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The representatives, most of whom I knew their ancestors were seated, staring at me, their eyes full of curiosity and some, hatred. "Fear is a very useful motivator. The fear of failure, fear of those that would hurt us, fear of the unknown, and ultimately, the fear of death. But once we let ourselves be consumed by fear, it destroys us," I began to speak. "And what about the fear of the know, Mr. Lugard. Would it not be foolish for us to guard a herd of sheep with a wolf? No offense Micheal," she apologized to the leader of the wolves who seemed to be the youngest in the room.

So, anyway, after a battle against words, I came out as a winner. Well, almost. I started reading my notebook without feeling the immediate need to hide, throw up, or drive my car into a tree. Almost, because even to this day, I still have problems with one letter of the alphabet. D. Fun fact: that damn letter has most of the negative words underneath it, and many of them are in red. Damage. Decay. Dirt. Distress. Disgust. Depression. Disease. And my most dreaded of all. Deadly. Dead. Death.

Sobbing uncontrollably, I knew he was right, and I was just afraid. "I know Axel. I feel the same. I also feel so much dread at the thought of you being so far from me. I can't picture a world where you aren't there every day." "I'm literally a 2 hour run in wolf form from you. 5 Hours by car. it's not that far." We spent the rest of the time fishing in silence. I could tell Axel was just as anxious to leave me as I was him.

“What kind of something?” “That’s the problem. I don’t know.” The joking edge disappeared from her expression almost immediately. She gripped the edge of her desk. “You think somebody was following you?” “No.” I swallowed hard, remembering the sheer depth of that growl. “It felt worse than that.” Before Harmony could respond, Professor Smith’s voice cut smoothly through the room, drawing a sharp squeak from the dry-erase marker. “Fear,” he announced, writing the word in bold capital letters across the board, “is often rooted in recognition.”

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

Fear is making him overestimate things, clouding his judgment. I can only imagine what he is thinking based on the expression on his face. I mean, don't we have guns? For when you are fearful, know that you will exaggerate the dangers you face--- says my book. Of course, it is just a book and what's a book to do against a mighty beast such as that? But the book has armed me with wisdom, and it would probably save me from this beast's mighty jaws and claws as much as my guns and knife would. If it hadn't been to the book, I would be as frozen as the soldier Fred who can't even pull a weapon out to defend himself.

"That's fine. I will build it." Suddenly, I wanted to tell him everything about myself. Every single event, my childhood, my dreams, my plans, and my goals. Frowning, I bit my lip and quickly changed the conversation. "I like the color, White. I have trypanophobia which is fear of needles or injections, and ophidiophobia, a fear of snakes-" "Snakes? I think you are not afraid of my snake for sure." He added in between. If I was drinking water, I would have coughed it.

Marcus told us and Misha suddenly became depressed. She is not good with swords! Misha is somehow afraid of swords before. I can see how Misha turned pale. "Hey, you can tell him about your fear of swords." I looked at Misha as if his tongue was numb but he couldn't even react. She lost it. It looked scared as it looked at the swords. "Hey Marcus, Misha couldn't handle a sword. She has selective Aichmophobia, particularly with swords." I promise here. Maybe that's not a bad thing to say, right? Misha looked like he was about to lose his temper while looking at the swords.

Brandon's car entered his mansion very late in the night, and his meeting took longer time than being expected it to be. The whole time he was getting worried with an unknown feeling. He never understand this, he never felt this before or he did but it was long back in his childhood but not anymore and that's fear. He was not ready to accept this but yes, he has started to live in fear now. He heard for her. He is afraid of what if someday, something happens to her.

"Same thing when you're dead." Axel silenced them with a look. "No last words. We're not dying tomorrow. We're surviving. Like we always do." He looked around at all of us. "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But fear is good. Fear keeps us sharp. What we can't let it do is paralyze us." "Easy for you to say," Walter commented. "You've had ninety-nine years to get used to being afraid."