Sort Of(Completed)

Are We One Of The Admirables?

The only thing I could do was to keep the group moving. Our lives were in danger now. The curse was getting horrible. And I was afraid to make Farlo mad. He was a good man, he just didn't know it yet.

Meanwhile, we had to keep going. Mercury had told me after I revealed myself to Farlo, I had disappeared, and I had appeared again screaming. It must've been the meeting, and when Farlo sent me back.

My friends were a lot more cautious after that.

It was an awkward silence, and I kind of missed the hobbit songs.

I felt the weight of the book on my back, and swallowed nervously. Perhaps I would be fine, and then we would all come home as heroes, everybody would love us, and Farlo will forgive the town.

It would be perfect. Sort of.

I honestly was still terrified about what was to come. I imagine it wouldn't be easy to get to whatever this place was to say the spell.

I was pondering to myself, and lost my footing. My breath was caught out of my throat, and I still found the energy to scream. I was falling. I didn't know how.

And then, my feet hit the ground, and my knees wobbled, and buckled. I felt dirt on my cheek, and I imagined it was bruised. I hauled myself up, my arms wobbly. I wiggled my fingers, and then my toes. Nothing was broken. I shook my backpack, and thankfully, the book thumped around, still in one piece. I looked upwards. I had fallen off edge of the crag. It seemed to be a small drop, enough to get my scared.

Mercury, Thomas, and Radar were at the top, their mouth wide open as they looked down.

"Are you okay?" I heard Radar yell. I nodded. I waved my arm, and then gestured for them that it was okay.

Soon, my fall was followed by Radar, then Mercury, and finally Thomas. It wasn't far, but still kind of scary if you weren't paying attention. The part of town was a wreck. Cars were overturned, and houses in shambles.

I climbed over a bus, and helped the rest up. The normal night sky was starting to turn a dull gray, and morning would soon come.

This time is usually when I get into deep thoughts.

I remember the time that a teacher I had when I was younger said: A person that is famous, or had done great things was called an admirable.

There are deeper meanings, of course. Someone that all love, or think of as great. A boy was in the class, I recall. His name was Edvard, and he came from another country. At first, he made no friends, but he was amazing. Edvard did so many tricks, and pranks around school, everybody started calling him 'Edvard The Admirable'.

It got me thinking. If we came back from this, the whole town saved, would that classify as an admirable? But who am I, to dictate the admirables.

I still thought it though.

Are we one of the admirables?

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had a bit of writer's block.

-Clo