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The pups huddled closely together as they followed the strange girl they met in the alley, not feeling at all comfortable – especially given their past experiences meeting people in alleyways. Still, the girl was also a pup, and she seemed to understand their position better than any of the adults they’d met. She and the little boy led them into what could only be described as an underground maze catacomb of tunnels running beneath the town.

What is this place?” Riley whispered anxiously.

It’s the old sewers. The girl replied, as if this was perfectly normal. The city put in a new system a few years ago, and this was left behind.”

The sewers?” Paisley repeated. “Eewww!”

“It’s not so bad.” The girl answered with a shrug, they haven’t been used in ages. It doesn’t smell great, but no one ever comes down here either.”

What’s your name?” Parker asked, looking around at the dark, dank walls surrounding them.

I’m Sophie.” The girl tossèd a smile over her shoulder, then gestured to the boy at her side. “And this is Bailey. We’ve been on our own for a long time now.”

You don’t have parents?” Parker questioned.

No one down here has parents.” Sophie scoffed.

There are other peoples down here? Ryder asked in wonderment.

Sure!” Sophie exclaimed, “there’s lots of orphans here, and eventually everyone needs a safe place to |go when the orphanage or foster homes get too bad.”

This, is safe?” Riley muttered under her breath.

“Safer than with grown ups.” Sophie quipped, “We have a warm place to sleep, and there’s almost always some kinda food around.”

“But aren’t there like, rats and things?” Ryder inquires, gazing around with wide eyes as if he expects to see some coming around the corner ahead of them.

“Sometimes.” Sophie confirmed, sounding entirely unbothered by the face.

“But what about school and ‘tivities?” Riley asked, “don’t you miss having a bed to sleeps in? An’ someone to take care of you?

I never had any of those things.” Sophie frowns, most of us didn’t. Besides, Fabian takes care of us.”

Fabian?” Parker wondered

oldest one

us. He knows all the ins and outs of the city, and all the tricks of the trade. So we kinda made

What trade?” Ryder questioned.

pocketing, cons of all kinds.”

talking bout stealing?” Paisley asked, recognizing some of these words from films and

what you like, but it’s

stealing’s wrong.” Paisley

If we don’t steal, we don’t eat.” She explained. “You’ll see soon enough, nothing here

your parents?” Riley

when things got too

as unemotionally as if she was talking about

amazed that even one person could live this way, let alone

dozens of us working

pup, so he

sound like just another orphan, but now it seemed like he was their boss. That idea didn’t sit well with the clever pups, who had never thought

home.” Parker

find a way to make ends meet

meet?” Paisley

elaborated. If you want to survive you have to learn to priortize, take

are the most ‘portant

young faces with more understanding than the pups could

see them again, you have to

of the children had an uneasy feeling churning in their bellies. They didn’t like the sound of this arrangement, though none

what’s first?” Riley

Fabian.” Sophie explained. Then, you get

from the northern port or mountain villages, Eric was struggling to keep his face free of emotion when Anita walked into his father’s throne room. It hadn’t been easy to get close to the King

son out, and even then he hadn’t made the task easy. Eric had been forced to kneel before the King and denounce Ethan and Jane, stating that everything that

Still, in the years they’d been apart, Aimon’s oldest son had been killed in battle, leaving him without an heir. Other than Eric, he had only daughters, and they’d all been married off

a trial period to prove his loyalty once more,

budding trust he’d been working to cultivate between them slip away before his very eyes. He knew he was in trouble the moment Anita opened her mouth. When she entered, she immediately protracted herself

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