How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
V. Moodywoke up with scratches on my facea weird encounter with a strangerwhen he opened his eyesstares at you with my neurodivergent little face
“Please don’t do that. No, stop. Stop!”
The tip was hovering over the gem’s surface, a fraction of a millimetre away from touching it.
“We were worms, crawling on our bellies,” said Evand, his voice shaking. “They were the stars in the sky. We chose to serve them. Willingly. We gave them our secrets and taught them our magic, and they created a world of peace and prosperity. Do not listen to these beasts and monsters. None of them would even exist were it not for the elfs.”