Confined to the surrounding forests, mountains and streams. You'd think you could escape, you would think. But what is the End? What is the Beginning? What if you couldn't even choose.


3. Reality.


The last thing I heard wasn't the winds of the Earth pushing me, it wasn't the river running along the rocks downstream. It wasn't even the breathing of the Beast which had haunted me for all these years. It was crying, tears of my Mother as the final beat of my heart gave out. The last thing I could feel was her hand, tracing around and around fingertips, and along the cuts and scars of my wrist.


Sometimes you have to kill your own fears.


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