Where did the trees go?
...and the grass?
What happened to reasonable temperatures?
It had been days since Soromon had departed Kohonagakure. As the days passed he looked back less and less. There was nobody coming for him. There was nobody that was going to miss him besides his mother probably. He wondered if she was worried about him, it was dumb to just run off without saying good-bye but he knew that his mother would try to stop him if she had known. A little piece of him wished that she had, that he had an excuse to stay. That he was not this scared little boy that would not go, rather he had to stay for her. For someone. He had no reason, he had no excuse. Still, he wanted to go back home. The idea of facing them filled his heart with fear. Not the beating he might suffer for defecting even if it was only a few days, but the sad expression his mother would give him. After all he was just a dumb kid, well teen that thought more with what was in his pants than with what was in his head.
Still, he wanted to go home. He tried to turn around, head back home but he had lost his way and got turned around. He started heading home about four days ago, he had only been traveling for three at this point, He should have been back with time to spare at this point but he wasn't. In fact he was even further from home than ever before. The emerald hills had turned to dust, the trees had withered away, leaving only brambles and twisted thorns. It rained less, he sun seemed to reach higher in the sky and it was hotter. So much hotter. The dirt felt wrong, it was gritty and large. He trudged onward, not knowing in what direction he should have turned, he had no other choice. He was lost.
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...and the grass?
What happened to reasonable temperatures?
It had been days since Soromon had departed Kohonagakure. As the days passed he looked back less and less. There was nobody coming for him. There was nobody that was going to miss him besides his mother probably. He wondered if she was worried about him, it was dumb to just run off without saying good-bye but he knew that his mother would try to stop him if she had known. A little piece of him wished that she had, that he had an excuse to stay. That he was not this scared little boy that would not go, rather he had to stay for her. For someone. He had no reason, he had no excuse. Still, he wanted to go back home. The idea of facing them filled his heart with fear. Not the beating he might suffer for defecting even if it was only a few days, but the sad expression his mother would give him. After all he was just a dumb kid, well teen that thought more with what was in his pants than with what was in his head.
Still, he wanted to go home. He tried to turn around, head back home but he had lost his way and got turned around. He started heading home about four days ago, he had only been traveling for three at this point, He should have been back with time to spare at this point but he wasn't. In fact he was even further from home than ever before. The emerald hills had turned to dust, the trees had withered away, leaving only brambles and twisted thorns. It rained less, he sun seemed to reach higher in the sky and it was hotter. So much hotter. The dirt felt wrong, it was gritty and large. He trudged onward, not knowing in what direction he should have turned, he had no other choice. He was lost.
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