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MYC
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"Myc, where are you?" came the cry, as the footsteps thudded past her.
Myc pressed herself up against the dense underbrush of branches and leaves, camouflaging perfectly with her surroundings.
The late afternoon sun glinted through the new leafy growth, the bright green was the exact shade of Myc's eyes. Spring was normally her favorite time of year. But this time, the coming of the season only reminded Myc of everything she was missing.
Myc closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself with Reginald and the others, right now.
Snow would still be thick in the mountains if they'd arrived already. Reginald had told her about the valley often. Tall majestic peaks surrounded the Valley of Nine Villages like they were the teeth of the Earth. The valley was its throat.
Once every four years, the Olympics brought the valley to life with crowds of warriors, travelers, and entertainers. For many, it was the only chance to find fame and love. One of Myc's favorite stories was how Reginald met his wife on his first visit to the valley. Her cheeks reddened as she brought to mind certain romantic ideas she'd been harboring.
"Myc! There you are–" Leaves brushed across her arm as a familiar face came into view. Myc frowned. Her disguise had been perfect. How had Elaina found her yet again? As far as she knew, Elaina did not have that ability before.
Myc brushed the dirt off her pants as she stood upright.
"–What are you doing? Stop playing hide-and-seek. We're supposed to be hunting."
Her nose flared as her anger mounted. "No, Jon and I are assigned to hunting. What are you even doing here? Can't you just leave me alone?" She started to walk away, but Elaina dogged after her.
"No, I can't. Doctor Marrow put me in charge of your health."
Myc sped up, trying–unsuccessfully– to evade her shadow. "I'm almost completely healed now. I don't need a babysitter."
They arrived at a small stream. Jon was already at their pre-arranged meeting spot. Two skinned rabbitcorpses lay side-by-side by the bed of river stones. He'd washed them evidently and left them to dry. Jon nodded once he caught sight of Myc.
"Make the fire. We need to roast the meat now, or predators will follow us back to the village. With most of the elders and warriors gone, it's best not to invite trouble."
Myc shifted uncomfortably. It'd been two weeks since the day she'd almost kissed death. Once, during her period of recovery, she'd entered Doctor Marrow's kitchen. At the sight of flames, the memory of that night had returned to her. The smell of her skin burning, the sight of her milky-white bones protruding from the flesh, the smoke clogging her lungs.
