Chatterbox: Chirp at Cricket

Will you?

Footsteps echoed in the hall as a dark figure made their way down it, sliding carefully along the wall. A heavy cloak hung over their eyes, shielding their identity from the outside world. The hems of their black garment rippled as they vanished around a bend, clutching it close to their body. As they skidded into a hallway, suddenly a bright flash of light reflected in their eyes, a beam from a flashlight.

Angry yells coupled with the tromping approach of guards, and hurriedly the cloaked figure whirled around and took off, their hood pulling off and showing a length of thick, silver hair.

“Ey, girl!” an irate man shouted, his blue uniform tight against his skin as he gave chase to the rapidly fleeing character. However, she gave no response—not that he had expected one. “After her!” he roared to his lieutenants, and with a slight stumble four men raced past him, yellowish light cast over the dark corners and revealing beady black eyes. With a squeal the rodents loitering in the darkness skittered away the girl and men just behind her darted past.

Her heart thundering in her chest, she wheeled around a corner and spotted her one solace—what she had been looking for this whole time. Fumbling with a remote in her pocket, she dragged it out with numb fingers and hurled it at the wall, feeling immensely relieved when she saw a panel bend back at the contact. Within seconds she vanished through the wall, melting through solid brick and stone.

Panting, the men rounded the corner and stopped short as they were met with a blank expanse of concrete, impossible to get through. Dumbfounded, the men walked up to it and shoved the shoulders against the wall, but it didn’t yield.

“Come on, men,” the chief grumbled, waving a hand and leading his officers away. “She musta gone down a different path. Ain’t no one who can get through a solid wall.” Hesitantly the officers stepped away from the concrete and followed their boss, casting one or two perplexed glances back. They were sure she had gone through there—but how, they had no idea…

Inside the wall, the girl released a massive breath of relief as she heard the men’s footsteps recede. Shuddering, she quickly loosed the cloak off her shoulders, sighing at the close scrape. She hadn’t been sent here to get captured, so she’d better do what she was meant to and get it over with. Tracing a finger along the outside of the circular room, she slowly felt her way across it until she reached a groove in the wall, one carved by expert hands. Removing a glassy blue bottle from a bag at her waist, she dipped a finger in the choking potion began to fill in the lines with it.

Just as she was finishing up, a slow grating sound from behind her made her whirl around in fear, spotting two icy-blue pinpricks of light glowing in the darkness. A guttural purr followed, and quickly a snake-like neck emerged from the darkness, followed by a reptilian body and two leathery wings.

“A dragon?” the girl whispered, pressed against the wall as the runes dripped potion behind her. Snorting, the dragon crept from the darkness, flaring its ruff and blinking its eyes like a hatchling. It was just then the dragon seemed to notice she was there, and poked a curious nose to her shedded cape.

This wasn’t supposed to happen…

Will she:

A. Try to attack the dragon

B. Try to run back out the into the hallway

C. Try to tame the dragon

D. Do nothing

Two days will be allotted (from your world’s March 7 to March 9) for voting upon her choice. The day of March 10… the story will continue, by the most popular choice voted. Do not forget this thread, for it wouldn't forget you. As long as you keep it on top, her saga will be told.

Her story is in your hands.

Will you?

Won’t you?

(Feel free to guess my identity, though there’s no telling if I’ll reveal it.)