6
Layla
The damned imps had played in my garden again. Those little demons. I didn’t really know what they were, what they were called—like most of the creatures from this realm. Besides the ogres and trolls and goblins and a couple more, I didn’t know what the dozens of different monsters I had encountered were. I just gave them a name so I could call them something in my head.
Sometimes I wondered how many different monsters were in this world that I hadn’t met yet. I shuddered, hoping I never would. The ones I already knew were more than enough.
I grabbed my rake and started piling the herbs they had pulled out from their beds and spread through the grass. The little imps often came out at night—and sometimes during the day too, like today—and just made a mess. They were naughty and
