Lightchaser stared at the three kids huddled together, and decided it was time to shatter their fantasy about eternal friendship.
"You know your so-called 'friends for life' each tried to ditch you and escape on their own, right?"
The three kids instantly fell silent. One looked up at the sky, another stared at the ground—awkwardness filled the air.
Eventually, it was the little Oak Owl who broke the silence, speaking righteously:
"You were going to sell us for money. We're your property. Why would you kill us?"
The little Moon Fox and the Candlebeast's eyes lit up.
They nodded in sync: Exactly! We weren't just running—we were logically, strategically trying to escape.
Lightchaser: …
The Oak Owl cleared her throat, voice hoarse from crying.
"Sis—no, Boss, listen. We're smart. Instead of selling us off, why not keep us around and let us work for you?"
Lightchaser, who had held in her laughter all night, finally let out a small chuckle.
