Twisted Fate

No one was there when he entered her quiet room. The unlocked door was his opportunity–and there goes the little boy, sneaky like the fox, entering Primarosa’s room and gently closing the door behind him.

As he neared where the bed was, he noticed that his friend was still asleep. The little boy tried to call her, but she did not move. The second time he tried to wake her up, she only made a little commotion and did not even open her eyes. The little boy gave up and proceeded to scour some books on the table, grabbed one, and practiced his reading silently.

“Rhodopa.” He whispered the title of the little book he fancied. While flipping every page, the little boy was immediately interested, especially in those painted illustrations and ornately scribed words.