Oh, no, that's not what I meant D:
[[OOC: I think your writing is great (it's prettier than mine)! My brain just went on temporary strike, that's all. I'm so sorry if I made it sound like I was criticising you. If anything I was going for the opposite.]]
[Puck's smile widens visibly... and perhaps becomes a little more reminiscent of a leer. He didn't think she had caught on to his oh-so-subtle request.]
"'Wake who up? How?' the stableboy called out, but of course it was too late; the strange little man was already gone. Eerie as the dark hall was and ominous as that final message had been, it took the boy only a moment to will his feet to walk towards the shelf closest to the door. If his options were to try or to remain here forever, it hardly seemed a choice at all --besides, despite himself he was almost morbidly curious about the situation. He had taken only a few steps forward when he could vaguely make out what looked like the shape of a person on the shelf. Taking one more step closer — what would he find? A skeleton? A rottening corpse? — he could finally see that upon the shelf lay a woman. Beautiful, healthy, seemingly only in a deep sleep and not dead at all, but completely unknown to the boy.
He shook her, called her, begged her to wake up, but she would not as much as blink, and finally he gave up. He moved to the next shelf — there lay a man; once again someone the boy had never seen before, and who would not make wake no matter what he did. Our hero then started walking down the hall, past shelf after shelf, no longer stopping by each new sleeping person he passed. But! the little girl who slept on that shelf... it was hard to tell in the flickering candlelight, but was she not strangely similiar to the girl who had gone missing from the village one year ago?"
[That is, is Puck guessing correctly about the identity of these sleeping people?]