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Her whimpers expanded, twisting and moulding with the gut-wrenching wails of the beast-like creature. Elika fell ... The blackness engulfing her. She snapped her head from side to side; her panic intensifying as the blackness all but disabled her sight. Tears slid recklessly from her eyes, swelling them as she plummeted down; an endless spiral, one much more thrilling than the one she had read about where Alice fell down the rabbit hole. One that would hold an utterly different ending.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

"The tale said you can fuck very well" The beast let out a low, throaty laugh, a sound that sent a thrill through me. "Is that so?" it rumbled, taking another step closer, its presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "And what makes you think that's true?" I bit my lip, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks as I met its gaze. "Well, the tales all said the same thing," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "That you're... well, that you're incredible."

"When I was a kid—" "She's lying!" Vivian screeched, cutting me off. "This is a painting of when Horace and I first met! "I drew this piece before, and Vivian saw it and thought it looked beautiful, so she asked me about the story behind it. I didn't expect that she'd plagiarize it completely! "How could someone like that be qualified to go to Paris?" Ah, she'd finally shown her true objective. Carl and I were the only ones who had gotten accepted to the Academy of Fine Arts, after all.

One of them is my own. Lola reads through a book of fairy tales she shows me a story about a woman that’s impregnated by a wolf. The story is written in a language I don’t recognize. I can only try to guess through the illustrations in the book what the story is about. All I can put together is that a woman gives birth to a baby that could shift into a monstrous, bloodthirsty beast. It slaughters entire villages on its own, insatiable for blood and carnage. “What does this mean, Nellie?” I ask.

I played my games carefully, slowly anticipating the moment, and now I have my laurel, Raymond. “You're a master in this game, Alana,” I mumbled, slowly drifting into wonderland.

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Such actions usually account for a number of unpleasant and even dangerous consequences. As you will see while this story progresses. So I look forward to seeing you again in the Supernatural Spa, dear reader. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night for now. Fare thee well...

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a