Alone.
Darkness. I fell down that stupid hole and now I'm in darkness. I can't even see my own hand and it is right in front of my face.
Scratch.
What the hell is that?!
Scratch.
Oh my god, I'm going to die down here.I'n gonig to die! I don't want to die!
As tears started to spring to my eyes a sudden bright light hit me like a thousand crystals reflecting from the sun. I squinted my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the light that assaulted me. Finally my eyes got used to the brightness of this once dark room. As I glanced around I noticed and very large and sturdy oak table and chair placed at the centre of the large room that I was now in. The floor showed a chess board set up with black and white squares perfectly symetrical to each other. I cautiously stepped into this strange room hoping to God that nothing would jump out on me. The feeling of fear still placed at the bottom of my stomach and what felt like small butterflys that would try to escape if I open my mouth covered my throat and clouded all of my senses. My small black heels clicked across the hard marble floor as I warily walked over to the table. As I got closer I noticed that it held a very small, yet full, bottle of liquid. This bottle was a dark brown colour and did not look very appetizing. The label that was attached to it held no writing and no pictures. Confusion swept across my being as I tried to figure out what this tiny bottle held. Then out of nowhere a small brown mouse climbed up the table leg and sat in front of me. Its big black eyes staring straight into my icy blue ones.
"Hello little mouse." I said to it, feeling extremely foolish for doing so. I stared at it, as it stared back and I wondered what might be going through it's small mind right at that moment. Out of nowhere there was another glow of light and I was momentarily blinded. When my eyes had re-adjusted again, I looked back at the table only to find a very small boy looking at me curiously. I glanced around the room to see if there was any other people around but found no one. When I finally turned my attention back to the boy I had noticed that he had moved. He was now standing up beside the table and holding the tiny vile of whatever liquid it held.
"Hello little one." I said to him trying to get him to talk to me before he would disappear again. I knew that if I turned my attention elsewhere he would most likely vanish into thin air. He glanced around the large room and turned his gaze back to me. His eyes traveling up and down my body as if he was buying a piece of funiture. He came to about my shoulder but could only be about the age of a small ten year old boy. When his eyes found mine again they gleamed and I suddenly felt very self conscious. His nose turned up slightly as he sniffed the air around us and after a while I realised that he was smelling me. Out of nowhere his head whipped around, and I mean all the way around, to look behind him. I saw a very tall shadow protruding from the wall. The small boy came closer to me and whispered into my ear.
"Quickly miss, my master is coming and if you don't want to be his dinner tonight, or find yourself stuck in his chamber you will drink this vile of liquid before he arrives." He told me in his childlike voice which was also very ruff. I looked at him with shock as I thought about drinking that repulsive looking drink. He shoved it into my hands and motioned for me to drink. I started to panic as I heard heavy footsteps that echoed around the nearly empty room. I looked back down toward the bottle and lifted it towards my nose to smell it. The smell was the most digusting thing I had every smelt before. It was like smelling rotten fruit with the smell of sewage mixed into it. I looked at the boy and tried to tell him that I would not drink this unpleasant mixture when I heard him.
"MOUSE! I KNOW YOU HAVE THE GIRL! BRING HER TO ME! NOW!" He shouted in his very deep and gruff voice. Chills ran down my back and the fear that had piled in my stomach tried to reach my throat again. I swallowed down the thick lump that now sat in my throat as I drank down the fowl smelling liquid. It tastes like sour milk and rotten eggs. I coughed and tried to vomit it back up but my body kept it back down. I felt it move through my body and convulsed at the pain it brought. I looked around the room for the little boy that had made me drink this drink to only find his mouse form. I looked at it with a pleading expression but fell into darkness quickly.
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When I awoke I could hardly remember a thing. I looked around thinking that I would find my large purple bedroom with my king size bed and my mac computer, but all I got was that chess board room. The crazy thing is that everything was bigger. The table and chair was around about the size of a house. Crazy huh? I looked to my right and saw the little mouse, but I was his size now. His large mousey brown eyes penetrated mine as I searched for answers. Out of nowhere there was a loud bang and the floor moved. It felt like an earthquake was shattering the world around me, threatening everything to fall upon me and envelope me in darkness.
In the corner of the room I noticed a small doorway, the mouse seemed to notice my curiosity and grabbed my clothes with his teeth. I was appalled, as his teeth were a disgusting yellow colour and his breath smelt absolutely gastly. I held my breath for the amount of time that it took us to travel across the chess board floor. The black and white colours of the floor mingled with each other as my breath was becoming minimal, I knew that I had to breath, but voted against it. I did not want to get even one whiff of that horrible smell that was coming from the tiny mouse. After a while we reached the little rounded door. It's colour was a russet brown with carvings or tiny wolves on it, there were also a lot of symbols in another language. I searched through my mind for any language that it might be, seeing as I am very fluent in mostly everything, but came up with nothing.
"What are these?" I asked the mouse who was searching behind us. His large head wipped around to look at me curiously again looking up and down my form. I was digusted that even in his mouse self he still had such a perverted mind. How old was he? Really? I trailed my hand along the carvings, tracings the outlines of the wolves mouths and eyes. As my hand traveled it reached the handle which was pure oak with hints of golden specks inside of the wood. I inspected it as I turned it slightly. The door suddenly swung open as soon as the giants footsteps sounded in the room.
"There you are you mangey rodent. Oh, I see you have the stupid poxy girl with you. Why the hell is she so small? How am I suppose to greet her at that size?" He said in his deep and raspy voice. This voice had a hint of warning but also some suggestiveness in it. I did not stay long enough to figure out what he meant by 'How am i suppose to greet her at that size?' I jumped through the small wooden door into the woods on the other side only to be overcome in darkness. Again.