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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

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𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

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         𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌, something she never understood why. Her emotions lay in verses, imprinted in every string and fibre of her being. Her eyes spoke words none could understand, a language far complex than their own. She carried herself like the wind, elegance poured into the paths she walked upon. She was a walking magnet, one that attracted all of the worst kinds of goodness in the world.

[name] was an entity crafted by the gods to do their biding, not quite like everyone. She was born to stur chaos and bring out the worst in humanity. She is an object, a symbol, that humanity is near its breaking point. A warning she came, but as nobody heeded a womans cries they suffered. She was the gate between heaven and hell. It was no place, not a landmark, but a girl who can place judgement before you walk.

A curse she is.

Her footsteps made no sound, like a shadow in the night. Quite ironic, it was daytime, six in the morning to be exact. Her mission log had been packed since day one and her stupid crow had a her running in circles. Today she was tasked to watch the mountain as the slayer exams commence. The wisteria flowers danced in the wind, lighting up a clear path ahead. The event should have started hours ago, just as the sun lay beneath the horizon.

"[lastname], you are late." The twins chanted.

"I apologise for my tardiness, one of my missions took longer than expected. Shall I take my post?"

"Yes."

I bow to show respect before leaving. The winds ruffled the flowers in the trees, petals drifting with the breeze. One landed on my head and I paused, thinking of a prayer to whisper as I let it go. I think about my brother and my hopes in seeing him again. Wishes that cannot come true unless I work for to cats them to life. Faint cries could be heard deep within the forest,  menacing growls and whispers of death speaking to trainee's with zero chance of passing. She could remember the day when that was her in there, battling for her life just so she could achieve this status.

However hard these people tried, death comes to us all. They wrap you up in a tight embrace and guide you to an endless slumber, one which no one is sure to awake from. Ofcourse they wouldn't awake, they're dead. Have you ever seen someone rise after their heart stops beating? That would be a sight to see.

The post she was placed at was for no reason at all. What was there to guard here? Or maybe it was for her to take a break. They had been nagging her into resting every once in a while. She had been on missions nonstop for three months now.

A high pitch scream erupted from within the forest, followed by another. Oh how she hated the sound of pure fear. It rang in her ears, echoing throughout her mind with no end. It reminded her of herself sometimes.

How she was always a small, little girl scared of everything. She'd squeak when her shadow appeared, she'd shrink a the sight of the night and cry herself to sleep when mysterious voices spoke to her in her mind.

She died with tears in her eyes and a frown on her lips. Like a tragic painting, it remained etched on her features.

Now things were different. Someone else lived in her spot. A person who was in a desperate search for approval and affection, but played her game silently. Like a predator waiting for it's prey.

The sky began to fade into a tint of orange and [name] took a seat in a tree.

This was going to be a long wait.

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