i am not a legend [LR/S/WEL]
Mar 2, 2017 23:22:08 GMT -5
Post by * on Mar 2, 2017 23:22:08 GMT -5
Endless amounts of white wash out the horizon. The further I go the more my stomach turns with each prickling jab of fear. Hair stands on my neck as the creatures swim about in the bleached out air. My heart yearns for Affron to show up sometime soon, to come running up to me as if what I saw in the sky was nothing but a joke. But, he's dead. His life taken away from me and from Sage and Marcus, wherever they are. Do they think it's my fault? Does Marcus and Sage blame me...
"Damn you, Affron. I thought you were right behind me. I thought you were going to make it out. Last I saw, no one seemed to notice you. No one seemed to take any care to you being in their world. It was just me that they were going after." Anger boils inside of me, my lips tense up and my fists ball up into a tight, blood draining grip. "Affron, you ass. You know Sage is going to blame me."
A noise somewhere off in the distance alerts me to danger. My heart wanting to see the face of someone I had known for maybe a year, but someone who fate brought into my life. A wisp of air tickles the back of my neck as the trio starts to appear out of nowhere and their numbers are daunting. Three against one wasn't exactly how I pictured that I'd go out, but I steadily reach into the makeshift backpack I drew and withdrew two of the woodsmen's pals and pointed then directly to the trio. My head no longer cooperating with my heart. Just launch it. Scare them away. Take whatever measures you have to. Marcus is still alive. Sage is too. Find them at all costs.
The trio is joined by two more and something tickles my senses. To be outnumbered among the five would have to be played out in the best way imaginable. Two ways could play out, but in the end, pain will be felt by all.
"I'm warning you. If you come any closer..." My voice is without a quiver, but instead provides a definite meaning. I glance to the duo and then to the trio. Their menacing stances triggers my memories of the blood bath. That one girl, decked out in colorful armor, attacked me first. She took advantage of my leg and knocked me off guard. The other one, part of the duo, she did the same thing. Only, was it mere accidents in the rush of things? I sustained no permanent injuries from them. However, the others look deadly. As I grip my hatchets, I flicker a demanding stare to them all and jerk the hatchet to catch their attention. I only mean to scare them at this point because I can feel my fingers shaking. My heart palpitations are causing my mind to drift off. My mouth has become a cotton gin.
"Now... stay back if you know what's good for you." I'm eager to get away, but I will stand my ground until my final breath. I can only hope that Marcus is fairing just as well.
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