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Funa's past chapter 6- sayonara“Iris!!! Tan!!! HELP!!!” I cry loudly, I’m shoved down into the dirt and pinned down.
“You’ll be coming with us kid.” The man says, roughly picking me up, I kick and squirm, he loses his grip and run away from him, next thing I know is that my wing is grabbed.
“You should have stayed still!!” he pulls a sword out, “Now I have to FORCE you!”
All I see a is a flash of yellow, a slight blood splash and hear a loud thud
“TAAAAAN!!!!!” I shake the man’s grip off my wing and run to him.
“Tan! Tan get up!! Please!!” he doesn’t move, not even the slightest, blood starts to pool around him.
“TAN!! PLEASE!!! MOVE, DO SOMETHING!”
“no.. no…No! NO!! NONONONONO!!!!! TAN!!!!” I shake his body, completely motionless, the crimson had smothered his body and some of my limbs too. “Please… don’t leave me…”
Funa's past chapter 5-a new friend and rising heatI stay inside for the next few days, window locked up tight. I sigh, reading the same book for the umpteenth time that day.
I scream out loud in surprise, the window shattered, shards flying aroudn the room as I held the book up to protect me from them. A young boy was now laying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises, he appeared to be unconscious. I hurry and take him away from the shattered glass.
“Iris!!” I cry out, she hurries in.
“What happened?! I heard a smash and-!” she notices the boy and cleans him up, wrapping him with bandages too while I cleaned up the glass. Iris lays him on my bed, letting him rest.
“Now… what to do about this window…” she gets some planks of wood and winds up just hammering it up for now., she leaves to go take care of some other things
“kn…” the boy starts to wake up, I hurry and hide in the closet. What if he’s one of those star warriors…? He could be here to
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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