A Little Book

by Connect-the-Pie

6

6 Chapter

The Third

On my travels for the third ‘Follower’, I galloped, quite literally, into the one I was looking for. Before I could even apologize or say something, ‘she’ immediately took the blame. Quite different from the other two. In between her apologies, I managed to get a name, ~~~~~~~~~~~~. I can tell she’s younger, not by much, than the previous two. After her ‘apology’, she is chipper, and a bit scatter-brain. Without asking, she took me to her home in a lone tree by the side of the road, to where she treated me to a cup of tea gifted to her by ——————. I was immediately alert and afraid. I was at least able to read __ __ __ __ __ __ and ~~~~~~~~~~~~, but ——————, is one I couldn’t. I have no idea what there game is. I would say I was being paranoid, but my fears were founded by the fact my vision was going dark. I found myself saying goodbye to ~~~~~~~~~~~~, on my way to the fourth ‘Follower’. Strange...