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Edit: Cringe has been around for centuries, just for the linguistic record.

Welcome to Havenwood

J A M E S M I C H A E L E S T U E R T

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It was another one of those nights. You know, the type when he would just lay there in bed mindlessly cramming another go at his Gameboy Advance, and the ceiling fan would be spinning slowly around, pushing some ominous mist glowing from the window around the room… Wait, what?

James’ attention quickly glanced towards the clacking of the fan. Nothing but, maybe dust? He could hardly tell in the darkness. He scanned the room, again. Yes, again. He had been doing this for at least an hour, now, expecting different results.

He swore he wasn’t crazy. It was the town. He knew it. His nightmares had stopped when he had left for college. Or maybe, he made that up. He couldn’t remember anymore.

Maybe he was crazy. James closed his eyes.

“Knock-knock.”

James shot from his bed. His Gameboy clanked to the wood floor and slid underneath the bed.

“Geez, it’s just me!” Lucy smirked. Her head was tilted to one side in vain curiosity. Light brown hair draped down her shoulders. She was wearing some white spaghetti strapped pajamas set, and for whatever reason or another, that particular outfit (among several others) always made him feel a tad bit uncomfortable.

“What do you want?” James glanced around the dark floor, searching for any potential sign of where his handheld might have wandered.

“Oh, nothing. Just watching you,” as she said this, their eyes met. Her eyes seemed to glow from the hallway light. A smile etched on her face, and for several moments too long, they just looked at each other, as the fan creaked back-and-forth.

Slowly, a spaghetti strap fell from one of her shoulders.

“Am I allowed to know why?” James finally asked. He was bending down to search for his Gameboy. He thought he could see the gentle glow emitting under his bed, and he was right.

“I don’t know. You’ve been really weird recently. Like, you’ve always been weird, just more so. Mom and Dad think so, too.”

“Is that what they said?”

“No, not really,” Lucy’s stable smile found a smugger position. “But, I did tell them I would help keep an eye on you. After all, you are my favorite big brother.”

James’ arm extended under the bed. The light on the screen continued to glow, but he still had to use what was left of the hallway light to find it. Thankfully, there was only one shadow he could see beneath the bed, and that one shadow-lump was his Gameboy.

“I’m your only big brother, Lucy.” James grabbed his Gameboy. He had died in-game. His eyes glanced up at Lucy, and as if on cue or working from a script, she pushed her spaghetti strap back over her thin shoulder and made some charming pose before lifting her nose in the air and waltzing off.

Light flooded the bedroom as his sister’s body disappeared. The creaking of the fan continued, and for several seconds, James stared blankly at nothing until the 32-bit sound of his Gameboy brought him back. The dull light caught him, and he took several calming breaths. Carefully, he stood up and went to close his bedroom door. But, before he closed his door, he turned the light on.

James looked towards the bedroom window. If she was the only one watching him, then he had nothing to worry about, right? His body flopped back onto the bed. His face buried into his pillow, and his Gameboy was held tightly in one hand, draped off the bed. Maybe, he was crazy. Who was he kidding? The whole town was crazy. He just needed to prove it — like the house burning while it was freezing outside.

He breathed annoyingly into his pillow and turned over. He brought his hand held to his face. The screen light glowed over him once again, and his thumb began its endless montage of repetitively pushing the same buttons over-and-over. Anything to get his mind to turn off.

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@PatientBean, this is true. . . 😉

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@PatientBean, do you mind if Bronwyn and James work at the same coffee shop? Obv. Bronwyn has no real ties (plus that age difference?), so they can errr — just be acquaintances/maybe have had/will have some shifts together or something.

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With that said, I’m pretty swamped this weekend with activities. I’ll get a post on Mondayish.

Avalia

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Her lack of sight captured her, this time. Her imagination had stretched towards unfamiliar places. Curiosity gnawed at her, sinking its vicious teeth into her chest. And yet, relief to not entirely understand the sensation of what had just happened draped over her like an innocent veil.

“Is he alright?” Aurora asked. She was unsure if she was asking about her brother or the lizardman. Perhaps, she was inquiring about both.

Of course, she would do anything to know Rowan was unharmed. However, to think she — no, they had to . . .

. . . The conditions of life have always been such a cruel thing. It seemed learning this through verbal lessons and books was nothing compared to experiencing the truth first hand. Aurora assured herself there was worse to come, and yet, she prayed this was the worst of it.

Her dearest brother was so protective over her. She was beginning to understand why. As a soldier, he had experience atrocities far worse than this; far worse than the death of Zara. So convinced and zealous that she could handle this burden, she had volunteered herself for this mission. Had she been wrong?

Gripping her staff, she drew in a noble breath or at least, a breath of bravery. There was no turning back whether the decision had been right or wrong. (Was her insight not clear enough? For this reason, she had to trust Barrock and Vasco.


“You’re very brave,” she said to Vasco. “Both Barrock and you.” Other words flooded her mind. They were choice words that sometimes accompanied and also insulted someone who may be considered brave. The Light Elf chose not to speak those words. Now, maybe not ever was a good time to say them.

. . . Although, a thorn in her side could not help but twist as she thought how Vasco lead the circumstances. He would be a great warrior, to help lead the rebellion, of course. There were sacrifices to be made. Zara being one of them. And again, Aurora’s imagination failed her, for better or for worse this time, she was unsure.

“Thank you.” she finally said.

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