Short
Montāžas Teksta
- LOST
- The street was empty, desolate, and dark and she turned the corner, on the lamppost was one of those Lostposters echoing her feelings as if they too were plastered all over the street.
- Walking through the street she knew so well she remembered being curious and carefree, full of wonder and waiting for the next adventure, of the unfamiliar appearing in her familiar world, but this was a memory and now she lived with a different sense of the city. The unfamiliar had become something she feared.
- She found her way home but home meant something different now. More a fortress than a refuge.
- She just needed to make it to the door, bolt herself in, give herself a chance to rest and think. She felt the world tilt slightly, fear rose in her throat, but she told herself it was just fatigue and quickened her step. She felt it again, and she knew she knew with every cell in her body that it was going to happen again, and shewas powerless to stop it.
- Multiple thoughts ran through her mind as she tried to contain it, and then there it was at the end of the street. She looked for something she could use; she ran to the gap in the wall that led under the bridge. She marked the stone with a single white lily knowing that the offering would signal her return. Remind the gods where to return her to when they had finished with her.
- She readied herself, wrapped her fingers around the weapon in her pocket and submitted to the darkness.
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