Until We Bleed

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They met as atoms, within the big, empty, nothing; at the dawn of time.

They formed within the ocean, to create the first living creature, life from then on changed forever.

They have been everything, the plants, the waters, The wind, they have been the vibrations on a molecular level within rocks, leaves, and vapor.

They have been long necked brachiosauruses reaching for the top of the same tree, and ended up bumping snouts.

But when that world ended by the strike of a giant meteor the size of, what we know as Texas, smashing into the earth.
Immediately, and slowly killing every last living species as we knew it.

They survived within the ash and magma.

They were the mold that grew over the skeletons of the last lived.
They had been vaporized, and moved from clouds to different parts of the destroyed land.

As the world began and ended, they were still there.

And this is their story.
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Reader POV

I finish tying up sage from a twine string along with my other herbs I had spent all evening collecting from my garden.

I hike up my with dress that was tightly synched at my waist, my long hair laying flat on my back. I kick off my shoes and then let the dress drop from my hands, draped perfectly over my curves. My nails were short from my constant chewing of them.

Living in this time was no treat. Women were being accused of being witches left, and right. For having any sort of inquiry to herself or a man. Or if she didn't smile enough!

Absurd.

Those women were not witches. But yet, they were burned, in front of everyone in the towns. People payed to see the burning of these women. People stood, and watched as they cried for help and screamed as the skin melted off their bones.

Yet...

They haven't thought anything of me yet. Which I find quite embarrassing.

I push the wooden door open with my foot, launching it so hard that it hits the wood siding of my house, then flings back in place once I had walked through. 

"oops- my bad" I say aloud, my voice, quiet, as to not scare off whatever wild creatures I may stumble upon.

The forest was quiet as it always was, I walk so serenely that the pads of my feet don't even make a sound on the uneven ground of the woods. I skip around, the basket in my left arm swinging as I spin in circles and dance around. The white fabric of my dress swirls and throws fallen leaves into the air and tosses them about.

I halt, my hair landing on my shoulders and half over my face, I spotted the ripest of raspberries openly unpicked from the stem. I tuck my hair behind my ears and scurry over to the bush.
I gently pick them from their stems and roll them off my hand, and into the basket I had weaved that last summer.

The raspberry's were always a good ingredient for tea...or sleep potions.

I hear a small whaling sound coming from the right. I freeze, and slowly turn my head to see a small fawn wobbling it's way to me.
I smile and set the berries down and slowly keel down. The fawn stared up at me, it's knees shaking as it tries to stand.