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-๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—-


-..๐€๐๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐–๐€๐Š๐„๐ ๐Ž๐… ๐€ ๐๐„๐– ๐Ž๐๐„ - ๐‚๐‡๐€๐๐“๐„๐‘ #๐Ÿ—ย -


Here I was again.. crying because I was lied to and betrayed. In all honesty, when I first met Ariya and Hima, I was crying because I had trusted one of Arthur's (now ex) friends, and she betrayed me. In short, I ran away once she called the others over to where we were, but they caught up. That was also why I was wondering if I should trust Ariya and Hima, however, a gut feeling of some sort told me it was okay.ย 

The shade the tree gave me was useless now that the sun had gone. But it felt like at least the tree was trying to comfort me by giving me what it could do best. The warm air brushed against my cheeks and blew my hair gently as I bent my knees up and hugged them. I closed my eyes, the comforting feeling felt nice.ย 

My eyes fluttered open, and a moth flew by. Its wings seemed to be glowing in the moonlit air, and a trail seemed to follow it.ย 

"..Aren't you pretty?" I whispered, my eyes following every move of the moth. It suddenly changed its flow, and landed on my hand. Its tiny legs moving its body to the top of my knees. Its bug eyes looking in mine. It didn't seem scared, though I had heard from Shanks and Makino that bugs usually avoided people. The moth gently tapped my hand, and looked at me again, as if expecting me to do something. "I guess you're comforting me now?" I asked. It didn't do anything, as expected.ย 

'What if I try again? Nothing bad will happen.. so why not?' I pondered for a second. The moth had given me an idea of what to create. I slowly moved my hand and put one finger under the moth, making it climb onto it. Then, I gently pressed my finger against the tree, being careful not to hurt the moth.ย 

Getting up and moving two steps away from the tree, I slowly lifted my hand, extending it as far as I could. Every remaining energy seeping out of me as I put all my heart and soul into creating this. The palm of the hand I extended was glowing brightly, a kind of wind current blowing around it. My hair was flying everywhere because of the wind, and my consciousness was fading in and out. My energy supply was dying, and I was beginning to loseย strength in my legs.ย 

I clenched my teeth. I knew I didn't have much time. I closed my eyes and focused. I focused my mind on my heartbeat, on everything I was feeling and had felt before. All of my memories, blurry and clear. Everything I knew. What I heard, felt, said, touched, saw, everything.

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Then suddenly I couldn't feel anything, and it all faded to black.


ใ€ใ€‘โ”ใ€ใ€‘โ†๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐™ฑ๐šŽ ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐šž๐šŽ๐šโ†œใ€ใ€‘โ”ใ€ใ€‘

๐™ฐ/๐™ฝ: ๐™ท๐š’ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šœ! ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐Ÿ˜ญ (๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐™ธ'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—), ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š” ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ :) (๐š’'๐š– ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š•).ย 

๐™ฐ๐š—๐šข๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ, ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘! ๐™ธ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐šŽ, ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š.ย 

๐™ฟ.๐š‚: ๐™ธ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š” ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™ด๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐™ผ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š , ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ. ๐™ฑ๐šข๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ!ย 


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