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"Get over here, you two!" the redhead shouted from further down the slope, her voice bursting over the stillness like a bright flare.

Alexein and Rayan regarded one another, eyes clashing. For one moment, nothing moved. Then, suddenly, laughter ripped from their bellies, slapping off the tempest that had very nearly fallen between them. With a firm whack on each other's backs, the fight dissipated into something more resembling brotherhood.

They would battle again, maybe even quarrel later, but not then. Now, they had resolved to enjoy themselves that was the reason they had set out in the first place, regardless of how messy it sometimes became.

They followed their friend's summons, descending the hill. The tall grass brushed against their legs as the ground sloped, carrying them toward the origin of her excitement. The hollow they had been circling was swallowed behind them by the fading light, a raw gash in the earth that seemed to guard the ghosts of lost lives.

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(TW: ...) These moments will be underlined and written in bold to warn sensitive readers so they can skip these passages.

The characters and events in my story are drawn from my own experiences, imaginations and knowledge. ->

Inspiration from the song: The Oh Hellos: Soldier, Poet, King, From "Dear Wormwood" 16 oct. 2015

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Go see my other work, if you haven't :))

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