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1st PART OF MY LIFE STORY
I’d never given much thought to how I would
die- though I’d had reason enough in the last few
months- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it
like this.
I started without breathing across the long room, into
The dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back
At me.
Surely it was a good way to die,in the place of someone
Else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count
For something.
I knew that if I’d never gone this way, I wouldn’t be
Facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring
My self to regret this decision. When life offers you a dream
So far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable
To grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered
Forward to kill me.
2nd PART OF MY LIFE STORY
all our attempts at subterfuge had been in vain.
With ice in my heart, I watched him prepare to defend
Me. His intense concentration betrayed no hint of doubt,
Though he was outnumbered. I knew that we could expect
No help- at this moment, his family was fighting for
Their lives just as surely as he was for ours.
Would I ever learn the outcome of that other fight?
Find out who the winners and the losers were? Would I
Live long enough for that?
The odds of that didn’t look so great.
Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my
Death, watched for the moment when my protector’s
Attention would be diverted. The moment when I would
Surely die.
Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a man awaits
For me.
3nd PART OF MY LIFE STORY
I’d had more than my fair share of near-death
Experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.
Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escape time and
Time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could
Try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were
Geared toward those kinds of killers- the monsters, the
Enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it felt you
No options. How could you run, how could you fight, when
Doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all
You had to give you beloved, how could you not give it?
If it was someone you truly loved?
~ mEh ~------------v
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