Mid-morning, Scattered clouds, 69F/20C
I’m Done Putting Out The Fires You Start
The day really had nothing significant about it, it was just like any other. Temperate by summer standards, sun shining and ducking between scattered clouds still not quite at its highest point. There was nothing about today that should have made any difference, but when Marrah woke up earlier than usual she knew, she knew this would be her last morning waking up in Fool’s Gold Chasm. The yearling had watched one last sunrise as the rays lit up the gold like stones and shimmered in a way she wasn’t sure she would ever find anywhere else.
Maybe this was the calling that Adelard had warned her about, but she didn’t think so. Nothing was calling her away so much as she felt like she was being pushed out. Pushed out by the ghosts of everyone who should be here but wasn’t. Pushed out by the deep pit in her stomach that opened up everytime she couldn’t avoid Rhae’s planted grave. Pushed out by the guilt that made her feel like she weighed a thousand pounds whenever she caught sight of Enera, someone who is supposed to be her best friend but who she couldn’t bring herself to comfort. She had failed her sister-friend, who she had come to realize on her own was not even really her sister.
Marrah had been failed, and she had failed those who she cared about the most. And it was those thoughts that carried her outside of the territory as if she were in a dream. It wasn’t until she had passed the borders by about a mile or so when she paused. She couldn’t leave like this, without a word, she wouldn’t. So she lifted her head to the sky and called for Enera, she couldn’t face the others and wasn’t sure she could do this either, but she had to. Once they had their talk Marrah would call out a goodbye for everyone else, and then she would run as far and fast as she could, hoping no one would come after her.
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