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Aorrien looked out from the side of the wall, seeing if any patrols were near by before he dashed across the hard cavern floor, with his secret treasure gripped tightly in his scaled hands. He zipped down the labyrinth of corridors and into the dark abyss of his clan’s mines. He quickly slowed himself to a gentle pace, his steps creating a faint echo around him and if they were any louder, he would definitely be caught. As the sound of foreign steps grew closer, the small kobold clung to the sides of the pickaxe-carved tunnels and held his breath in hopes to shrink and disappear.
Soon, the steps faded and he slithered down the cavern once more, his red free hands tracing the walls in order to find his hiding spot, the one place he could call his own in the clan’s shared quarters. He didn’t mind sharing his space, he was very used to it, but to have his own place was something new and exciting to the little lizard, and soon enough he found what he was looking for. A rock, looking no different than the thousands of others leaded against the cave, and once Aorrien pushed the small boulder, it revealed a tiny hole, barely worth noting to anyone.
Aorrien slipped in and quickly returned the stone to its proper place the best he could and entered a hidden hollow. It was a large air pocket in the usually solid cave, though not very big and devoid of any minerals, it was the red kobold’s secret spot. He sighed and slumped down on the ground, and placed down his cargo, three sticks and a used piece of flint. After letting the adrenaline of his stealthy entrance subside, he began to set things up the way he had planned, crossing two of the sticks and striking it with the flint and creating a small fire.
He bathed in the warm light, letting the flames warm his cold blood and relaxed for a few moments. Aorrien didn’t make the fire for the light, or the heat. The Earth trapped humid air and his dark vision let him see even in the darkest of tunnels, he created the small fire for the symbolism. All over the world, heroes, bad guys, travellers, and adventurers all gathered around fires like this one, relaxing, sharing stories, laughing and maybe even fighting monsters… that was the life Aorrien dreamed of.
Ever since his first moments out of his egg, he knew he wanted more than gray walls and a pickaxe. He wanted to adventure, leave the constricting stone bars of his home and help his clan in a much different way. He couldn’t do anything special, his magic skills were awful and next to non existent, his arms could barely swing a pickaxe, he couldn’t run fast, he was mediocre at basically everything.
Aorrien grabbed the final stick, a piece of bark hastily ripped from a tree giving it a rather brittle composition, but he didn’t care, it was his sword. He held it tightly in his small hand, a grin etching its way across his face before he jumped to his feet and began to look around the stony cavern. He swung at monsters, saved his clan; beat up every gnome he saw, and became a champion to all Kobolds, or well… that’s what he imagined anyways. After the fire began to die out, he knew his time was up and he needed to head back to his den with the other Kobolds that rested there. He sighed and looked at his wooden blade, wishing it were iron, but he shook away his despair, it didn’t matter. His dreams may be much bigger than he is, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t reach them if he tried. =+= End =+=