Futile Trials

Mission Start

"Ok." The statement comes out weaker than you had intended it to. It's practically a wheezing little whisper. How pathetic.

"I'll do it," you bark, hoping to firstly get them to forget the sound of your uncertain "ok", and then get them off of you. 

A cheshire grin cracks their lips and slices across their shaded face, of which you notice is too well obnubilated by the hood in spite of the mid-day sun. "Excellent," they purr, their voice carrying so much contrast to their former desperation, it is hard to believe it was there at all. They roll off to your side and erect themselves into a standing position, gazing down on you for just a moment before delving a pale little hand into their hoodie pocket. As you rise to your feet, they shoot a silvery card at you.

If you hadn't known better, you might have thought it to be a shuriken with the velocity at which it flew.

In any case, the card flicks you between the eyes, stinging quite a bit more than you might have expected it to. Albeit, you are not aware that it had cut you until you bend to pick up the card and a fine drop of blood rolls down your nose.

Now this is utterly ridiculous. Your temper flutters uneasily as you right yourself, only to find the mischeivious figure gone into the whisper of the copse. There's the ever so vague sound of maniacal chuckling, breathing from the trees. A sound you think might not even there but one that sets you on a precarious edge nonetheless. 

After fighting your way back onto the trail and picking a few stems and leaves from your jumper, you take a look at the card.

                                      The more you take

                                                The more you leave behind        

Do you....

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