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Whispers of a Former Life: Episode 9

Even in sleep, her body kept working. 

It had to. 

Charity didn’t know what was happening inside of her, but something was. Something big. Or rather, something small, in ways her old life had never prepared her for. 

She stirred slightly in the curve of her yoga shoe, her legs tucked against her chest, breath coming in short, quiet bursts. It sounded almost like she was sighing in her sleep. But this was just how she breathed now,faster, shallower, like a tiny bird nesting against a storm. 

Her old body, the one that stood tall, that commanded attention when she entered a room, was gone. It couldn’t have survived here, not at just five to six inches tall. Not in a world where carpet was a forest, and even silence had weight. If her body had stayed the same inside, just shrunk down like a doll, she would have suffocated. Plain and simple. 

But that wasn’t what happened. 

The virus, Smallara, sd they called it, changed things. Slowly, painfully, invisibly. It rewrote the rules of being human, line by line. And now, inside her chest, things worked differently. 

Her lungs, for one, were no longer just air bags inflating and deflating. They had become compact powerhouses, packed tight with folds and layers that squeezed every last bit of oxygen from the air she breathed. Each breath was tiny. barely a sip, but it counted. Her lungs didn’t waste space. They didn’t have space to waste anymore. 

Even her skin had changed. 

It was thinner now, softer in a strange way. If you looked closely, really closely, it shimmered ever so slightly, like dew on a petal. That wasn’t just moisture or oils. It was breath. Her skin could actually pull in tiny amounts of oxygen from the air. Not enough to keep her going forever, but enough to help. Enough to mean the difference between fear and passing out. 

And her heart, oh, her heart. 

It beat faster now. Much faster. Like a hummingbird’s wing. Every pulse sent blood racing through her, carrying oxygen wherever it was needed. Her muscles gobbled it up the second it arrived, because even simple things, standing, walking, pushing through the carpet, demanded more energy than they used to. Her blood had adapted, too. It was richer, stronger, able to grab and hold on to oxygen like it was gold. 

Even when she was scared, and lately, she was always scared, her body had tricks to keep her going. When breathing wasn’t enough, it would pull energy from sugar stashed deep in her muscles. Not forever. Just long enough to run. Just long enough to hide. Just long enough to survive. 

Scientists said Littles like her weren’t really human anymore, not fully. That they were something close, but reimagined. And maybe someday, if the shrinking kept happening across generations, there’d be children born with air sacs in their chests, or tubes like insects have, carrying oxygen straight to their cells. No lungs at all. Just a network of living straws built for life in a giant’s world. 

Charity didn’t care about that. 

She didn’t care about the science. About the theories. About what came next. 

All she cared about was this: her body hadn’t given up on her. 

It had fought to survive. 

It had changed without asking her permission, without even telling her what it was doing, but it had done what she couldn’t. 

It had kept breathing. 

And that, for now, was enough. 

She curled deeper into the curve of the shoe, the scent of her old life still clinging to the insole. Her chest rose and fell with quick, even rhythms. And inside, her lungs kept working. Her heart kept racing. Her cells kept clinging to every last drop of air. 

Because down here, in this version of the world… 

Every breath was a quiet miracle. 

 

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Nodqfan
7 days ago

Charity looks so cute sleeping in that shoe.

washsnowghost
7 days ago

the littles being small mammal’s have been said to have advance hearing, eyesight and smell. I know smell is close and more important then sight sometimes to small animals and animals in general. I hope the advanced smell will be woven into little stories because I think it would be interesting to find out what they can smell in their environment and their owners that they couldn’t before. If a little got lost, they could smell out their owners body smell to get back like a dog and cat do but better because a little has a bigger owner and more sent coming off it .

Lethal Ledgend
7 days ago

0.1) That image is adorable.
0.2) Really liking the biology lesson.

1) “Her skin could actually pull in tiny amounts of oxygen from the air. Not enough to keep her going forever, but enough to help. Enough to mean the difference between fear and passing out.” What does that mean for Littles who end up coated in their guardian’s oils? Do they feel a slight suffocation?

2) “Maybe someday, if the shrinking kept happening across generations, there’d be children born with air sacs in their chests, or tubes like insects have, carrying oxygen straight to their cells. No lungs at all. Just a network of living straws built for life in a giant’s world.” interesting that scientists are already predicting the next steps of Homo Parvus evolution.

3) “Charity didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about the science. About the theories. About what came next. All she cared about was this: her body hadn’t given up on her. It had fought to survive” No, I can’t imagine the evolution would matter to her as much as the survival right now.

4) “It had changed without asking her permission, without even telling her what it was doing, but it had done what she couldn’t.” she at least had warning.

Darkone
Darkone
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

1), 2) You know you are making the Wiki harder 🙂

I’ve been thinking about how much info is in these comments and not the story. Going to need Lethal and others to get things right. 🙂

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

1) when a guardian pets or cuddles with their little, do they feel their little is like velvet soft. I would that would be a big plus for little getting time with their guardian lol.

Darkone
Darkone
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

I just got to Episode 60 and the text is missing on that page. Someone commented that it was too long and you replied.

Just a FYI, if you have 60 let me know. Thanks.

Darkone
Darkone
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

Lethal will be the death of me (pun intended 🙂 )

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Darkone
7 days ago

That does sound like something I’d do.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

So were you.

Last edited 7 days ago by Lethal Ledgend
Chooch
Chooch
Reply to  Asukafan2001
7 days ago

So wait, do Littles kind of feel like they have fur?

Asukafan2001
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Reply to  Chooch
7 days ago

No it feels like skin. They just feel soft and smooth