Emerl-lad12

“Is this really necessary?” The girl started snickering under her breath. “Quiet, Child! Must you mock my disguise?” I grab the cuff of her sleeve and bring her to my level. Making her huddle with me to the side of a building, deep within her village. I cautiously glance around the corner, surveying the area, looking at every person. I sensed she started getting close to the back of me. “I’d stop if you didn’t have this ridiculous potato sack on your head.” She snickers harder. The teasing snapped me out of my focus. I slowly growled as my hand placed on the sandstone wall started to claw into a fist. “I have tried to walk amongst these inhabitants. I've always been greeted with hostility. . . hiding my appearance is better this way.” She was startled for a second, “...I Didn’t know.” She said, regrettably. I eased my tension. This girl has a good heart, albeit placed in the wrong person. Regardless, she’s useful. Gives me information about her village, its people, and its

As I watched the Sun descend to the horizon, it’s ember lights started to cast hard shadows upon the adobe village nestled within this vast desert valley, I felt the sudden chill of the night air already upon me. Slowly, I descend back into the dark depths of my cave. The air hums around its walls, my brittleness becomes more apparent. It’s colder, struggling to keep warm. I huddle myself on the floor. Rubbing my gaunt claws on my scraggly arms. Grinding the immovable mask on my face to the sediment as the shivering doesn’t stop. Pathetic. I thought to myself. How you fell so far from glory. I should’ve died then. I should be dead now. Yet there’s something out there that’s not relieving me of this damned curse, letting me live just to endure this agony. Something. . . “Oh gods! You’re shaking! You must be so cold!” Or Someone.. The small quiet voice of the persistent villager. Always coming in here, almost every night. Giving me food and water. Yes, if it wasn’t for this girl