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Falling Feathers Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One: Death and New Life
Karsh buried his face in his hands and held the heel of one hand over his eye to keep from crying, the last thing he ever wanted to do. A cold shiver ran up and down his spin as he sat silently a few feet from Crovix, who was sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on her knees, and staring intently at Hace's makeshift gravestone in the middle of the abandon field a few miles from the city. Karsh watched her for a moment, she was very distant and unresponsive but then again it seemed everyone was.
Kris had followed them out the day before and stayed for Hace's pathetic burial but Sterling had convinced her that there was nothing that could be done from that point on and sent her back home. He'd promised that he'd come get her when they moved again and he did intend to stand by that.
Sterling had not once come to look at Hace's makeshift grave in the two days that they had stayed by it and no one blame
Falling Feathers Chapter 20
Chapter 20: When the End Comes
"You alright?" Kris asked, still in weapon form looking up at Sterling as he gasped for air.
"Fine, did we lose them?" he said looking over his shoulder into the dimly lit alleyway just touched with the last bits of sunlight.
"I think so," she sighed as Sterling stood up, a few streets to his right he caught a glimpse of Crovix running at full speed with Hace in hand from another member of Legion while shooting wavelength arrows toward her. The person she was being followed by was definitely Anna; anyone could recognize her white blonde hair even from this distance.
Anna carried a black cutlass that was her magical weapon, swinging and jabbing at Crovix as they ran, but never getting close enough to actually touch her. Crovix trip backwards as she turned to face her attacker and drove Hace into the ground and flipped over him, using her weapon as a type of vaulting stick before she fired another arrow at her.
Sterling jumped to his fe
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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