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{thought}
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Chapter 3 |Come Here, Little One|
In retrospect, he'd been careless. Sloshing around without a thought to might have been around to hear, down there in the dark. And someone had.
She was curious, the Little One. With no one but orcs, goblins, and her whining twin brother for company in this world-beneath-the-streets, she needed something different once in a while. Not that she minded tham, precisely, she just wanted a little something to entertain her, if only for a short while. She'd gotten good at slipping away unnoticed, but she'd never been able to gather up the courage to go above. She liked the dark – nothing was more beautiful, more comforting than the darkness' embrace. She'd seen the moon and stars plenty of times, through openings here and there. The prospect of something much brighter than a dim light, something that could take away her beloved darkness away from her, frightened her to no end. She stopped her aimless course, staring off into the darkness, lost in thought.
{What was that?} She knew no one had followed her, but she could have sworn she'd heard something. {Wait…there it is again!} Forward a little, then down a passageway to the left. Excited now, not thinking of possible dangers, she turned the corner…
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 3 |Come Here, Little One|
In retrospect, he'd been careless. Sloshing around without a thought to might have been around to hear, down there in the dark. And someone had.
She was curious, the Little One. With no one but orcs, goblins, and her whining twin brother for company in this world-beneath-the-streets, she needed something different once in a while. Not that she minded tham, precisely, she just wanted a little something to entertain her, if only for a short while. She'd gotten good at slipping away unnoticed, but she'd never been able to gather up the courage to go above. She liked the dark – nothing was more beautiful, more comforting than the darkness' embrace. She'd seen the moon and stars plenty of times, through openings here and there. The prospect of something much brighter than a dim light, something that could take away her beloved darkness away from her, frightened her to no end. She stopped her aimless course, staring off into the darkness, lost in thought.
{What was that?} She knew no one had followed her, but she could have sworn she'd heard something. {Wait…there it is again!} Forward a little, then down a passageway to the left. Excited now, not thinking of possible dangers, she turned the corner…