Despair Sketch for New BookA Story by XxLiongirltechiexXThey’ve forgotten
me. They must have. Otherwise they
would be here. The air smells
like dust and struggle. Camp is
nonexistent, the clearing overlooking the mountain’s descent empty. Remnants of
a deer lie off to one side, its shriveled skin on a rock. I remember rain on
the night of the attack. Looks like someone’s leather was ruined. Of the debris from the campfire, only the
charred logs remain. But those are the only signs of inhabitance. All
footprints, all signs of humanity are gone, swept away by the wind. How could
they have up and left so fast, so completely? Weren’t they worried about me?
Didn’t they come looking? Didn’t they care
I’d disappeared? Maybe not. Maybe they were too
wrapped up with her to really care. I picture her, the mind reader in black. She’s
a favorite, and I hurt her. They must hate me now. Or maybe they really didn’t care about me in
the first place. Wouldn’t be surprising. My friends, or rather, ‘friends,’ are
the real heroes. They’re the real reason we’ve survived. What's an
illusionist healer to a telepath and a prophet? Nothing, when the ‘healer’ part
of her can’t do much before she wants to pass out. Nothing, when there are
three others in the group who can do her job better than she can. Nothing, when
everyone else can fight but her. There were fourteen of us when we counted
last. One of them was dead weight. And that’s why
they left me behind. My entire body is
shaking. The pain inside me that could be abated before takes ahold of me
again, and there’s no one around who can help… No one around who
cares. I fall to my knees in the dirt. How could I expect any less? © 2012 XxLiongirltechiexXAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorXxLiongirltechiexXAboutI'm a writer (obviously), and an artist, and draw mostly in manga style. I'm also Catholic, and proud of it! :) I'm a contemporary fantasy writer with a thing for Myers-Briggs personality typing. .. more..Writing
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