{ashes; ashes; one falls down.} sage v tamron day 7

Every bone in my body started to quake as I released that last snowball—something is very wrong about this— and for the first time, my eyes were focused enough to see what had happened.

The purple elephant says nothing but there is sadness in its—

It was a person, a boy, standing in front of me battered and bruised, and I watched as the last snowball made contact with his thigh. This boy is a tribute. Affron Williams is a tribute. My thoughts were starting to become more coherent but my eyes still saw the stars dancing in the sky.

Fallon wasn’t there anymore, my imagination having tricked me into believing she was. Yet there was a warmth to my skin that I thought could only be explained by human touch but was instead blood.

“Mommy! Where are the bandages?” I had been 3 at the time and my mother had not yet passed. Her skinny frame had picked me up and she kissed my little cuts away. “How did you get those, my sweet Tamron?” I had been so ashamed because I couldn’t be like my older brothers and take care of myself. “From playing near the bushes. Harbinger and Crusader were just too fast for me.”

He was dead from all of the battering and I felt like I was near death. Watching him drop, I dropped my body as well, waiting for some higher being to finally take control of my soul as my body lay to rest in the ground. But death never came, only weakness, as I crawled toward the tribute. He looked as peaceful as Fallon did, resting after what felt like eons of fighting. I held him in my arms, just as I did with Fallon, and touched my forehead to his. “I’m sorry,” I whispered softly, tears starting to fall from my eyes. “I didn’t know who you were, and yet I still killed you.”

My resolve changed to steel as I looked at his bag. I shouldn’t but—there might be something useful. He had a crayon in there with a beautiful sheen and I knew what I had to do. I had to match my other arm with its plastic texture. I took the crayon and drew on a protective covering, just as I had with my torso so many days ago. It solidified instantly and for the first time, I felt like I was becoming a wax man.

Then I took my own crayon, just as it changed color again back to yellow, and drew a long pole with a blade at the end. At the edge of the pole, I drew the koala carving once more, just as Fallon had done with the last weapon she held. “You can give me strength this way, Fallon. You can hold my hand and guide me.”


[Tamron attacks Sage; Big Foot Feet snowball]

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projectile

[Bruised Right Thigh ; 2.5 dmg]