𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑 [𝐣𝗼𝐡𝐧 𝗺𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲]

𝐢𝐯: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫
'𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐰'

SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED over the next few days. Maybe the sky people finally realised that Trikru was a threat because they had started building a wall.

It was made out of sticks and logs, dotted with red, blue and cream colours, even scraps of metal were lining the wall. Everyone was working on it, except for the few bossing everyone around.

The wall was almost finished, there were just a couple holes that needed filling and a gate that was yet the be placed. Lynx guessed maybe a days more work before they finished.

Deciding that there was no point in watching people build a wall, Lynx leapt from the tree she was standing on and latched onto the next.

The girl ended up at the river near her hideout. The river was clear with a green tint and a waterfall at one end. She could see the rocks and pebbles laying on the bottom of the rippling water.

Lynx leant over the water so she could see her reflection. Her chestnut hair was messy and greasy, Lynx could even see the small braids hidden behind some strands she had done when boredom hit her the day before. Her grey eyes were bright in the afternoon sun, shining back at her.

Lynx's gaze moved from her eyes to the scars littering her face and neck. There were three, one going across her right cheek, the second going vertically down the left side of her mouth and the third horizontally across her neck. Battle scars. She had heaps just not all of them were as visible.

Lynx's fingers harshly made contact with the liquid, she didn't want to look at herself anymore, she didn't wish to be reminded of the times she had failed her friends, her family. She lifted her hands to her face and buried it in her palms.

Her rough, slightly calloused hands scratched against her face as she just wished to be hidden from the worlds cruel doings.

By the time she lifted her head the afternoon sun was sinking below the tree line. Lynx quickly filled her makeshift water bottle and made her trek to her hideout.