The Once Great Hero

The Once Great Hero

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Phantom pains. They surround me constantly. Aches here, twinges there. They remind me of what I have lost, of what I will never have again. Nightmares, too. Messy, disorganized collections of remembrances. Rarely accurate, always terrifying. That's not even to mention the clumsiness, when I expect myself to be able to do something, only to remember I can't. Not anymore. Not ever, in this world. But once, in another time and place. Once, I was fast and agile. I could shoot a bow better than the Queen's Guard. I could climb the trees of the Follagway Wood better than the Follagway elves. My body was once covered in scars, mementos from battles that I had fought and survived. They would pain me at times; it was something I was accustomed to. Now, even though I bear no marks, they still ache.
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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