My moyo was racing faster than it ever had. My feet couldn't keep up with it's pace. Soreness ran through my legs, begging me to stop and die. But I couldn't. Throbbing, my head lurches in front of my whole body as I almost stumble towards the ground, twisting my foot and running again. The tears falling from my eyes remind me of the dryness in my throat. I try taking deep breaths as I make stuttering noises. Branches hit my legs, smacking my face and watching me from behind and up front. Taking a risk right now isn't going to be easy, and I might be risking my soul, my fate, my destiny, but I didn't have a chance. I threw myself into the river as my right leg scraped itself against a rock. When I came back up a bloody scream came from my mouth. Salt tears filled the freshwater river. I climbed up to land and tried to calm myself down, but the pain from my leg lurched into my side, releasing red blood that had once still been inside of me. I looked up and saw nothing, as something was once behind me. I grabbed a tree, trying to retain balance. My struggling was louder than any noise that came out of my mouth, once again,wet, from the fresh water I had accidentally let seep in through the crack of my teeth. My long, black hair hung over my face and shoulders, reminding me of what a ugly hair color I had. The throbbing in my head reminded me of what great pain I had encountered when I thought I could climb a tree, but had fallen not even half way up. Picking up a big stick, I limped on home, awaiting the comfort the warmth had always greeted me when I got back. I looked over my shoulder and saw only fog,and a trail of my red blood, following me all the way back home.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------"AKANE!!," I screamed. Taking my fist, I swung it at a tree. My arm went limp. Cold, wet snow hit my face as my body flung itself towards the ground. A warm hand touched my shoulder. "I think it's time to go, Daichi." I was lifted up kwa my shoulders and dragged across the snow. I was taken into a house. My house. I opened my eyes back up to see that Chouko had brought me back in and had left me inayofuata to the couch. I sat back upand saw Neko sitting at the table, waiting for Chouko to come back and finish their card game.
    "Welcome back, Daichi!," Neko said, smiling at me. Her big green cat eyes stood out from the shining black hair that almost went down to her waist. Looking at her reminded me of how dull my hair was, hanging over my back.
    I climed up onto the kitanda and layed down. Pain swelled throughout my stomach and legs. Trying to change positions would hurt to much, and would also mean zaidi blood on the couch. I looked up, staring at the wall. My leg was still bleeding, reminding me of what Akane was trying to make me look like..............a faliure.
    "Are wewe okay, Daichi?!," alisema Chouko, covering her mouth. She looked terrifyed, like half of my face had been eaten off, au something was controlling me.
    "I'm fine, Chouko," I said. "Just get me something for my leg, please." I looked down at my leg, still bleeding. The last time something like this happend was when Akane sent out a assasin to hunt me down and kill me, along with the exception of paying him. I was a witch hunter, not a Wielder.
    Chouko took my leg and pressed a wet towel on to it. Once again, pain took over my legs and waist. My fingers dug into the pillow, some finger going deep into it.
"You really shouldn't be going out in this type of weather. I can't see a thing when I try to go hunting out there," alisema Chouko, dipping the towel into a bucket inayofuata to the kitanda that was fillied half way with water. She squeezed the towel, letting extra water drip back into the bucket. "You might as well be dead out there if you're going out in the fog. wewe know how much the Twins want wewe dead. Their mom did send them out to find you. Remember that, now."
"Yeah, but I have to find Akane before she finds Adonia. If she finds her, then who knows what'll happen next. They're both so powerful even though they come from two different religions. Usually the Witch and Wizard religions are seperated most of the time. I've just never heard au a Japanese witch and a African witch coming together to bring peace to the Dark Moon to revive it's power."
I couldn't belive I had just blurted out the files I was supposed to be typing on the laptop to Chouko. She was much good a remembering things from such a long time ago, I didn't know if she would use this against me if something ever happened to me. If I had died in th woods, and no one had found me. What would she do? Would she take this and tell the Witch Hunter Coucil, tell them what's going to happen if the Witch Hunters don't hurry up and kill the Dark Moon witch tributes? Would a Wielder really risk their position to go and assasinate the witches that are forming this plan to destroy earth? My moyo raced as I thought about it more, how I just had alisema all of this, how this is coming out of my mouth, how the narraator in my head has aliyopewa me a purpose to be even thinking of this! It's like a hell is entering me, trying to overtake me, trying to tell me something I need to know, but what?! Is there really a Heaven and Hell stuck in me? Trying to force me to my own suicide, telling me the yes and no to the maswali I can't answer, the ones that stick with me for so long, and the ones my past, my present, my future, my friends, family, and surrondings have aliyopewa me?! What is this that has overcome me?
