What did she want to with that commodity called
Life? That was a good question... There were so many things to do with
Life, it was almost impossible to pick just one. But she didn't have to pick just one aspect, did she? It wasn't like she was being forced into one part of
Life, so what should she pick?
Simply saying that she wanted to live was meaningless, since living was the most key part of
Life as a whole. She could do so much... She could sing, write, explore, fight, love. She could go whichever way the wind blew, or forge her own path of steel from determination, or even destroy someone and steal their path.
She could do the tertiary choice easily, or at least that's how she felt. Somewhere deep inside her was a feeling that could only be expressed as knowing. She felt like she knew what she was destined to become. Someone who broke heart and bone at the snap of a finger,
literally, and could wage war by herself at the single stroke of a string.
A string? What kind of string killed men? The only real string she could think of was the kind you used in fabric making. So, what, she would wage war by choking people to death with a christmas jumper? That didn't seem very smart...
Either way, she felt it. There was a way she was supposed to live, and that was likely the way she would live. Since that was the path her mind had chosen for her, that was the one she would take and make her own. She would probably end up a Gravewalker, and a girl on the edge of death her entire life, but that didn't really matter. It was her own path, one she chose herself, and nothing could make her happier.
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Somehow, in the time she was lost in the thought of what to answer the red man with, he had wandered off. She startled slightly, looking back towards the Orange-y one, the walking fortress and the Stoner, before running off towards Bloodstone.
It didn't take long to catch up. She wasn't the fastest of runners, and her small frame wasn't exactly helping - plus the whole matter of being recently born - but the red man hadn't gone that far ahead. Once she caught, she moved to the side of him and took a place there.
"U-um... I-in life, I-I want... T-to live my own w-way!" wasn't that the exact thing she didn't want to say?
"I-I mean... I-I want to be able to ch-choose my path." that was better. It made more sense, too. Now all that was left was to fully commit to the path she had chosen, and... Well, follow it.
She didn't sound stupid, right?
Dane
BrokenPromise