notice of the green-coloured circular glasses laying by the opposite wall as if thrown away with anger. Humming with realization, she lowered herself to reach for the frames.
She approached her granddaughter. Mr Puffy was sitting nearby, its eyes saddened by its master's despair. She patted it gently as she sat on the bedside, facing the girl.
"Do you want to tell me, what happened?" the elderly Eniripsa questioning, deciding on hearing the story from the girl herself. There were a sniffle and a shake of the head. "Does it have anything to do with these?" she tried again, motioning to the glasses.
The amber eyes gazed at the object and the blond ponytails jumped as the head moved up and down. There were a few moments of silence between the two Eniripsas.
"I hate them" the girl finally said, eyeing the green frames. "They're disgusting. Everyone at school makes fun of me"
"Hm... I thought you don't care about how other people see you" grandma replied with a small smirk. The girl hesitated.
"I don't but..." she stopped mid-sentence. The elderly Eniripsa chuckled to which the girl puffed her cheeks in childish anger.
The wrinkled hand grabbed for the chin, thinking about something. She smiled mischievously at the girl.
"Did you know Master Joris was also laughed at?" she asked. The amber eyes shot up in surprise.
"What do you mean?" Anrika asked. "Why?"
"Because of his looks, of course," grandma replied as if it was obvious. She grinned as the girl scrambled up from her hiding place and made herself comfortable on the bed beside her. Storytime, the old Eniripsa thought to herself.
It happened when Master Joris was barely ten years old. Along with his adoptive father, Kerubim Crepin, and his pet flea, Fleeflee, he moved to Bonta. He had no friends apart from Fleeflee, so he felt lonely and unhappy. He tried his best to become friends with other children but they were reluctant. Was it because he was new to the city, or because of his strange appearance, he just couldn't befriend anyone. The kids either ran away from him or laughed and called him names. Jojo was so upset he spent less and less time outside the shop, preferring the safety of his own room.
Of course, Kerubim was troubled by his son's behaviour. Jojo was, after all, a very energetic and optimistic child. It wasn't like him to be so depressed. He did everything he could to encourage Jojo to make friends but to no avail.
Two weeks after they moved to Bonta, Jojo was still spending his time alone with Fleeflee in the isolation of his room. Kerubim was beginning to wonder whether leaving Astrub was such a good idea. He was upset by Jojo's depression but couldn't do anything to cheer him up.
One day, while doing shopping on the market, he unexpectedly bumped into his old rival, Indie Delagrandaventure. They were both surprised by the meeting. Somehow, they found themselves in a bar, drinking Bonta Root Beer and talking about their current life. Without even noticing, Kerubim complained to Indie about Jojo's depression. He talked about the boy's attempts to make friends, all failed because of his appearance. Although being Kerubim's rival, Indie felt sorry for little Jojo. Wanting to make up with the Ecaflip, he suggested a solution. His own adoptive daughter, a young Ouginak named Lilotte, had a similar problem to Jojo's. After some arrangements, they decided to give the two a chance.
The first meeting didn't go as planned, however. Lilotte first got scared of Jojo's appearance and then started to make fun of him, joking he fell into the oil barrel when he was young. Angered, Jojo insulted Lilotte's dress, claiming she looked like a beggar and the colour itself made her look like a rotten orange. It went on and on for minutes, the two exchanging insults and quarrelling about every little thing. Kerubim and Indie wanted to intervene but the children were too caught up they didn't even pay attention to the adults.
It seemed as the idea was the lost cause. Suddenly, Jojo started running at an enormous speed, circling around Lilotte. Both Indie and Kerubim were surprised, not knowing why he did so. They deduced probably Lilotte said something about his speed and he tried to prove her wrong. Whatever it was, the next moments changed everything.
The young Ouginak's eyes tried to follow the hooded boy but he was too fast. Dizzy, she fell to her but, head spinning. Jojo stopped and looked at the Ouginak in confusion. The girl shook her head to get rid of dizziness and managed to look at Jojo. Both Kerubim and Indie held their breaths, not knowing what will happen. Neither anticipated the reaction that escaped Lilotte.
"That was amazing! How can you do that?!" she shouted in amazement, her eyes sparkling. Taken aback by the response, Jojo just stared down at the sitting Ouginak. "Were you always able to run that fast? Can you do anything else? I never saw anyone so fast!"
Lilotte kept on babbling, jumping around the hooded boy. Before he even managed to react, she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him outside, saying something about testing his skills on the more adapted space. Kerubim and Indie let out the breaths of relief. They looked at each other and smiled. It seemed the idea wasn't that bad after all.
"Like father, like son" Indie commented to which Kerubim huffed.
"Oh please, Jojo is far better-behaved than Lilotte" he replied. "She was the one starting the quarrel"
"But she also ended it" the Ouginak argued.
"Only because Jojo made her shut up" the Ecaflip replied. They looked at each other for a moment with furrowed brows. Suddenly, Indie grinned and hang his shoulder around Kerubim's neck.
