Island of Years

Island of Years

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The sky is deep indigo and filled with bright, far away, pin pricks of light; stars. A warm breeze lifts the tops of the jungle trees. Everything smells salty and fresh- as if it just rained. It's a beautiful scene, full of dark greens, purples and blacks, but I see none of it. I'm clinging to a shrub on the steep foothill of a volcanic mountain, trying not to die. My breath hisses angrily and I fight back tears at the searing pains that accompany each breath. I've ran too far, too fast tonight. I try to pull back into the small bush farther, but only succeed in snapping a small twig. I freeze, holding my breath. "I can hear you, Eve. You aren't even going to make it to Rendezvous," whispers Karver, "How pathetic." He has all the advantages right now. He's been stalking me. He has the knife. He's faster and stronger than I ever will be. I am gonna die on Alphap Night. But that's when the horns start blowing
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