Mortal Gods: The Story of Us

Near Flumphtrapper

" I ran through the tunnels, five hook horrors hot on my trail, huge monsters with hooks for hands and demented Bird faces. I ran left, I ran right but they followed, determined to make me their dinner. I took a wrong turn in trying to lose them and ended up at a dead end after crossing a natural thin stone bridge. I was trapped. They were charging down upon me, and as a last resort I threw my bag of marbles at the lead one. It caught his claw, marbles spilled everywhere and he tripped! He crashed down , breaking a huge section off the narrow bridge, he plummeted down into the darkness, and so did all his friends, since they were too stupid to stop in time. Finally I ju-," I stopped my story as a loud horn blew, startling the children gathered around me. Their parents looked down at me disapproving, not believing a word of my tale. Their kids however, were completely enthralled by my story and urged me to tell them how it ends. Adults could be so close minded. These kids believed in the magic in the world. It makes me sad to think one day they would be just like their parents, unable to believe anything unless it was right in front of them. That was the magic of Kender. We never grow up. Not at heart at least. Growing up like humans, elves and dwarves was something no Kender would ever want. By this time, the parents were rounding up their children to take them to the communal meeting place, giving me stern looks and shaking their heads like I was poisoning their offspring with my stories. I ignored them, getting off the cold stone and stretching. All they were doing was ruining the story for themselves. I got up and grabbed my pack that I carried around (In case my story sessions ever needed props) and run to the meeting place, determined not to miss anything exciting.