“Is it a good story?” said the child, wide-eyed as he sat back in the curve of the crumbling building arch.
“No.” The creature admitted. “It’s an unkind story. The type that twists you up inside, because you don’t want to believe such things can be true, but eventually you realize that we are all part of at least one.”
“I don’t get it.” He said, pouting.
“Some day you will. Some day you’ll hate me for it, Lili, but that hate will keep you alive.”
“Not as long as you stay.” He yawned, leaning into her white-furred side. “Keep me warm! Then I can’t hate you.”
Chimera put down her head as he fell asleep, his breathing slowing. She could feel all the time he had ahead of him, hundreds of potential futures and sweeps all in one small body. Trolls had such a long time to work at hatred.
One day she’d tell him the story of why he was hers.
This day, the child in the ruined c