The Runners of Westal

The Runners of Westal

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Anya Vorian wasn't picky. She'd take any apprenticeship that came her way. She, Lori and Andrew had prepared all winter for the interviews, but when only one offer came with her name on it, she suddenly wasn't so sure that she could do it. It was hard work, for one thing. It was dirty. They were respected, certainly, but in the sort of way that one respects a skilled plumber - grateful to have the job done, but glad it isn't your arms elbow deep in dung. In short, runners were odd folk. Maybe it was time to get fast. - A young adult tale inspired by long distance running.
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"Hey. I saw you at the field. Nice goal." -two kids at a cafeteria table, laughing over nothing, never knowing they were setting the stage for everything. Through war and fire, through winnings that feel like lossing and sacrifices that taste like betrayal, they fight. Not just the world, but each other. Because friendship wounds just as deeply as love. Because giving until there's nothing left hurts just as much as losing it all. Because trusting too much-leaning too hard-can break a man more than standing alone ever could. But still, they stand. Even when their hearts splinter under the weight of loyalty. Even when anger and grief turn them into something unrecognizable. Even when history turns into fire and the world tells them to let go. "Don't blame me, baby. Love makes me crazy." An empire fell. And when the final choice comes-when the world asks for their surrender-they give their answer the only way they know how. "Hey." "Hey yourself." " I say we burn it all down. You?" "I say we go for it."

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