Wind wisped around me as I lay on the soft wood that made up the floor, oh how I love the wind, the shine shipped on my face, being me to wake up, but ide rather embrace the wind till I'm taken to another world of wind. "Jinx! Jinx, wake up!" I felt Wisp kick my side, I don't understand why he's so in love with the way things are always done..what's the word? idk. Wake up at sunrise, follow the sunflowers soul, be grateful for other realms, peace is the only way, but respect the murderers, so many others I don't even remember, all I know is he won't let me just lie here. "Jinx!" one more kick.
i finally sit up and stare at him, I nareow my eyes at him, I attempt to say "leave me alone" but all that comes out is a low gwrol, sometimes I wake up and just cant talk, I don't know why, I think wisp said its a illness that I got due to some sort or "trauma response" cuz of something that happened when I was little but I don't remember. "come on, we got a lot to do today, were meeting with m-mace," wisp always had trouble pronoceing darklinders names, "we have to supervise the first spring harvest, I have to sign off of out of realm trade, we have to choice the next genrateson of wispwoatay- come on, look existed, you love the wispwoatay, you used to beg to join them." he signed. " jinx... come on, its our job, plus I don't like you sad, if it were up to me you would have been lent to magica already, but we have to do our jobs. Look, I'm sorry. it's our responsibility and we can't just ABANDOND IT!" his eye twitched before he whirled around and about swung his fist into the wall before stoping himself, he thinks I cant tell, but I always notice that look on his face, a mix of haveing to stay peaceful and his growing anger.
he grabbed my hand, his gentle touch is something ill never forget, like the touch of a Zephyr that graces you when you lay back on the stone floor of the pathdie and wait for the wind to grae you where you're soul is told the serets of the world and and it wispers words no man could understand that still stay with you till you're dieng days. I don't think Wisp will ever understand, but that's alright, in the end, we all understand all that we need to. We glided across our home and hopped off the porch. crystal clear ice cold spring water flowed over my feet, my eyes followed the stream of water that surrounded our home, wisp quickly dragged me out of the water and too a path leading to the lieroun. He never just sits down and stops to smell the flowers.
Soon enough, we made it to the lieroun, people are just setting up their market stalls, and the galshas are just returning with wagons full of eggs and milk, and other foreign objects. i scramble my way up a tree and close my eyes, the wind circling me and welcoming me to their world. i could feel Wisp's eyes glare at me before he just sighed and went over to the galshas. Gusts of wind howled in my ears, attempting to wordlessly tell me the meaning of life or something else. The wind is a good friend of mine, and we're so alike, attempting to wordlessly explain thoughts and feelings. "...jinx..." I jumped up so quickly I fell out of the tree. i frantically looked around. Who on earth said my name? it was a low moan and couldn't have been a wisp elf who said it...hmm... i looked around and saw the leaves blowing in the wind. Was it the wind?... aw, it knows my name- wait it never used words before... does it want to talk to me? "...pathdie..." it growled in my ears, the pathdie, the wind always felt closest there. 16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡynIPLdZY4S
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it's speaking to me, it always has, but this time, it's different, words instead of meaning. i got up with only one goal in mind, the pathdie, I wanted to be there anyway, so it all works out. The wind is seeking me, its speaking to me. Everyone says the wind speaks to us, but I think this is different; I just know it. i brushed past, flowing pure slick and wisp swoshed around and grabbed my wrist, 'Where are you going?" I just death glared him. "we've got stuff to do, mace expects all of us, not just me, you can go and play later."
soon enough wisp has drug me all the way to the liedie, I sat on my knees, my legs cushioned by a slick pillow. wisp say next to me, slightly in front of me. the heavy sound of 2- no 3 pairs of lashlan slaming down on our paths grew closer. "prince wisp of wisparo." a gruff voice spoke, it came from the heavily amor darklinder in the middle. " greetings, mace of darklin, its always a pleasure to see you, may the wisp of the land guide you through life and show you the way to peace and life its self." wisp spoke to mace, fancy formalitys. not my favorite. i shufled back some and closed my eye, the wind swirling around, each breath deap, casting the energy given though the sun, terr, and body its self, through out every inch of my being, the wind gets louder and louder ill its merged with my soul its self, come on, talk to me. the wind howls though my soul and my breathing becomes deeper and pure peace ingers around the inside of my mind, nothing. Come on. nothing. just as fast as the words appeared, they've left. stolen away just as I got a taste of what it wised to say. it was like a hole in my soul opened when I realized it might not speel to me again, my only chance gone...
I'll head to the pathdie the first chance I get. Maybe then, if I do as it wishes, it will speak to me.
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