Thazzers journal
"Hey you!" shouted a goblin in a blue police uniform.
The green hairy goblin picked up the small pixie by the wall who was writing in a note book. the pixie couldn't have been more then ten thousand years old ( ten in human years) and looked the same as every other pixie. Rattled rags called Clothes, sunglasses when out of the mines and gray goblin boots that had once been black.
"W-w-what?" the pixie stuttered.
"What's your name..." He said in a low evil voice. "T-T-Thazzer"
"Well, Thazzer, What the heck do you think you are doing"
The little pixie sighed and mumbled miserably "Nothing that really matters"
"THEN GET BACK TO WORK!" Thazzer walked off; the chains that bound him to the others clinking. He picked up a pick-ax and began blindly battering it against the wall. All the time thinking of the freedom he never had.
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'You are probably wondering who I am... Well, I'm Thazzer, Prisoner of the dragons.
I and every other hostage from the dragon wars is here working in the diamond mine... But I'm not really a hostage from war, I was born and raised in these mines.
My family is dead and I am all alone. My only hope is for someone to rescue me. But we all know that will never happen. It is getting harder and harder to believe they will come for us. No body even remembers us, probably. They must think us all dead... The reason I am writing this and your reading it is because I want to be remembered. Not die in this mine and no one know I ever existed! Someday I will be free from he-'
"Hey you!" shouted a goblin in a blue police uniform.
The green hairy goblin picked up the small pixie by the wall who was writing in a note book. the pixie couldn't have been more then ten thousand years old ( ten in human years) and looked the same as every other pixie. Rattled rags called Clothes, sunglasses when out of the mines and gray goblin boots that had once been black.
"W-w-what?" the pixie stuttered.
"What's your name..." He said in a low evil voice. "T-T-Thazzer"
"Well, Thazzer, What the heck do you think you are doing"
The little pixie sighed and mumbled miserably "Nothing that really matters"
"THEN GET BACK TO WORK!" Thazzer walked off; the chains that bound him to the others clinking. He picked up a pick-ax and began blindly battering it against the wall. All the time thinking of the freedom he never had.
NOTE: I will only update this story when I get 10 reviews. (AND ONLY AFTER TEN REVIEWS!) So please review or wait longer.