"You said the wood of my bed belonged to a Dryad. I looked them up. They seemed super cool." Sally said to the dark room.
Und chucked, "Yes, they were cool. Wonderful tree folk who cared about nature."
"Where did they go?"
Und was silent for several minutes, "Mankind. Some were hunted, and some had their homes destroyed."
"You said your friend was gone before the tree was cut for my bed."
"Yes, she had died in a war with," Und was silent for a moment, "I believe they were called conquistadors."
"When America was being colonized?"
"I believe so. I'm not as knowledgeable about your country or world as I should be."
"I'll forgive you for not knowing all about my world," Sally laughed, "Goodnight, Und."
"Goodnight, Sally"
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Monster Under the Bed
ParanormalSally thinks there is a monster under her bed, but he swears he isn't one. Small conversations between a girl and her monster under the bed.
