Morning comes to quickly. When dawn comes I wake. Quietly slipping from Bells, and Hermosa body. Moving toward my backpack where I had dropped it last night. I am starving. I pull out an apple and start chewing. I wait. Then things begin to set in. Memories.
"Great Job Ray!"
"Run Eliza!"
Run
"Hello Sugar"
"Lily!"
Storm.
Cracker.
Bloody hands.
Gunshot.
Percy.
Jake.
Max.
Emma.
River.
Comet.
Jay.
Cloud.
Thunder.
Blood.
Shouting.
Pain.
Anger.
Rage.
Bullets.
Fury.
"Eliza Harper Riviera."
"Hello Storm."
"Dangerously deadly."
Wolves.
Howling.
Stars.
Stabbing Percy.
The world's events catching up to me. I don't notice when a familiar voice speaks to me. "There's no point in crying when you need to push through and fight. If you give in then every breath you took will have been for nothing. Every death will have been for nothing. You cannot win everything. That is impossible. All you can do is continue with your plan, Ray." "Lily?"
I jump up. Look around. But see nothing. "Lily?"
A small ruff catches my attention. Anne. wagging her tail and panting in a dream. Her small ruffs turn into snarls. And I gently poke her. She shoots out of her laying place and leaps to her paws. Teeth bared. "Hey, it's ok." She relaxes at my voice and climbs into my lap.
"I am so sorry about Cracker. It was my job to protect him. My job to take care of him. My job to help him. My job not to let him die. And I failed. I let your brother die. I sent him and storm into that entrance. I should have known that someone knew about my place. I don't get how River and Emma and Max are all so powerful and how they are so old even though they are that old. The wars has been going on for so many years.No one has ever lasted past 90. How are they still alive? How did they manage to get that many horses? Why did River and Max have to be so smart when they killed their father? Why did I have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders? Why did I have to be the one to stop the war? Why couldn't someone else do that? Why me?"
Anne licks my hand. Then looks at me. 'I do not blame you for anything that has happened or will happen to us. Cracker died because of the bad people. And I will help avenge him and storm and jay because they deserve it. You were just trying. You are amazing.'
Tears stream down my face. "I love you all."
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WAR
FantasyMy name is Ray. I was born in a 100 year war. My life goal is to win this war. There are two sides to this war. I am on neither side. Feet pounding, Heart racing, I run. Screams light the night air. Gun shots. Bullets fly across the sky. I reach an...
