Marked by the Moon Tyrant
to my trek,
r tr
ints curved along the higher ground-meaning they
lse s
ks moved south, toward the main road. They
expanding their
aven wasn't
slithered cold
y where the mud was firm enough not to leave prints. M
Shafts of sunlight broke through the canopy, wa
htshirt away from my arms. It had dried uneven
kled m
like this, I'd look li
anyone. I couldn't trust villagers-not when r
litude. Dis
eeper into
der my feet. The faint hum under my skin flickere
ned. No visions. No su
o
te stirred,
drink. The cold water soothed my dry throat. I splash
ripples-tired eyes, tangled h
ti
al
, the faint crunch of leave
fr
ho
ri
tst
foot-moving
cl
sing my back to the bark. My
steps dr
os
ice-young
.He
jumped
a ri
a so
ch
around
tream with a fishing pole over his shoulder. He wore p
trees with wi
meone
allo
sk for help. Beg fo
everything. Kids talked. Paren
the wrong ears could send
slowly backed away, eyes sti
wn a narrow trail, I s
cl
k running into
ward the darker part of the woods, where fe
easier to deal
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