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Fate of the Tsubasa - Chapter 3
The rocky cliff face of the mountain loomed ahead of Kal, blocking out the sunlight where she was stood at the base. She could just about see the sails of the windmill from here, outlined in the low light. Sure enough, there was a tunnel at the end of the path. It was pitch black and foreboding, but she knew she had to go inside. Whether it was because the crystal Waka was looking for might be inside, or the fact that nothing this interesting ever happened to her, she wasn't sure.
Once inside the tunnel, it didn't seem so dark. It lead down to a small clearing, where daylight seeped through a few tiny gaps in the walls. There were two large pools of water lined with jagged rocks, only a thin passage separating them like a bridge. At the far side there was what looked like some kind of ancient door, yet a red evil-looking barrier blocked it off.
"I came all the way here and the darn place is blocked off?" Kal groaned in disbelief, standing and staring at the barrier, trying to think of
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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