Don't you think you've fallen?
If everybody wants you why isn't anybody calling?
But you really don't remember, was it something that they said, the voices in your head, calling Gloria?
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Rain.
It came in relentless curtains, drawing its' freezing cold grip tighter around the network of tunnels, their freshly dug apart ceiling now covered with a heavy barbed wire, letting in the view of the threading grey clouds.
The thunder boomed, drowning out the small splashes from running feet, lightening highlighting the face of a small blue fraggle, her eyes rimmed with water soaked glasses. A taller fraggle ran behind her, whipping his red haired head back at the the sound of something falling behind them. Neither was looking ahead and ran blindly into the thick metel of a sewer grate with a hollow clang.
Bezel dug with a furious pace into the oozing mud at the grates' bottom, his yellow fur splattered a deep brown by the time his companion joined in, helping to dig down downward until their fingers met rock.
"Go through! Go on, get!" Bezel commanded in sharp words against the howling wind.
"B..but..wa..a..bbout..you and Miara" Gloria shuddered, her wild eyes wide behind their cracked glasses. She was barely able to finish speaking before she found herself pushed already halfway through, wriggling the other half completely free as Bezel used his whole body to lift the cover an extra inch.
His voice was ragged when he spoke again, as she turned about toward the closed path.
"You're the only one small enough, it won't do any good if they catch us all…Here!"
The cloth surrounding the tiny glossy moss green egg fell off as it was gently pushed though one of the grates' holes, rain playing a hurried beat upon its rock like shell.
"B..But..B…Bezel, th..this is.." Gloria gasped, her hands trembling before the precious orb.
"Take it, take it and go, now!" He screamed, pushing it off into waiting arms, their owner now long since crying.
"Bezel..I've..al..always.." She began, but finished by drawing as near as she could to the nose beyond the many holed prison.
All was the kiss for the smallest of warm moments in the cold, a second that passed as quickly as a heartbeat. The moment was lost to time as the running splashes made by a single set of feet picked up again, carrying the unborn fraggle into the night …
Down toward its' rightful home of Fraggle Rock.
Somewhere, two fraggles looked on with drawn muddy faces as the light of the ditzies sealed off the tunnel behind the traveler.
Safe. Always safe.
Somewhere, their voices were a whisper…
"Magic be with you."
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Matt watched as the many papers, every single page that he had worked so hard on that night, caught fire in the cave hearth slowly.
The light brought a soft orange glow to the yellow face of Marlon, nearly fallen asleep over the edge of the journal he still clasped against his cheek.
"Perhaps it is still not that time after all." Matt whispered. "Marlon…"
The soft words made the small fraggle sit bolt upright as if they had been a sudden yell, sending him darting around again in his usual jittery way.
"Well, I guess I should be getting back to my cave..Lots to do, lots to do…" Marlons' bright gleaming eye caught the older fraggle like an invisible plead. "Are..are you sure you don't want to join my cult? I always welcome members. I get..so lonely."
"Your monster hunting cult again? I..I will consider it..Marlon." The elder said with a nod. "I really have to be going…"
He was already halfway down the tunnel before the odd fraggle darted back one last time.
Marlon's voice was small again, small but nearly normal sounding in tone.
"Say..do..d..do you think s..sometimes..when Gobo isn't around…could I maybe?"
The tan pit helmet of a rock renowned explorer bobbed wordlessly in the morning air.
"Thank you…Uncle Matt." Marlon said with a wide smile.
The End.
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