The Chosen One
“Stay still, everyone.”
“What is it?” Eve noticed her sudden stop and asked.
“I saw something on that tree.” Diana pointed out the uneven, massive old oak tree.
“What did you see?"Inquired Eve.
“Someone,” she said, seeing the figure, little more than a smudge, wobbling in the distance. She snuffed Eve’s lamp and brightened the area. “What the hell is that?” Impossible. She thought. The bloodbath was all but impassable on a fine day, but with the little old lamp on her hand, to venture across them during such intemperance was madness. But still, the shadow plodded, bowed, and was resolute. Shoving itself into the wind as if into a challenging lover.
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