MyrtoGkiouli

“Maybe he went out.” Edna said playfully as she watched Abigail waiting anxiously by their door to hear him retreat to his room. The he in question was Matthew Beaufford, their young master; Abigail had been infatuated with him ever since she first came to work in this house, but at some point her infatuation had turned into love. Edna, her fellow chambermaid and roommate, had been teasing Abligail relentlessly ever since Abigail had confessed her love for Matthew, but that didn’t mean she was a bad friend. Masking her concern behind playful words, she was only trying to make certain that Abigail would not get hurt in the

"...and this is the protagonists' area." Psyche nodded absently, too busy trying to take in everything happening around her. When she made no move towards it, her guide tried again. "You know, you are supposed to go in there." "Me?" "Well, you are a protagonist." "Oh, right." She said. They stepped into the library-like compartment, which had different departments, all in various stages of fullness. "So, this is how this works; once an idea starts turning into a story, it gets its' own area in here; so each of these areas is a story. The dark ones are either forgotten or abandoned ones. "What about that area?" Psyche asked, pointing t