Don't chase the rabbit
Send Me “Don’t Chase The Rabbit” And Your Muse Will Be Shown A Random Memory From My Muse’s Past.
((The premise of this is that he’s just been taken to Gaea’s cave, and the woman there was injured on her way taking him to safety))
The godling opened his eyes, awaking from his slumber. Several days had passed, and already he had grown to the size of a small child. His stomach rumbled. His mouth was parched.
Shakily sitting up in the cot, he tried for the second time to walk. Placing his bare feet on the stone floor below, he hoisted himself up, wobbling on his legs.
Godly instinct took over, and already he began to take small steps, little tongue sticking out as he concentrated. He just managed to make it far enough, before collapsing to his chubby little knees in front of the figure on the floor. One that had not stirred for his four days in the cave.
Frowning, the blond child thought long and hard until words came to him. Struggling, he managed to form a sentence that came out slightly garbled and sounding rather young.
“Wake up,” He whispered. Thinking a little harder, more words came. “Don’t be s’weeping. P’wease wake up.”
He stared with wide eyes, that slowly began to fill with tears. When he got no response, he began to cry a little harder, until the child curled into a ball on the floor, and wept.
Being alone was something he would soon get used to.
