TheNerdanionMirror's Book Of Death

Last To Hear The Rattle Of Her Boots

A woman, grace filled within her, who has self trained herself to become a warrior.

Warrior in writing.

She walked down the dirt covered path slowly, as she wants to admire walking down the familiar path for the last time.

She takes a deep breath, a wide grin grows upon her lips, and sees her disciples. Her adherents. "How beautiful," the woman's voice sang throughout the forest, "how beautiful you all have become."

Her disciples huddled around her, waiting for her next glorious speech. Her charming words, beautifully woven against the dry air, had not brung joy to the young ones. As she began to speak, the little followers' smiles began turning into frowns.

"I... am retiring..."

Her announcement was so shocking that it was as if the whole forest was speechless. The wind became still, the birds stopped chirping, and crickets began to sing.

"But-"

"My lessons," she says, "you all have learned them well. And they will not go anywhere. Do not worry, little warriors, you will be okay."

Cries broke out but the caring warrior had comforted all of them.

So before the brave warrior had finally made her last departure, she smiled and waved. A small tear rolled down her right cheek.

She turned to walk along the same dirt path.

"Lexi!"

The voice made her stop.
Lexi, the brave warrior, turned around.
She saw Nervy.

And one last time, they hugged each other. Swearing to remember the embrace forever.

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- More to come...