The Doom River

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After 5 hours of sailing, we arrived at The Doom river. It was outside the Wakandans border but it was very close to Wakanda.

"The Doom river." I said as i look over the river while sitting. Jorah was sitting on the edge of the boat as he sails. "The Doom river?" He asked. "As in where Doom himself lives?" He asked again. "Lived." I corrected him.

"Yes." I said. He then looked back at the river. "Do you think he disappeared too?" He asked. I looked around and said, "If the King of Wakanda disappeared, of course the villain of Wakanda too." He chuckled and he looked at me.

"Do you agree to sayings, 'The one who survives a big fall down is one of the villains friend." He asked. I looked over at him and thought about it for a moment.

"Do you think we're villains, Jorah?" I asked him back. He took a deep breath before answering, "Villains in their eyes, yes."

"Just imagine, you're one of those who didn't survive the disappearance, then somehow you saw your friends surviving the disappearance without you." He said

I chuckled, "First of all, how are you able to see your friends surviving if you didn't survive the disappearance." He then rolled his eyes sarcastically.

I smiled and then took a deep breath, dropping my smile. "But, i think all of us are villains." I said.

"If you survive, you're the villain. If you don't, you're also the villain." I added. He then got confused.

"If you survive, you're the villain in their eyes because, you weren't able to help them."
"If you didn't, you're the villain in their eyes because, you aren't there to help them." I said sounding serious.

"It goes both ways." I said shrugging my shoulders. "The only one who can answer that really is the villain itself." I added.

He then chuckled. We were now in the middle of the Doom river. It was dark, very dark. Stones around covered with moss.

I looked around and saw the crowd flying around. My eyes then moved down on the river. I looked at my own reflection and saw something behind me. I looked behind me and it was no one else but Jorah.

After Hours of sailing through the Doom river, we finally arrived outside the supposed to be border of Wakanda.

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