Passion Ryndel - Wanderer (Done)

Playing with fire is always a bad idea, that's why I mess with flames everyday.

They always told me I was the prettiest girl in the district, playing with my blonde hair and not caring what I did with it. Short or long the boys would always want to touch it and mess with the locks. They would always say “Passion, how come you're so pretty?” and I never had an answer for them. I was just the envy of the eye, the wanton of any young heart. The other girls would use and abuse such a talent. I let my body be less of a temple. I never enjoyed that life. The pretty life. Not that it ever hurt to be beautiful though. You could get what you wanted, when you wanted, however you wanted it. But what would happen if my beauty was gone one day? How would little Passion make it in the world of the uncombed. I had to change from what the girls never knew. We all grow old. We all lose touch with our feminine side.

But I maintained the image while I could. I would groom my blond hair every night and smile at the image in the mirror, wishing I could capture it. Every night one of my sisters would tell me, again, like the others how pretty I was. Felicity, the youngest, would admire my figure. It wouldn't change no matter how I altered my diet. My complexion was that of a goddess, and still held the image of divinity. My eyes held the same concept, something mesmerizing that would draw those dogs to my body. These teal eyes are nothing but a modern curse.

I have come to terms with all this though, and then eventually plotted my escape from District One. It was an easy attempt really, since no one was assumed to ever leave such a high and prestigious district. But then along came a spider. I worked out the times when the Peace Keepers weren't around all that often, which left huge pockets of time open for escape. I could almost walk out the front door, to say the least, without too much of a concern. And that's how it practically worked when I escaped. I grabbed my supplies, left a farewell note, and vanished from the eyes of District One forever.

And that was the day I really smiled because I was myself with the nature around me. I taught myself from the books I stole from home,about the land and how to tell what was safe and unsafe. I learned to be something other than just another pretty face. Passion was more than just the affectionate female that caught a males eyes. Even better, I learned how to defend myself. Not many others find my way so formal of an approach to safety, but it works for me. I hold a whip designed from some hides I had found patching together the weapon.

And just like a captain on a sinking ship, I smile as I fall with my lady.

Every night is like a dream. At first, though, they all started out like nightmares. I did learn how to live off the land quick, but keeping myself alive was much harder alone rather than having the comfort of my mother or father. On my fifth day, though, I encountered a wild bear that seemed less than friendly. I tried to protect myself, climb trees, I wasn't sure what to do with a wild animal. But then came along another spider. A man who seemed to be wandering outside the districts as well, who knew how to handle the wild. He stood up to the bear, making it retreat into the wilds and away from me. That's when the fantasy world began for me.

He was tall, rigid, something straight out of district seven if you had asked me. He was built like a machine and acted just like one when he was around me. He would always try to treat me less like a human and more of a hindrance, since the wild wasn't going to just be fair on a poor little girl like me. It took him eight years but he did it. The man made me into a woman that was free in the wilds, able to do the things I could do. And how could I forget his name? Forrest. That's what he called himself. His eyes were just the perfect match for the name.

Why don't you be the artist
and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
and decide the words I say.

But he left one day, without a word to say to me. It was the middle of the night, I suppose, because only the note was left where Forrest has slept. He brought me to the end of my training and said that there would most likely be others out there. What if they needed someone like I had needed him that evening. What if, like me, a girl was stuck in a tree with a bear looking her down like a meal again? There was no way I could tell him to stop what he was doing just for me. Just so I could have someone who would respect me for more than just a pretty face. I couldn't protect the cheerful side that he had given me. And in my age I realized how reckless my youth was. Why not play the world like a deck of cards? Instead, I let the players see my hand.

Now I live life to the fullest, remembering that each moment may just be my last. I follow the ways that I had been taught. I roam the world with that foolish smile on my face. Boy, is my life the greatest?

Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there in the end
Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me