Disclaimer: I do not own The Underland Chronicles, so if Ms./Mrs. Collins is reading this, she knows not to sue me. Not that Susanne Collins reads TUC and/or THG Fanfiction.
We may be slow, we may be peaceful, but that is no reason to ignore us. The war was between humans and rats. We snails were not involved in the war. Nowadays, it seems that the only way to gain value in the Underland is to be a warrior, solider, or leader. If you don't pick sides and help the war effort you fade away into the darkness. Like you were never there in the first place. The Underland has become such a war torn place that war is all powerful and power, not kindness means value.
A/N: I noticed that my stories have more visitors than my profile, kind of interesting, really. To tell you the truth, I'm getting kind of sick of drabbles/oneshots, so I'll probably write a real story to take a break of this one, if anyone is still reading and cares.
