The Flower and the Shadow

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             I look around at the old shed that I am in. I hear the howl of the wolf's trying to get in. This has become normal. I now hide from all animals ever since the war started. 

            My name is Acacia or Ivy -which my friends call me- and I am a Plant being. Which means I'm from the  "Green world" as the most beings call it.
            I hear the wolf's howl then whimper then I hear nothing. ¨...¨ I open the door and look around. ¨Are you hurt?¨ My rescuer asks. ¨No," this has become normal. I look at the sky and see the moon. ¨I have to go! I am sorry. Will you be here tomorrow?¨ I ask hoping I could learn about him and maybe he can help me in the war. ¨It's a date.¨ He chuckled then turned around and walked off as he thought about it, and rubbed his chin. He thought to himself then found a good spot to sleep as he laid down against a tree. Submerging into the shadow, so only other beings like himself or people who know a lot about his kind could detect or find him and he fell asleep shortly after. 

          I walk toward the shed then remember 'I didn't ask for his name.' I open the door to the shed. I concentrate on home and the portal opens. I jump in. I see the straight face on my mother then I say "Sorry I lost track of time. I was in the shed for awhile and you know there are no windows to see the sky." My mother just points upstairs in the direction of my room. I walk up stairs thinking to myself about how and why I  met my rescuer. I lay on my bed and vines trap me in my dreams.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                  

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