MissWeirdo
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Just something I started writing down, and I wanted to know if anyone had any ideas of where I should go with it. Yeah its not finished at all either lol. Hate it, love it? Tell me why.
“The whole platoon’s been destroyed” Whoosh! Did you hear that? That’s my lifetime dream, and it’s already sunk. Chief Zok had just relayed to the entire village from the out of breath Earth Kingdom messenger.
Cries had erupted from the village wanting to know mainly just which freaking platoon. “Silence!” the chief yelled. He looked down at his feet and sucked in his breath. “Ziyal and Seru’s platoons were destroyed. We don’t know what became of Berv’s.” He croaked the last part out. The Chief slowly turned around; “You may go” he told he green shirted man who solemnly nodded.
Only one platoon possibly left alive. The chief’s son had headed it, and his other son Jan was on it. Such a glum mystery hung on our leader’s shoulders. Throughout the pain of losing my uncle and close mentor I managed to sympathize for a moment.
The entire village was standing in shock or tears, I was the latter. It would have been a painful scene enough but my own heart torn in two was the center of my attention. The fact is that I would never captain a ship after ninety percent of the village is dead of missing. I would need to have children; mother would make me for sure. I wouldn’t learn anything more from Ziyal, or be squashed by uncle’s hugs.
Ugh. I hate this wish it would go away. The whole village is crying, yet I feel ashamed.
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“The whole platoon’s been destroyed” Whoosh! Did you hear that? That’s my lifetime dream, and it’s already sunk. Chief Zok had just relayed to the entire village from the out of breath Earth Kingdom messenger.
Cries had erupted from the village wanting to know mainly just which freaking platoon. “Silence!” the chief yelled. He looked down at his feet and sucked in his breath. “Ziyal and Seru’s platoons were destroyed. We don’t know what became of Berv’s.” He croaked the last part out. The Chief slowly turned around; “You may go” he told he green shirted man who solemnly nodded.
Only one platoon possibly left alive. The chief’s son had headed it, and his other son Jan was on it. Such a glum mystery hung on our leader’s shoulders. Throughout the pain of losing my uncle and close mentor I managed to sympathize for a moment.
The entire village was standing in shock or tears, I was the latter. It would have been a painful scene enough but my own heart torn in two was the center of my attention. The fact is that I would never captain a ship after ninety percent of the village is dead of missing. I would need to have children; mother would make me for sure. I wouldn’t learn anything more from Ziyal, or be squashed by uncle’s hugs.
Ugh. I hate this wish it would go away. The whole village is crying, yet I feel ashamed.
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