A melodic hum echoed through the
dark tunnels of the mines. Little hands gripped large unyielding
pickaxes and the rhythm of metal on stone joined the song.
“Deep in the darkness, the
jewels shine, vines of gold, oh, hi ho.”
“Oh, hi O-”
“She's here!” called a voice
and at once pickaxes were tossed aside. Feet pounded the
mountain terrain as they navigated their way to the bright entrance.
A sign hung outside the
mines, 'Dwarves at work.'
The woman kneeling, handing
out food to the littlest of people, didn't see them as Dwarves,
she saw them for what they truly were.
Children. Misbegotten and
enslaved.
And one day she would free them.
No matter the cost.
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Love this heroin version of snow white! I really missed reading your stories!
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