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Apple: Book 1 Chapter 7Raph slumps to his knees. His eyes are blank. I'm not sure if he's dead, and my brain refuses to check, because I'm too busy focusing on the knitting needle that hit his neck. I flash back to the village. Raphael was hit at the hands of--
"Ann?" I call. Leaves sprinkle onto my head as Ann drops from the branch I hadn't even known was above me. She's carrying a bow made from a stick and string of yarn. Before I can say a word, Ann walks over to Raphael and kicks him in the gut. Hard.
"That's for my mother," she said in a very cutthroat manner. And as she stomps across the leafy ground, I can see something truly different about her. Now that she hurt, if not killed her awful stepfather, she feels a sense of relief. Of vengeance.
Or maybe I'm wrong, because next she is in my arms sobbing, And I swear I can hardly comprehend what's happening. But I accept it. For Ann's sake. I still have my arms around her when we tell the patrol in the nearest village about the fangle attack, and they tel
Apple: Book 1 Chapter 6From then on we kept our eyes glued onto the map, being as cautious as we possibly could. Marking the map with every single step. But, even so, we found that we turned up in the wrong place. Or, at least not the place we wanted to be. Because when we stepped into the stone clearing, there stood a pack of fangles, all with spears. And to top it all off, standing in front leading them was Raph.
He held the green shard and grinned menacingly. Then he charged at us along with all of the other fangles. Ann and I cut between two trees in an attempt to outrun them. It causes one of the smallest fangles to be pushed into a tree by the others and get knocked out cold.
Me and Ann are both out of breath soon due to breathing problems since the blue shard incident. So I try to take in everything I see, knowing it could be the last thing I ever do see. Fresh green grass, tall trees, leaves spreading all over the ground. A nice, cool, peaceful stream-- a stream! I pull out the gauntlet and stop runn
Apple: Book 1 Chapter 5Ann and I walk through the cold and camp repeatedly for about three days. We learn a lot about each other, like the fact that Ann knits because it helps her think and escape her problems, like Raph.
Surprisingly, we find our way to where the blue shard is supposed to be. Just a big peninsula with absolutely nothing but sand to cover it. We stand on top of a giant mound of sand in the center and discuss where the shard might be.
"So, where do you think it is?" I ask.
"Maybe in this sand mound?" she replies, obviously as confused as I am. But anything's worth a try, so we dig in the sand pile. There's nothing, not even a trace. But then, the ground opens up, and we are thrown in the water. And before we reach the surface again, the ground shuts. And the water is not low enough to be able to get air. So we dive into the water.
We figure that the blue shard is probably in the water, so we spread out and search. Of course, we don't exchange words, but it's the most obvious choice. And, that
Apple: Book 1 Chapter 4The training is vigorous work, and often tedious. I have to chop small items in half blindfolded, be attacked until I sense it coming, and standing on top of a pole with perfect balance. But soon, the punishment is over, and I am given a final test. Suddenly there are several dummies in front of me moving around at a fast rate. A sword is thrown my way. I catch it right before it reaches my face and slash two of the dummies heads clean off. I am knocked into by a dummy, but only clipped, as I jumped as soon as I saw it. I stumble to the corner of the room as four dummies move my way. I am cornered. I'm not sure what to do, and the only thing I can think of is the fact that, if I were in real battle, I was about to die.
Then my reflexes take over and I spin around while charging forward and ended up cutting them all up. As fluff floats down to the ground, Benito walks over to me and places a helmet on my head. It's the steel derivative of a bike helmet, except it had a small horn in the
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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