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July 16, 2015

150 words: an Orval and Lily exercise

ALLY

An ally, among the Dracoisi—once I thought we would all be friends. I hoped.

“Tell the others I will be ready,” I say.  “Orval and I leave for the north at first light.”

The messenger nods and rises, silent as a shadow. His silhouette fades into the deepening sky.  Stars, golden and bright as my love for Orval, blink sleepily in their black velvet blanket. Such stars glimmered over us, the night we met.

Such stars must have hung over this world in the ancient days.  Where else would the Dracoisi descend from?

Now they returned. I wanted a lasting kinship with these ancestors, I hoped for friendship…

They took Egon, and Orval’s grandmother.

Hope was nothing more than a thin slice of obsidian, sharp and dark and brittle.  It shattered when I returned home.

Orval was gone.  

Perhaps allies and lasting love were only myths.

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