"What do you say about another round of Bonta Root Beer?" he asked with a smile.
"With pleasure, my friend" the Ecaflip replied with a smirk. "But only if you're paying"
"In your dreams, BowMeow" the Ouginak answered and they both laughed.
"That was the start of the friendship between little Jojo and Lilotte" grandma finished the story with a smile. "Both of them learned something that day. Do you know what that was?"
The girl smiled back and nodded.
"Jojo learned you can't be afraid to make friends" she replied happily. "And Lilotte..." she eyed the green glasses in the old Eniripsa's hand. "... she learned that you can't judge anyone by how they look"
"Exactly" the grandma nodded and patted the young girl on the head. "Does that make you feel any better?"
"Yes, thank you, grandma!" Anrika hugged the elderly woman and put the glasses on her nose. "I won't pay attention to the jokes anymore"
"Good, good" the old Eniripsa agreed and stood up. "I'm going to help your mother with dinner now. Get changed and join us when you're ready"
"Okay~" the girl replied cheerfully and flew up to her closet. Grandma smiled and left the room, moving towards the kitchen.
A good story can banish any nightmare, she thought as she entered the kitchen.
Another thunder shook the house. The young Eniripsa trembled under the blanket, eyes clenched in fear. The rain pounded on the window and bolts of lightning flashed over the trees. With another booming noise, the startled girl yelped and rushed out of the room. She sped into the bedroom at the end of the corridor and launched herself into the sleeping person.
"Oh my!" the elderly Eniripsa let out a startled cry as the small girl bumped into her.
Thunder roared outside the window and Anrika buried herself deeper in the embrace. Grandma smiled and stroked the blonde gently. She knew her granddaughter got easily scared, so she knew how to handle the situation.
"You know, it was during the storm like this Master Joris and Ogrest fought over the two Primordial Dofus" she started, noticing the girl shifting slightly. The amber eyes were still watery but the old Eniripsa could see a hint of curiosity. She waited a moment for the girl to get comfortable before she started yet another story.
It happened in the year 789. At that time, Master Joris was already known under the name of the Master of Bonta, serving the Royalty as an emissary for centuries. Throughout the years, as his immortality became more evident, he began distancing himself from others more and more. He talked less about himself. Even now, very little is known about Master Joris, apart from being immortal and possessing impressive speed and skills. He still lived in his Shushu-possessed house, along with his now-adopted-sons, Kerubim and Atcham.
Deep in the basement, unbeknown to his sons, the two Primordial Dofus were hidden, in the constant care of their guardian. To this point, nobody knows how Ogrest learned of their whereabouts, as Master Joris never spoke about them, and anyone knowing the secret was long gone.
"What about Atcham and Kerubim?" Anrika intercepted. "Didn't they know about the Dofus?"
"They once did but they were reborn a few times already" the older woman explained. "And each time they were reborn, their memories of previous life disappeared"
"It must have been hard for Master Joris," the young Eniripsa said with sadness. "To see your loved ones die and be reborn again and again, with no recollection of anything that already happened"
"Yes, that is also the reason why he was so distanced and closed" grandma nodded her head in agreement. "Now," she poked the girl's nose playfully. "Let's resume the story"
It was late afternoon. That day, Master Joris had less work than usual and managed to come back home earlier. He was relaxing in his favourite armchair, with a cup of hot tea and a book. His sons were elsewhere in town, tending to their own business. Given the last few days were rather hard on the small master, he was more than happy to be on his own.
The rain was pounding on the windowsills. He could hear the branches of the trees tapping on the glass as the wind moved around them. Oh, how glad he was to be sitting in the warmness of his home rather than outside. With a quiet hum, he reached out for his cup and sipped his tea.
Just as he was putting down the cup, there was a startling noise coming from downstairs. Master Joris frowned and closed his book, laying it on the nearby table. Carefully, he moved towards the door and listened. His brows furrowed as he heard more noises from the shop. It sounded as if someone was turning the whole place upside down. He quietly reached the stairs, unsure of who he might run across.
He slipped downstairs and stopped in shock at the sight before him. The shop was a mess. The shelves were knocked over, the items spread haphazardly all over the floor. The entrance to the house was a gaping hole as if someone forced their way inside. And there, in the corner of the room, shuffling through a pile of Kerub's collectables, was the largest ogre he had ever seen.
"What's the meaning of this?" Master Joris called out, trying not to sound scared. Although living for almost four decades, he had never met such a terrifying monster.
The ogre ceased its work and turned around, facing the intruder. Master Joris froze as he recognised it. Ogrest, an ogre created by accident in Master Otomai's laboratory.
At the beginning of its life, the creature was a small harmless green-coloured child, even acting like one. Everything changed one year ago. Driven by unknown motives, Ogrest began his journey through the World of Twelve searching for the Six Primordial Dofus. As he collected them, his appearance and strength changed, adapting to the power he possessed. As far as Master Joris was concerned, he managed to track down and gather four of them. Which left only two...
