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Ending: Seeing A New LightNow that a month has past, I guess I was gonna be a show for everyone that was out there to see me. I followed behind the man with the large hooded cape, while one guard escorted me out. The large wooden door clicked open, and the rays of light from outside stung my eyes, I squinted to allow my eyes to focus on what was ahead. My eyes eventually adjusted to the light and from where I was standing I saw many faces but none of them were Eirik. I was forced on to my knees with my neck resting on a large, cold stone. I saw much blood near where I kneeled. I felt all the hope leaving my body like it was becoming lifeless. I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down once more, and just told myself that all this would be over soon. I heard the sword come out of its scabbard, the person above me spoke foreign words that I couldn't understand.
Suddenly, the man that stood behind me in the hooded cape revealed himself, he whistled loudly, and out come a horse onto the stage. Eirik grabbed me,
Chapter 3: In Only MinutesThe man who had been carrying me dropped me on the wooden surface. I looked around to see if there were others like me. I looked past the other men who were busy at work on the ship, and saw the man from the high council. He had been bleeding from the top of his head, with his head bobbed down. I think he was sleeping or just unconscious. As the man tied my hands to the large post I looked up to see who it was, he had frozen blue eyes with hints of white in them. He had a very stern look but had a sense pity for me.
"Eirik, after you're done over there go and help the others haul up the goods." A man had yelled. This man had long, brown hair with a large helmet on his head. As he walked towards my direction, Eirik obeyed his orders. He had asked me to state my name and to tell him where the "gold" was. I didn't know at all where or what this item was. He seemed very displeased and knocked me unconscious. I remember waking up and feeling blood on the side of my head, I looked up and saw
Chapter 2: My PastThe month earlier, I had been learning how to cook the salmon my brother had caught for us. I remember my mother saying "Tutti, do not leave it for long or it will burn."
As I was flipping the salmon over, a man had arrived at the door with a very serious expression. He called my mother out of the hut to tell a message that seemed very important. I had recognized him as a member of the high council. My mother told my brother to watch me as she left with the man. He took a glance at me and continued sharpening his arrow. She disappeared from the hut leaving me with Cobar. He was very quiet and so was Adoni. They had been friends for many years, because of our fathers, before we lost them both at the Great War. They were like brothers they learned to hunt at 12 and now that they are nearing manhood soon enough. Since I turned 14 I had learned to cook the fish my brother brought home, it took a lot longer then I thought it would.
"I'm going to see Adoni. I'll be back soon. Try not t
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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