There is a new feeling in the air. Like the world of freedom and rebellion silently surrounding me is at a loss. I am probably wrong, it just feels...off. Like the world is topsy turvy. Just today I found a patch of grass in the Trench where some yellow daises were growing. It was beautiful, in the most cursed way however.
One of the daisies appeared to be dying. It was the oddest thing to me, how all around these flowers was nothing but death but they thrived. But one of them was still dying.
It felt like a metaphor for something bigger, but I am not sure what. Something huge is happening somewhere near, I can tell. I miss the security of Dema more and more every day. Sorry to keep it short. I need sleep but I am scared. Cover me.
-Clancy
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Free & Flightless (Trench)
FanfictionTyler and Josh are thrown into the depths of hardships and impossible feats when they discover the dark secrets of DEMA, eerie letters, the sacrifices that must be made, and the "blood-thirsty lions" everybody has been whispering about for so long. ...
