A small note before you read further: This post combines today’s and yesterday’s work, because there was something that needed to be revealed in one go.
*The Narrator*
We have fled, and flown well,
Not dwindling towards the end,
But now I feel I must tell,
The price we are about to spend.
The passage we have left,
Had familiar scratches,
From the time when it was cleft,
This mother knows whose claws it matches.
*The Grieving Goblin*
My mite! My mite!
My dearest little mite!
These marks are surely his, I know!
Hasten. Hasten!
Towards our captured children,
We must help those young ones!
*The Narrator*
We must remain cautious,
These marks match his claws, and yet,
The size there makes me nauseous,
How large he’s grown, how large he’ll get.
How has this young goblin child grown so quickly? Is the Narrator withholding further information? What price will we have to pay for joining this journey?
SmallSmilingPrincess 
Ooh I am reading backward and wondering where I have come from. I cannot wait to find out!
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I’m going to update the page on my blog with both full chapters very soon, so you can read it all in one place 🙂
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That would be awesome. Like an epic?
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That’s the kind of thing I was going for. A poetic story. It gives me the opportunity to practice within parameters I can control 🙂
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A good way to become a true wordsmith!
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