August 28th, 2004


Is there some good place for D&D-related prose?

A child's world can be so small, but children don't need much. This elf child had two loving parents, the forests around her house, the sky, the moon, and the companionship of any friends to crawl into her mother's garden. Often she would bring them inside to learn their names.

"What's this one's name, Mama?" The girl would ask, holding forth the tiny creature she had caught in her hands.

"That's a caterpillar dear. One day it will wrap itself in a shell and it will begin changing into something beautiful, just like you will, sweetie." Her mother had smiled and tapped the girl on the nose, ushering her back outside to play.

On another day, the tiny girl found her mother weeding in the garden. "What is this one called, Mama?" In her tiny black hand the young elf girl held a small eight-legged creature she had plucked from its web.

Her mother gasped when she saw the creature and her violet eyes looked hard at her daughter. "That is a very bad thing, honey. You must never touch it or anything like it again, and tell mommy or daddy if you see it."

The young girl was surprised at her mother's reaction "But, he seems friendly enough, Ma-"

Her mother cut her off, "Never touch it! Never go near it, Ezranel. It has eight eyes to see you wherever you are and eight legs to grab you. Never, sweetie, promise me. Promise this to Mommy."
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