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>003

Istdrin’s hands shook. The weight of the weapon in his hands, and the unfamiliar nature of it all, made him nervous. His arm sagged. Unlike his small dagger, or his father’s axe, this weapon took effort to hold and focus to use.

He pushed against the weight and adjusted his posture. His eyes aligned with the sights of the weapon as he focused on the target ahead. He had seen his uncle use this weapon a few times before. Am I doing this right? he questioned himself. He looked to his uncle for assurance.

Veldrin gave him a nod.

Istdrin focused in on the target once again and took a deep breath.

He squeezed the trigger.

The aftermath of the weapon echoed off the mountain walls for what seemed like an eternity. A ringing filled Istdrins ears. His loose grip caused the weapon to fly from his hands landing somewhere to his right. Under the ringing, Istdrin could hear his uncle let out a sigh.

“You mustn’t be afraid of the weapon, Istdrin,” Veldrin said, picking the weapon up off the ground. “It is just another tool, like your daggers or whip.” He knelt down next to Istdrin and offered the weapon to him.

Istdrin stared at the weapon for a moment in hesitation.

“It frightens you,” Veldrin paused. “Why?”

“Father and mother say we have strayed from The Old Ways,” Istdrin said in a dazed tone.

“Your parents lack understanding of the outside world,” Veldrin paused once again, standing up with the weapon in hand. He looked ahead.

Istdrin watched closely.

“There is more to The Old Ways than the weapon we choose,” Veldrin said loading a fresh cartridge into the weapon. His eyes focused ahead, “The world is changing. Predator or prey, you must adapt with it.” He squeezed the trigger.  

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>002

This place smells of soot. Must be the Wisps. The way they claim their existence is so very taxing on the precious little realm that we call home. Their ethereal fire is oppressive too. Nothing stood a chance here.

The drop pods we came down in were loud. Very loud. The wisps should be approaching our position soon enough. My stomach is still turning from the drop fluids. Fuck, I hate those fluids.

“Ready?” I said. I grind my teeth in anticipation. 

“Almost,” they said. This person is holding me up. The ethereal fire reflecting off their their dome-like helmet is blinding me. As I said, it’s oppressive.

“Wisps are close,” I reaffirmed. My jaw is starting to hurt. We need to go right now.

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>001

At the end of it all, I barely recognized you.

Your skin.

Your hair.

Even your eyes. They used to be so green.

At the end of it all, if felt as if you were someone completely new.

You used to laugh so hard.

Sometimes to the point where you would snort.

And that would make me laugh.

At the end of it all, I didn’t know you.

We were young then.

We are older now.

And I don’t want to know you anymore.