Ashies was always lacking in many ways.
Emotion.
Desire.
Willpower.
Some called her a beautiful doll.
And while that wasnât entirely wrong, it wasnât entirely right either.
Ashies had desiresâsome even stronger than most.
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In the underground city of Doomheim, the special luminescent stones embedded in the ceiling cast a warm, golden light, mimicking the morning sun.
The dwarves, ever diligent, finished their simple breakfasts and, as if on cue, began their work at the forges.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
The rhythmic hammering of metal echoed through the streetsâa symphony to the dwarves and an unbearable alarm to others.
Ashies loved sleeping.
At least, thatâs what she believed, even if her memories didnât include it.
Few things compared to napping in a warm bed, basking in sunlight.
While others started their mornings early, Ashies cherished the satisfaction of sleeping in.
But Doomheimâs endless hammering didnât allow for lazy mornings.
The metallic clangs pounding her eardrums were impossible to ignore.
âMmmâ¦â
Ashies stirred in bed, her delicate brows knitting together.
She didnât want to wake up.
She wanted five more minutes.
Please, just five more minutes.
âGet up already. The sunâs high in the sky.â
Karami shattered her fragile hopes.