"You… you can talk!"
She said, just as speechless as he was.
She had heard him speak earlier, but it had been so quiet she thought it was just her imagination.
Yet here he was, talking to her.
"You monster!" she cried, raising the rod in her hands higher.
"See, imagine a poor little boy,"
Everlearn suddenly said, making her freeze mid-swing.
"Brimming with life and energy, he walks without a care in this cold, brutal world, only to step on an iron bar and get himself trapped by a fearsome-looking giant standing five times his height."
"Then he gets thrown into a group of equally fearsome beasts who gnaw and growl at the poor little boy in the cage."
"Then he finds himself in the hands of a psycho giant who tries to impale him to death with a red-hot iron from a blacksmith's forge."
"Goriondor?" Greta muttered under her breath.
