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➸ characters;; miach & areon
➸ scenery;; woods, clearing, cliff
➸ mood;; playful bordering on serious
➸ other;; <3
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➸ 291 words;;
a sword whooshes past my ear. too close, i almost curse out loud.
“haha, not really getting any better, are you, miach?”
i look up at her and groan. she’s so damn intimidating with her two swords and piercing eyes, but a smile plays on the corners of her lips. the sight makes me grin too, despite my loss.
“dang, areon, how’d you know” i laugh, jokingly
she puts down her weapons and stretches.
she sighs and says,
“please get better, i’m begging you. even arys is so much better then you, and she’s three years younger.”
i laugh and sit down.
"i try, mostly”
“mostly? does calllan keep distracting you?” she laughed and sits down across from me. i feel a steady blush creep across my cheeks.
she smiles at me knowingly and shakes her head.
"you should tell him. it could be a good thing for both of you. who knows what will happen if you don't?"
i shake my head. "no, it wouldn't be a good thing for either of us, he might hate me.”
"you don't know that, but even if he does, you shouldn't give up on him because of it."
i sigh and change the subject.
“what’s for dinner tonight in this god-forsaken place?”
“it’s not that bad, miach, and you sure well know it.” she gets up and offers me a hand, pulling me up.
"come on, we need to go back, they might be worried. and, you're probably right, i'm starving."
"as always" she jokes. i punch her in the arm and walk towards our abode.
she grabs my arm and spins me around.
"but really, miach, think about what i said. please"
i nod, and we walk together, but not awkwardly, towards our home.
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the hawk circles above me, and i wonder what it’s doing,
looking. maybe it likes to look at the river. i can understa
nd that. it dives. there must be a frog or something in the
water, or a fish. the hawk likes to look at the water, but i
t also likes to eat. maybe I’m the hawk, maybe not. it does
n't matter. the water is always the same. it is so cold. the w
ater is cold and dark. but still, welcoming as i dive. i can see
nothing and my heart races and i do not know which way is u
p or down or where the sky is, if i am above or below the surf
ace. there is only darkness and coldness and water. and the si
lence. always the silence.i open my mouth, and the water fills
my lungs, and i think that is wrong but i am not sure, because
my eyes and nose are open and yet i can see and smell nothing,
and so maybe this is what drowning feels like. but i do not care,
not when the cold and the dark embrace me like this. it is comf
orting. it is a relief. it is a mercy. then i move, move, move, un
til I’m suddenly above water and the water is gone from my lung
s. such a pity, such a relief. i gasp for breath. i want the darknes
s back. there is a light. bright. too bright. i blink, but my eyes sti
ng, and the world is still blurred. the hawk circles again. it is still
daytime. the sun is out.i feel empty. the hawk flies away. the wat
er is calm.
the river is still.

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when paths diverge, which one do you take
the fox makes his own, cuts right through the middle of the two
he makes his own path, i make mine. the hawk soars above, watches me as i run below,
i run, run, run, run, run
run till i can't run anymore, but the fox never runs out of steam
never stops for anything, he has no need to,
because when you are alone in the woods,
all you have to guide you is yourself.
it doesn't matter if your eyes are blinded by the sun
it doesn't matter what road is before you,
because no one is there to guide you except yourself.

see through only your own eyes,
hear through only your own ears

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Le temps presse,
Nous le savons tous, pourquoi ne pas essayer de le sauver.
À un tas de poussière,
À un souvenir qui a été perdu
Nous sommes tous là.
À nos vies prématurées ;
Nous sommes nés trop tôt, nous sommes morts trop tôt.
À ceux qui ont été brisés,
Qui ont été pris,
Qui ont été battus.
À ceux qui essaient,
Et essayer et essayer,
Mais personne ne peut les entendre crier,
Même pas eux-mêmes.
C'est nous tous qui souffrons ensemble maintenant.
time is running out,
we all know it, why don’t we try to save it.
to a pile of dust,
to a memory that was lost
we all are there.
to our premature lives;
we were born too early, died too soon.
to those who have been broken,
who have been taken,
who have been beaten down.
to those who are trying,
and trying and trying,
but no one can hear them scream,
not even themselves.
that is all of us suffering together now.

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➸ characters;; areon & callan
➸ scenery;; woods, clearing, sunrise
➸ mood;; on edge
➸ other;; <3
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➸ #294 words;;
i step out of the woods into the meadow and look around. The morning sun has just started to peak and this cursed world feels a bit safer.
“c’mon, we haven’t got all day. let’s hurry up” i say to callan, who’s still a few feet behind me. he walks into the open area and looks around. he has a puzzled look on his face, but says nothing. i can tell he's trying to figure something out.
the meadow is small. a couple dozen feet wide in either direction. the grass is overgrown and a light yellow, unlike the darker shades that surround us.
we stand there for a minute, taking it all in.
“we better get going, let’s not keep miach and arys waiting for too long” callan says, breaking the silence.
i nod in agreement and we walk across the field to the woods on the other side.
we get about halfway through the field when i see a shape in the woods where we're headed.
"do you see that?" i whisper to callan.
he looks around, confused, "see what?"
"over there." i say, pointing towards the shape.
it's hard to make out. it looks like a human. they're leaning against a tree.
"huh" callan mumbles, then takes a few steps towards the figure.
"hey!" i whisper, as loud as i can. he ignores me.
"callan. come on" i whisper again, this time following him.
when we get closer to the figure, i notice that its not a person, its a sign.
"a sign? how strange" callan says.
on the sign, written in some sort of ink, is:
you can't win, you can't escape. don't try. almost nobody escapes the wilderness
"that's comforting" i say, sarcastically.
"we should keep moving" callan says.