CHAPTER THRIY-TWO - I hate poor people
And now I was promptly lost. Hmmm. Who said I wanted to go back to the duke's estate anyway…. I whistled as I walked down the street. My feet were now smudged with all sorts of nasty things and throbbing quite badly, and my sprint had slowed to that of a leisurely walk. I was tired. My knuckles were white around my dress.
"Hmm, I wonder what I should do now. I've been here before, but it was always as a commoner, so someone knew me…" I muttered. Moreover, the streets were empty, so I was just talking to buildings at this point. A bit strange. I wonder where everyone went, or did that leader just scare the life out of them? Probably the latter. Then, suddenly, a shout erupted.
The high-pitched scream of a child. Any tiredness forgotten, I picked up my dress again and dashed towards the noise. "Hello?!" I yelled, and another voice echoed back. Yet another scream. Now my red dress was flapping in and waved behind me as I skidded to a stop. A child was desperately cowering from a large lizard thing under what looked like a cardboard box. The lizard thing opened its jaws wide.
"Hey. Who do you think you're growling at?" Came a voice from behind me.