The master of Bonta gulped as he remembered the Dragon Eggs residing at the back of his basement. The thought of Ogrest obtaining all six ancient artefacts sent a chill down his spine. He couldn't let that happen, no matter the cost.
"The Dofus" the ogre's voice was guttural and penetrating. Joris clenched his fists in an attempt to stop the involuntary shaking.
"You won't get them" he replied in a tight voice.
Ogrest starred at him for a moment before repeating the demand. Again, Master Joris declined. When he did so for the third time, Ogrest snapped.
Before he had any time to react, the ogre charged at him, its head whooping into his abdomen. He flew back, his back smashing into the opposite wall. The pain erupted in his body, his vision fogging. He stumbled up, one hand leaning on the wall while the other rested on his abdomen. The wheezing that was coming out when he breathed didn't sound good. He hoped his broken ribs didn't punctuate his lungs.
He dodged the next attack by pure accident. When he let go of the wall, his knees crumpled and he fell down. Moments later, Ogrest's fist flew over his head and buried itself in the wall he was leaning on. He scrambled away, hiding behind one of the fallen shelves. He tried to calm his breathing as he heard the monster trashing around the room. He sighed silently, giving thanks to Jiva for Ogrest's oblivescence.
After a few minutes, his breathing was still sharp but at least he didn't feel the burning in his chest. Just as he was readying himself for facing his opponent again, he noticed something. Silence. He couldn't hear anything, not a sound was coming out from the shop. He peeked out from behind the shelf and tensed. Ogrest was gone. His eyes darted around the room until he spotted a large hole in the floor. He cursed under his breath, realising where did it lead to. The basement. And the Dofus.
Not wanting to lose any more of precious time, he moved swiftly towards the hidden door to the cellar. His steps were slower than he wished them to but his body refused to move any faster. He tried calling out to Luis but the Shushu didn't answer. Cursing again he approached the door and opened them. He spotted the intruder almost immediately.
"You're not wanted here" he called out. Ogrest stopped his search and turned around.
"Where the Dofus?" he demanded, approaching the small master in three large steps. He was now towering over the much shorter figure. "Where?!" he roared.
"They are not yours to have" Joris stated, his eyes already scanning the surrounding for an escape route. He had no doubt the ogre will attack again.
As predicted, the monster roared again and charged. This time, however, the small master managed to sidestep right in time. Ogrest collided with the wall behind and fell down, dizzied by the blow. Joris took advantage of the situation and ran further into the basement. He was passing row after row, moving deeper into the maze of shelves, chests and crates.
He stopped dead in his tracks, as he recognized the area. He stared right into the medium-sized chest he stood before.
Moments after he realized his mistake, pain erupted in his head. He fell forward, a large hand pushing his face into the wooden planks of the floor. He tried to escape but the hold was firm and strong. Ogrest raised him up and slammed his body down, time after time.
After what felt like hours, his limp body was lifted and positioned in front of the ogre's face. Barely conscious, Joris fought to keep his eyes open. He stared at the monster with blank eyes.
"The Dofus" Ogrest repeated.
"They don't... belong... to you..." the master of Bonta uttered. The wheezing returned, his fear of punctuated lungs growing stronger.
In a rush of anger, the ogre threw the small body forward. Joris felt a sharp bolt of pain as his back met with the chest. The trunk toppled over. The two Dragon Eggs rolled out and stopped beneath Ogrest's feet. The creature looked down and laughed, reaching out for the artefacts.
Just before losing consciousness, Joris remembered the ominous glow as the ogre held up the Dofus and swallowed them down.
It was only minutes later the two Ecaflips came back home and noticed the damage. They found Master Joris passed out in the basement with the empty chest fallen over next to him. The best Eniripsa was called upon almost immediately, carefully tending to the injured master. It was two hours later the wounds were treated and Joris was left to rest.
When he woke up the next day, it was to the new era. The era of Ogrest's Chaos.
Amber eyes stared right into the elderly Eniripsa. The rain outside eased to only gentle tapping on the windowsills.
"Was Master Joris okay?" Anrika asked fearfully.
"He had to rest for two weeks to be back to full strength" grandma replied and stroked the girl's head. "But he's a resilient one, so he managed"
"And the Dofus?" the young blonde inquired. "Did he get them back?"
"He did" the old Eniripsa nodded. "But that's a story for another time. I believe it's the right time you go to bed"
Anrika yawned in response and grandma chuckled. She led the sleepy girl back to her own bedroom and tucked her in.
"Sweet dreams, little buzz" she planted a small kiss on her granddaughter's forehead. A girl closed her eyes and turned, falling asleep quite fast. The elderly woman smiled and retreated to her own room, leaving the girl to her own dreamland.
Phew, we've reached the end of the first chapter. I'm not planning this story to be long. It's more like a spin-off for the original story, exploring one of the characters. I believe it would be around 10 chapters long, maybe less. I don't know about the length of the chapters, however. It depends on how much would I like to write about the specific event ;)
Oh well, that's enough from me today. Please, leave a review on how do you like the story so far. Cheers!