I don't get very far when I left the Oracle's home before threw trackers found me. The only thing I could do was remember the words the oracle said to keep me alive, to survive.I ran down the street in a flash of blurring motion rapidly increasing my speed down the roads where the houses all looked the same.It reminded me of home. But there was no time for that now, I had to escape with my life, or fight. But I was focused, I was in survival mode.
When I mustered up the strength to look back after what felt like miles of running there were no trackers. I was lost and wandered to a.busy main street and down the way it looked like I found a small outlet, or a small string of stores with innocent people walking by and a bench. I could resist sitting down to rest. It felt like the last time I could even actually do so was before I was immortal.
I check my pockets and I only had $120 in my pockets. I would have to wonder around untill I could find somewhere to sleep, and eat, that was all I could spend it on.
Eventually I found a cheap motel I could rest and after spending hours trying not to cry or panic, or feel overwhelmed by paranoia, I finally fell asleep.
When I did wake up the day had pasted. I only had two more days and I would have no more money after I ate.I found myself meditating on what I would do.Focusing in on what was important.I had to find help. I had to find an alley. There was no way I could do this alone,and unfortunately I was far from home and.disnt know much about my surroundings.
Morning was over, and I had no more time to waste or meditate, so I ended up wandering back to the outlet with the small string of stores and shopping area.And that's when I saw it.It was a small witch craft shop, and I didn't know a lot of answers on what I should do yet but one thing I did know was that I did, for one thing trust that oracle.Maybe someone there could help me, I mean I've seen total weirder things lately.
Deep down I've been feeling weak lately. At first I didn't even know my own strength, and then I was forced to run away all while being on trial and getting sentenced and even being forced to live in a cage. I didn't know who I was, and deep down I couldn't take one more second of not knowing my own strength anymore.
I sigh.
I could possess the light sure, and I could use my strength if I needed it. But I had to face it, in this world of... Fantasy, I guess, I was only going to face mystical people and powerful creatures. Not having any powers wouldn't nesiccarily get me very far, and protecting myself? Well I couldn't do it anymore than I could throw a tracker, and let's face it I had people I needed to protect.
A//N:
IM BACK AND DON'T THINK IM GOING TO EASE UP ON POSTING WEEKLY.NEW THINGS ARE COMING!! DON'T GIVE UP ON ME YET.