Ravens soaring, eyes dark, empty in waiting patience for their next victim. Circling. Awaiting their inevitable fall. Around the salt battered watchtower lovingly laid brick by brick. Ari looked out from the comfort of her watchtower in peaceful solitude, contempt in knowing contemplation. Biding her time with the first of her final words. Sewing her words of farewell, a sea that would come in with the tide and just as quickly leave again. Feeling the salt touching her frail, determined body as she writes. The lasting impression of her inseparable brother – Heris, reminding her of their confusingly eventful time at the Children's Hospital and with their families, to the similarities both of them shared in their experiences throughout life.
Thinking back, she knew neither had the best of lives, with the world beating down, but light still never far away. Even if it didn't seem like it, both Heris and Ari were the other's light through death, their saving grace. She could see that now, as her life quickened its pace in fading, collapsing in on itself. Her time was coming as the ravens swooped ever closer...
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Mental Spew
Novela JuvenilWhen I just want to vent ideas and have no idea where they would be taken. Most wont get finished but if they are short enough I might.
