Charlie's POV....
He sends me away, to find the room I'm supposedly "staying in". The castle was awake, the hallways echoed and groaned. I heard every little detail of my shoes clattering on the cold glassy floor. It was getting dark, and the moonlight was the only thing lighting the long corridors. I heard the strange noises from outside, and other than that it was silent. As we walked, I heard the manticore's shallow breaths as he lead me to my room.
"Get in," he growled, shoving me towards a tall, black door with a golden handle. I huffed at him and kicked his paw, and watched for a response. I watched as his pupils narrowed and stared straight through me. I quickly opened the heavy door and looked him eye to eye as it slowly slid shut. I then looked around the room to see that it was empty. Not a single bed, nothing. Not even a closet. The only thing interesting was a window with the view of the entire canyon. I sighed and walked over to it, leaning on the sill, looking over the dark kingdom. The view included a drought in the entryway of the canyon, a dark, thorn-filled forest, and a foggy swamp. I didn't even bother thinking about going there. I looked around for the cyclops, but strangely I couldn't find the huge beast.
I then noticed a bump under the rug. I stared at it, contemplating what it was. Hm...Ooh! Maybe aaaaaa secret ladder that leads to a weapon room! Aw, that'd be awesome! I ran over excitedly, hoping for a room, and lifted the rug just to be disappointed. It was a...frog.. I mean, I like frogs, but secret rooms are cooler. I picked it up and held it up to my face to get a better look. "Aye, will you put me down please mate!" He asked in an Australian accent. I accidentally dropped him on the rug. I observed his black plump body with red and green rings. "What— Who are you?" It asked. "Um..Charlie. My name is Charlie," I told him. "What's your name?" I asked back. He jumps on my foot, "Shirley. How'd you do?" I sit down and cross my legs. "..I'm good...I guess..Just casually being kidnapped by a cyclops and being thrown into a castle."
He gasped. "Are you who I think you are?" He asked. I shrugged, "I dunno, who do you think I am?"
"....the chosen one.."
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The Golden Creek
حركة (أكشن)Charlie has always had an active imagination. But waking up in a completely different realm can be a little concerning, don't you think? Well, not for this eight year old. Anywhere other than his home was amazing basically. It all started when he wa...