    Am I truley the sin ?to my soul
My moyo was racing faster than it ever had. My feet couldn't keep up with it's pace. Soreness ran through my legs, begging me to stop and die. But I couldn't. Throbbing, my head lurches in front of my whole body as I almost stumble towards the ground, twisting my foot and running again. The tears falling from my eyes remind me of the dryness in my throat. I try taking deep breaths as I make stuttering noises. Branches hit my legs, smacking my face and watching me from behind and up front. Taking a risk right now isn't going to be easy, and I might be risking my soul, my fate, my destiny, but I didn't have a chance. I threw myself into the river as my right leg scraped itself against a rock. When I came back up a bloody scream came from my mouth. Salt tears filled the freshwater river. I climbed up to land and tried to calm myself down, but the pain from my leg lurched into my side, releasing red blood that had once still been inside of me. I looked up and saw nothing, as something was once behind me. I grabbed a tree, trying to retain balance. My struggling was louder than any noise that came out of my mouth, once again,wet, from the fresh water I had accidentally let seep in through the crack of my teeth. My long, black hair hung over my face and shoulders, reminding me of what a ugly hair color I had. The throbbing in my head reminded me of what great pain I had encountered when I thought I could climb a tree, but had fallen not even half way up. Picking up a big stick, I limped on home, awaiting the comfort the warmth had always greeted me when I got back. I looked over my shoulder and saw only fog,and a trail of my red blood, following me all the way back home.
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"AKANE!!," I screamed. Taking my fist, I swung it at a tree. My arm went limp. Cold, wet snow hit my face as my body flung itself towards the ground. A warm hand touched my shoulder. "I think it's time to go, Daichi." I was lifted up kwa my shoulders and dragged across the snow. I was taken into a house. My house. I opened my eyes back up to see that Chouko had brought me back in and had left me inayofuata to the couch. I sat back upand saw Neko sitting at the table, waiting for Chouko to come back and finish their card game.
    "Welcome back, Daichi!," Neko said, smiling at me. Her big green cat eyes stood out from the shining black hair that almost went down to her waist. Looking at her reminded me of how dull my hair was, hanging over my back.
    I climed up onto the kitanda and layed down. Pain swelled throughout my stomach and legs. Trying to change positions would hurt to much, and would also mean zaidi blood on the couch. I looked up, staring at the wall. My leg was still bleeding, reminding me of what Akane was trying to make me look like..............a faliure.
    "Are wewe okay, Daichi?!," alisema Chouko, covering her mouth. She looked terrifyed, like half of my face had been eaten off, au something was controlling me.
    "I'm fine, Chouko," I said. "Just get me something for my leg, please." I looked down at my leg, still bleeding. The last time something like this happend was when Akane sent out a assasin to hunt me down and kill me, along with the exception of paying him. I was a witch hunter, not a Wielder.
    Chouko took my leg and pressed a wet towel on to it. Once again, pain took over my legs and waist. My fingers dug into the pillow, some finger going deep into it.
"You really shouldn't be going out in this type of weather. I can't see a thing when I try to go hunting out there," alisema Chouko, dipping the towel into a bucket inayofuata to the kitanda that was fillied half way with water. She squeezed the towel, letting extra water drip back into the bucket. "You might as well be dead out there if you're going out in the fog. wewe know how much the Twins want wewe dead. Their mom did send them out to find you. Remember that, now."
"Yeah, but I have to find Akane before she finds Adonia. If she finds her, then who knows what'll happen next. They're both so powerful even though they come from two different religions. Usually the Witch and Wizard religions are seperated most of the time. I've just never heard au a Japanese witch and a African witch coming together to bring peace to the Dark Moon to revive it's power."
I couldn't belive I had just blurted out the files I was supposed to be typing on the laptop to Chouko. She was much good a remembering things from such a long time ago, I didn't know if she would use this against me if something ever happened to me. If I had died in th woods, and no one had found me. What would she do? Would she take this and tell the Witch Hunter Coucil, tell them what's going to happen if the Witch Hunters don't hurry up and kill the Dark Moon witch tributes? Would a Wielder really risk their position to go and assasinate the witches that are forming this plan to destroy earth? My moyo raced as I thought about it more, how I just had alisema all of this, how this is coming out of my mouth, how the narraator in my head has aliyopewa me a purpose to be even thinking of this! It's like a hell is entering me, trying to overtake me, trying to tell me something I need to know, but what?! Is there really a Heaven and Hell stuck in me? Trying to force me to my own suicide, telling me the yes and no to the maswali I can't answer, the ones that stick with me for so long, and the ones my past, my present, my future, my friends, family, and surrondings have aliyopewa me?! What is this that has overcome me?
    Am I truley the sin to my soul?