Posted by Ap. Formaldehyde on October 31, 2008, 4:12 pm EARTH II
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There was the odd sequence of thoughts that would transfer into my confused mind that, maybe, someone would grab my hand, pull me out of the water I was becoming quenched with. There was something that forced me to take a larger outlook, to chance a brief speculation on the entire population, and see who would possibly want to spend their time saving me. Those few whom did have the opportunity to know me, understand me, seemed to have fallen away, leave me to myself. Alone.
Alone. I'd heard that one word so many times; it was a phrase, an insulting, depriving, cruel sentence in itself. It spoke of how desperately lonely you felt- it wasn't solitary life; solitary was when you lived alone as a sign of will. If you had no interest with the rest of your race. Of anybody. But me... It was like a confinement, a glass jar separating me from my home, my friends, my loves. Forever and eternally concealed from view whenever I needed to break through the walls.
Just hear the voice call, "I don't hate you, boy, I just wanna save you while there's still something left to save." But. As could obviously be expected, there was no such sentence that came out, from anyone's lips except those in my imagination. I wasn't the answer for any questions that anyone could possibly want to ask me- I was simply a stepping stone to their fame and glory; leaving the Teacher in the dust. I had no choice; it was taking me under once again, and I had nothing to stop it. So I would simply do as I was obliged; propel my student forwards so she too could make a living, whereas I could not.
The wind was becoming subtly colder; it seemed the earth's mind changed whenever it wanted to convert its weather, or daylight length. However, for now it remained brisk, picking up in speed every once in a while to lift the locks that covered my face into the air. Dark features that were shaded in darkest blue roan turned as my black ink pools shifted. I was searching tentatively for the mare that called herself Skylar, a member of Andarin like I was. Her form was the subject of my thorough search of the landscape, though I was not by any means in a rush to speak with her. Patience was something I had come to know quite well, and not only that- I was using the extra time to think through my sore amount of options with Delilah. I couldn't do much of anything with her; no, but it was what little I could that I was worried about. Remaining her close friend, I hoped; but that was if the Espionage worker, the black ghost, Fantome, allwoed it. I was uncertain as to whether or not the big hessain had any idea what discord Delilah and I were going through... But if he found out, I feared he would think me a traitor, unworthy of friendship, probably keep me well away from the bay mare. It was not entirely my fault.. Was it?
Calmly, attempting to put the entire situation to rest so I could focus upon my duty as an Apprentice, I called out with mind and voice, "Skylar, come. We have things to discuss, I believe." Still, my mind remained elsewhere.
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