“I fell astray”
What she just said, surprised her. But who could blame her? She was shock to have heard a voice other than hers and---oh god. Oh god. She look back to the direction of the voice and saw a dog. And not just an ordinary dog, a black dog, it was a talking dog. And she can't believe that. First a portal, a transforming stick, the skull--and now a talking dog. Great. Is she dying? Because if she is, this is not the right time to do so.
"Who's that?"
Holy god. Her existence (her life basically) is threatened. So she did what an anti-dog person would do. She tackled the dog, grabbed it forcedly, and what it seems like a little hole in the other side, she hide there, which luckily is a hole that her body perfectly fits. "Whatever you are, shut your mouth or we die." She said.
"No, you only do, let go---"
"No, shh.." She said shushing the poor dog, and she's not even a dog hater, she loves dogs (just a clarification). "Who are you?" The voice asked again.
Clydeth could only close her eyes, she could sweat forming in her forehead. She just remembered, her dress is white, and she had cared less if she had mess the perfect pure white color. All she cared now is breathing. Which she can't possibly do properly at the moment. "Who are you talking to?" Another voice chimed in.
'Oh great, two people. Great. Just great.' She thought to herself as she tightened her hold towards the black dog, which only moved against her hold. But good thing she was holding its mouth the reason that the dog cannot make any sound, or was he just simply kind to her? Whatever the reason, she was glad she was not found. Or them.
"Someone...there's someone here." Clydeth hold her breath. "I heard a voice earlier, its coming from there." They were probably pointing at the direction she was previously in that made her tremble more. She had to bite her lower lip to hold out her gasps, because the longer she's eavesdropping them, and the longer they are conversing with each other, the nervous she gets. And that is not a good feeling.
"But, isn't that the direction of the dungeon?" Her eyes went wide. 'Dungeon? Dungeon?' Her mind repeated the two words, by the sudden, her grip slowly become loose but not enough for the dog to escape. Clydeth cannot believe that, that place she was in minutes ago was dungeon! Like, sure, there was skulls, but never bones (oh god) and others. What kind of dungeon is...oh my god, she's not feeling well. She's dizzy. "And who do you think will be from that dungeon to here? Never heard of that." The voice laughs at the other. "Good luck, you're just hungry. Now come on, let's drink." One set of footsteps was heard, before another joined in.
"Sure, but let's eat first. I'm really hungry."
"Haha, come now."
It took a few minutes to finally not hear the footsteps of the two voices she just heard, again they. They heard. This time, her grip becomes very loose until the dog had finally escaped her hold. She expect that it'll tell or shout or scream for help from those two voices somewhere but it didn't. And she was glad it didn't do anything that could harm her, because of all she had heard, she feels so weak to even walk or stand or sit properly. She just feels so weak to move.
"T-then.." The dog started. She look up to it, waiting to finish its sentence. She still couldn't believe that a dog, could actually talk. Like, holy giant of beanstalk. "You were from the black room of the n-north?" It stutters. She actually do not know that, that dungeon had a name, a fancy name even. This is why you should never judge a book by its cover, but in this case, never judge a place by its fancy name because it might be a dungeon for all they know. Either way, she just nodded.
"Oh."
"You know," she gulped. "Dogs aren't supposed to talk." She said.
"Some yes, some do. Don't you know that?"
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Fables and Folklores
Short Story"Would you believe if I say I was a queen from an another kingdom you've never heard off?" Lucia ask as she stared right at the girl's eyes. "Yes," she breathe.
