Tribāl

II

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Goodbye is easier said than done.
Its either leave for a while or leave forever.

                            <-----{

He looked at Akira and sighed,
"I told you Akira, I didn't make the decision"

"But you agreed to it" She accused whilst glaring at her father, "you could've said no!"  Silence " Your the chief, your their lesharo, you make the rules!"

"The council was apart of this, there was nothing I could do."

"Nothing you could do, really?  Just put it all on the council, great idea!" She  walked up to her father with confident strides and spat the next words as though they were venom, "If mum were here she would've done something" and with that she walked towards the door before being cut off by her fathers voice, he was obviously sick of this discussion as well,

      His words cut through the air like a knife aimed towards her at full speed, she wasn't scared of his words though. It was the glint of anger in his eyes, he had won. Despite her words and pleads, he had won, he had the power.

"He will be here tonight. For the tribe campfire"

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The heat of the fire nipped at her skin as she glared at the flames and wondered how she was put into this situation.

Akira ignored everything around her with a passion. She didn't want to be there, sitting helplessly in front of the campfire as her future was laid out for her.

But she had no choice,
'Mei ìm na kei' her father would tell her. 'Law is law';
     Little did she know she would've preferred to follow the law than face what were to soon approach her tribe.        Oh how she would've liked everything to end nicely and turn out like the fairytales told behind campfire flames. She wished, but her wish wasn't seen, as it was far to late for her.
Perhaps there is reason to fault.

As the night traveled slowly by, she lost sight of her father, as he was most likely talking to fellow tribe citizens. But Akira couldn't care less.
The fire was all she cared about, not the constant nagging of elder tribe members or the happy children around the campfire. It was the fire.

The fire itself was beautiful, the flames carried on a tradition and a thing every tribe has been able to relate to. The flames held hope behind darkness and could be perceived as little dancers swaying and rising tall of the constant sound of drums or the crackling of the fire itself.

The flames within the fire held sincerity. But there was a dark, mysterious and cold side to the flame, she thought if she'd be able to stare at the fire long enough, the flames would tell her a story of love, betrayal and new beginnings, it wasn't that knowing the future is bad, Akira was just scared of what might approach.

But either way she loved it.

She loved the way the sky would look some mornings, starting off as a fire red transitioning into a pastel blue until eventually, she could see the streaked patterns of the light grey and white clouds, reminding her of a calm environment she wished to be without knowing where it were.

All she wished. All she wishes.

But I guess her wish isn't a command, it's words with Many faults.

She can't repair the damage of something she loved, as it was teased and set off till it became destructive.

But destruction avoided her. It would've sailed seas, gone over mountains, survived the coldest nights and battled the hottest days. Yet, after all that.

It left her be, it avoided Akira.

No. She was not lucky, for she had lost.. she came last.
Luck was not on her side.
Luck had left her side a while ago, that just wasn't seen yet.

A/N- I apologise, I have been really bad with updating  chapters and haven't been very inspired lately. Until, I decided to stay up and write.

I'd also like to say sorry as the chapters are not edited at all.

To make this easier, I will be updating whenever the heck I can.

Feel free to comment about [insert word here], hope you are enjoying Tribāl.

Byeeee

>short chapter<

~Eclipse Wolf~