Role

Chapter 1

In Evermoon Hollow, a little wood-elf boy named Erighan and a marionette
whirled through a room around a flickering candle.

I love how you dance.

"Why, thank you."

You don't understand. It really makes me happy.

"I know."

How do you know?

"Of course I know. You're pulling my strings after all."

Would you know if I'm sad?

"Yes. Because you don't pull my strings when you're sad."

So if I want to stay happy, I need to keep pulling your strings?

"I suppose so."

The door opened with a whoosh and the candle died. A guard's torch lit the
boy's face and revealed the marionette's smile. The guard had a man's voice.

"BOY."

The guard whispered but it boomed in the boy's ears.

"WE ALL ACHE FOR YOU. ALL THE GUARDS. JUSTICE WILL BE DONE. WE PROMISE. THE
WORLD ISN'T ALL LIKE THAT. YOU'LL SEE..."

The hall echoed with other footsteps and the guard stopped talking and left
the boy and the marionette and the dead candle in the dark.

I love how you dance.

"Why, thank you."