The Decayed

Lost

It had been two days since you left, with only your past in mind. Only two days prior had you been ripped from your simple life, from everything you knew. Only two days since the frightened and rage filled stares of your family burned into the back of your head. It was those two days ago you would learn what you really were: a monster. Bashing, through the dense wood. Howling, in fear. Clawing, the tears from your face. It was true what they said, you were no longer human.

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As you wander through the dark forest, pondering what to do, something above catches your eye. You look up to find the most unordinary fowl you have ever seen, a hawk whose feathers dance with a radiant purple glow. It resembled something to the extent of a living plasma globe, or maybe a collection of shining purple stars. Whatever the bird was couldn’t be determined, but a sure fact was that it was staring straight at you. Its obsidian eyes met yours before it takes off with a powerful bound, and conquering the sky like a miniature violet storm.

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You make the choice to follow the hawk deeper into the forest, just barely being able to keep up with it. The few minutes you follow it feel like hours, making your legs seem as though they will just collapse and turn to dust under you. Finally, after those troublesome minutes, the raptor finally lands. When it does land, all you can do at first is stop and catch your breath, unable to take in your surroundings yet. Once you have finally regathered your strength, you look up to see:

A cottage..? You rub your eyes and look again, and the small cottage hasn’t disappeared. Warily, you make your way closer to the small structure. The door creaks slowly when you push it open, illuminating the room and your mind to the beautiful interior. Inside, books line the walls for what seems to be miles around, a truly breathtaking sight. They line every nook and cranny, drenching the room in recorded knowledge. But, as you take in the room, you notice something, a feeling, that something, maybe someone, is watching you.