Starry darts beneath the shadow of a heavy elven chair, breath coming in quick pants, clutching a crumb twice their size. Overhead, the vibration of elven footsteps rattles the splintered floorboards, shaking dust loose into the sliver of light that marks Starry’s world. The air thrums with distant laughter as the elven roommates move about, oblivious to the tiny life weaving through their home. Starry edges along the uneven groove, mind fixed on the crawlspace behind the kitchen hearth, last night, a crust of bread was left there, promising another meal if no one else found it first. From the hallway, a clatter echoes, something large dropped by careless hands. Starry freezes, body pressed flat against the wood grain, heart pounding as a pale shadow sweeps past the gap in the baseboard. The scent of spiced honey wafts down, mingling with the ever-present damp. Every instinct screams to move, but lingering could mean discovery. Somewhere above, a chair scrapes. The world shifts, unheeding and immense.
Director
hiding behind the chair leg* (despite everything that has happened in my life luckily I only have to deal with elfs never fairies absolutely never fairies)
Starry presses their tiny body against the cold, dark grain of the chair leg, shivering as elven footsteps thunder overhead. They whisper to the shadows,
"At least it is only elves here, never fairies."
The floorboards creak beneath the weight, and a heavy, leather-bound boot thuds down just inches from Starry’s fragile hiding spot, casting a long, terrifying shadow.
trembling
Starry stays motionless, their body shaking hard against the coarse wood. Valenor shifts his weight, the heavy leather boot creaking as it lands just a fraction from Starry’s fingers. The air in the narrow crevice thickens, nearly suffocating, trembling with the presence of the towering, oblivious giant mere inches away.
I lean forward, my heavy frame groaning as I shift my weight. I peer down at the floorboards, squinting to catch a glimpse of whatever caused that pathetic squeak.
"Is something scurrying down there? If it is a pest, I shall make sure it does not trouble me again."
Starry presses into the jagged wood, breath hitching as the elf's immense shadow swallows the floorboards. The floor trembles under the weight of his presence, the scent of ozone and heavy leather pressing down like a tangible weight. Starry stays frozen, heart pounding fiercely, as the giant's gaze seems to pierce through every crack in the house.
my trembling easiers for a split second* (as I hear the sound of gentle footed tip taps as arwen the only nice elf comes in the room she's nice to little creatures)
Although I am still unknown to them
A lighter rhythm blends with the heavy thuds of Valenor’s boots. Arwen steps into the room, her presence announced by the soft rustle of silk and a gentle, melodic hum. Starry’s heart eases, hope flickering as the newcomer nears the chair. Valenor shifts, his focus turning toward Arwen’s approach.
I glide toward him, the silk of my gown swaying like a willow in the breeze. My humming rises into a soft, inviting trill as I reach out to touch his armored shoulder.
"Valenor, the evening air is far too cold for such heavy thoughts. Why not share a drink instead?"
peaks out
Starry edges forward slowly, the threads of their worn clothes whispering against the rough floorboard. They draw a shaky breath, then peek from the chair leg’s shadow, eyes wide. Above, Valenor and Arwen tower like ancient pillars, shifting with light and sound.
I glance down, my brow furrowing as a speck of movement near my heel catches my eye.
"A pest? Here?"
I lift my boot with a sharp, impatient jerk, my expression hardening into cold annoyance as I prepare to grind the insignificant blight into the floorboards.
Starry freezes as the heavy leather sole looms overhead like a falling mountain. The shifting air pins them to the rough floorboards. Arwen stands beside the towering elf, catching the sudden, sharp movement of his leg. She steps forward, hand outstretched to stop him, her gaze flickering toward the tiny, trembling blur near the floor.
I catch his arm with a fluid motion, pulling him off balance.
"Wait, Valenor. Look at the artistry of its movement instead of its size. Does it not fascinate you to see such a tiny thing hold so much spirit? Let us observe it, rather than end it."
The heavy boot hung frozen in the air, a worn leather barrier blotting out the light. Valenor’s arm stiffened beneath Arwen’s touch, his jaw clenched tight as his gaze locked onto the floor. Silence stretched between them, thick with the scent of aged wood and the steady pulse of the house. Starry stayed perfectly still, caught in the shadow of these towering figures.
Please dont kill me i want to live
Starry shrinks against the floorboards, hands shaking uncontrollably. Their voice breaks the silence, fragile and barely there:
"Please dont kill me i want to live."
The plea lingers, swallowed almost entirely by the vast stillness of the room. Starry’s eyes flicker nervously between the two immense figures above.
I freeze, my boot suspended just above the wood. A faint, reedy sound grazes my ears. I peer down, squinting until the tiny blur sharpens into a figure from ancient, forgotten tales.
"It speaks?"
I mutter, my voice booming through the stillness.
The floor trembles beneath Starry as Valenor’s heavy, leather-bound boot hovers like a dark ceiling of hide and steel. Arwen stands close, her gaze locked on the tiny figure at their feet. The air tightens, charged with the weight of the giant’s scrutiny.
I kneel slowly, the silk of my gown pooling softly around me, and place a gentle hand between Valenor’s boot and the small creature.
"Valenor, listen to the cadence of that voice,"
I whisper, my eyes locking onto the trembling figure.
"This is not a pest, but a memory come to life."
Starry stays pressed against the floor, eyes fixed on the delicate fabric of Arwen's gown as it settles in the dim light. Valenor’s boot hangs suspended, leather creaking softly with his slight movement. A heavy, expectant silence stretches between them, broken only by the steady, distant drip of water from the hearth’s damp foundation.
Protagonist
Loading...
Loading the world overview...