A/N: Just a little taste of the FUTURE!
A small blue fraggle tiptoed out of her cave.
Through the Great Hall.
To the mouth of the tunnel that lead to the Gorg's garden.
The long red hair that covered her eyes made it practically impossible to see in the dark in the first place, but still she peered out into the unknown.
She was NOT allowed there.
She had no desire to risk leaving the rock, either.
It was just interesting.
Her dad had told her stories about what the Gorg's garden was like.
He never went there, oh no.
He never did anything that he forbid her to do.
He was afraid of the example he set because fraggles don't always live with their parents for too terribly long.
But he had been to the garden before, many times actually; each time more frightening than the last.
There was a big pile of trash there, he would tell her, and whenever you had a problem, all you had to do was go to it and ask for help.
It was a magic Trash Heap. It even talked. It knew everything.
But on a day long before she was alive, it had suddenly lost all sentience.
She wasn't sure that she believed the story, and she wanted to go out and see for herself.
But not tonight.
She had a problem. So she continued on her way, as quietly as she could.
She went past all her friends' caves, farther than most fraggles her age would dare go alone.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
After waiting a few moments, the child turned to go.
And the door opened, with a Greenish fraggle behind it.
His hair was everywhere and his nose was funny.
She stared at him, skeptically.
"Are you the peacemaker?"
He smiled, and stifled a laugh, nodding vigorously.
His smile was so contagious.
She wasn't allowed to go inside strangers' caves.
But somehow, he wasn't a stranger.
And as she went inside, explaining her problem, she began to understand why someone might make the dangerous journey to see the magical pile of trash.