ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.

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When the rain ceased and the morning cautiously revealed itself, the sinister echoes intensified, forcing dragonflies to flee in desperation. My bright, blue eyes scanned relentlessly for the sign that has haunted me since my arrival in the valley—the crimson glow of the shepherds. A beacon promising hope for those lost.

Yet, as my lips quivered and a chilling wind embraced my frail form, I sensed a subtle shift in the world—a transformation so subtle, others wouldn’t notice it until they were trapped within. The blight’s insidious touch has poisoned the land here more then any other.
It’s why we were dumped here, to try to keep it at bay. Our job is suppose to  simple… scrub the valley and keep it clean so that the blight cannot enter the kingdom.

I reject the role of a pawn by those who have put us here. With each step forward, a sickness churns in my stomach. Could I be the reason for the despair gripping those around me? For I refuse to follow the path of those who came before me. When the rain starts again I toss out all ideas of being the villain, for I am but a lost sheep amidst the tangled weeds, yearning to find my shepherd.

By- Coushatta LaRue.

NOTE: WRITING BY MY. IMAGE I CREATED WITH AI ART ON NIGHTCAFE APP.