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I know this 2 robbed the Louvre I just can't prove it
QUEEN SH*T
dana terrace’s reaction to disney wanting to use AI for short content, i love this community.
leona request for my mutual, cuz leona is the birth day boi
HIII GUYS, SORRY FOR THE HIATUS, THE COMMISSIONS HAVE ME TIED UP
in the deserts, it gets cold at night so how do you think Leona, Kalim, Jamil, Ruggie and Jack would deal with their s/o sleeping over. S/o has really fluffy blankets from their own dorm (if you’ve seen their pictures, their blankets look thin and not fluffy). They bring them over and then cuddle into their boyfriend, and it’s the coziest both have ever been in their life and they’re both not gonna want to get out of bed for classes next day? (S/o struggles with this normally in their own room cuz it’s their blankets).
Desert nights
Sypnopsis- In which Y/n gets cozy with their boyfriend Jamil, Kalim, Or Jack!
A/n - there’s not warnings for this fic! Sorry but I was unable to write for Leona and Ruggie I’ve been writing so much for them. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE REBLOG if you enjoyed. Feel free to request!
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“I’m here!” You text him waiting at the side entrance of Savannaclaw/ Scarabia. You heard about the desert getting cold at night but this was ridiculous it had to be about 40 degrees. You shivered holding your blankets as close they could possibly be. And soon you were let into the warm lobby never being more thankful to see your boyfriend.
TWST Incorrect quote #77
Deuce: "Hey, Mc, have you thought about having children?"
MC: "..."
MC: "Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it"
Deuce: "But we're not childr-"
MC: *already distracted* "GRIM, PUT THE FIRE DOWN!"
Brandy and Paolo Montalban as Cinderella and Charming
Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella” (1997)
Descendants: The Rise of Red (2024)
Descendants: Wicked Wonderland (2026)
A Beauty and her Beast of Choice
Chapter 1
Starring: Beast!Sukuna and Huntsman!Toji
Synopsis: You (the town bookworm) is engaged to Toji, the strongest most egotistical curse slayer protecting your village. In a state of desperation, you make your way through the forest to escape, and find an abandoned castle where a monstrous creature with 4 arms and 2 mouths resides…and weird talking furniture?
CW: mentions of vomit (sorry)
Notes: Finally, Chapter 1 is out!! I had so much fun writing this and the prologue so hope you enjoy. I’ll try to update once a week. Not beta read cause I’m lazy, so some small edits will be made later ✌🏾
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A sorcerer's greatest weapon is the cursed energy that resides inside them. What is ‘cursed energy’, you may ask? It’s a form of spiritual energy that spills out of a sorcerer and is most powerful when said sorcerer is experiencing a strong negative emotion. This is different from most folk tales, which suggest that happy emotions like love or joy are strong enough to combat the greatest evils of this world. To understand the world of sorcery, we must dive into its most prominent characters. Characters born into honour, disgrace and failure. This chapter explores-
“You’re not reading that book again, are you?”
You look up from the pages in front of you and see the kind librarian staring down at you. You smile and remember your surroundings, a dusty library that smelled of wood, pages and you. You had become such a frequent visitor the last few years that your rose scented oils had seeped into every nook and cranny of the place.
“I just can’t put it down,” you say with genuine enthusiasm. “To think there are beings with such power inside them, enough power to fight the curses-”
“That’s enough of that now dear,” the librarian interrupts. “You know you’ll get into trouble for such radical ideas.”
You sigh in defeat, aware that your village was not the most progressive when it came to magic. Ever since the rise of invisible beasts named ‘curses’ began terrorizing the village 10 years ago, people had been consumed by a permanent state fear. No one had any idea as to why there were so many, or what brought them to our village almost over night.
“I appreciate you looking out for me, Mr Hiroshi”, you reply honestly “but the opinion of the villagers is none of my concern. The only way to live a better life is to clue ourselves up on the matter of spirits and where they come from. How to fight them.”
You were very passionate about the matter. You’d been bookish your whole life and curious to a fault. Interested in how the earth kept spinning and how everything came to be. You were well versed in botany, physiology, astronomy, poetry and spoke Latin, Greek and Arabic. In your world, it was uncommon for girls to be so well educated, matter of fact many of the girls in town could only read the names of their family members and not much else. No one knew how you managed to absorb knowledge like a sponge, especially since you weren't raised too differently from the other ladies around. You assumed it was because no one cared enough to find out. All that mattered was that you were odd, an outcast that didn’t fit the image of a respectable young lady.
“Why concern yourself with such matters when your fiance is so strong and capable?”
Ah, right. Your fiance.
You were engaged to Toji Fushiguro, otherwise known as ‘The Curse Slayer’ as nicknamed by his numerous fans in the village. You weren’t his biggest cheerleader, but you acknowledged that he was a behemoth of a man. Matter of fact, the word ‘man’ in reference to Fushiguro could almost be insulting. He was a raw powerhouse with strength akin to the Gods you studied when reading about ancient Greece.
“Just because he has strength, doesn't mean I need to forget about building my own.”
Two years ago today, the Curse Slayer stumbled into your village, looking for a place to stay the night. Your father (the mayor) suggested that he was welcome despite the failing crops and therefore limited food. Not a wise decision at the time, but he was so good natured that he couldn't turn a man asking for help away. He informed your now fiance, that the crops were failing as the small number of farmers we had, had been killed off due to beasts that had been rampaging our home for 8 years now. Toji said it wouldn’t be a problem, and he was not lying. During the next attack, he had effortlessly stepped in and killed, no, slaughtered the curse that had been loitering around the town hall using mysterious weapons no one else could wield. The town celebrated and offered him permanent residence. The curses still appeared from time to time but they were promptly handled, by the demigod himself. The more curses he destroyed, the more favour he got with the townspeople. They’re building him a statute, a museum and bla bla bla whatever else.
“Maybe you should give him more of a chance, dear. Your fathers owes him his life and the lives of every soul in the village.”
Fushiguro wasn’t just a warrior, but he was handsome too. Pitch black hair, an impressive build and a face hand carved by whatever deity was up there. You probably looked like a spoiled brat for not being over the moon about being his future bride, but your ambitions were not with marriage. There was a whole world outside your tiny corner of the earth, a world with sorcery and culture and scientific knowledge that you may never have access to! You didn’t have time to cook, clean, pump out six or seven kids then rub his feet at the end of the day.
“If my father owes so much, why don’t the two of them get married.” The librarian chuckles, always so amused by your spirit and outlook on the world.
He uses his brown walking stick to hobble over to a seat, opposite to where you’ve been crouched on the floor amongst the shelves. You wouldn’t be surprised if your butt cheeks left an imprint in the dust, as you had been sitting here for hours.
“Mr Hitoshi,” you begin with caution. “You’re the only person who loves books here as much as me. Even including the men who were given a sufficient education. How can you stand this place, when you know what's outside?”
He thinks over his answer, used to pondering loaded questions from you. “I started my family here. My daughter was born in the local temple, my wife and I spent 3 nights together in our little home close to the farms and I managed to own the town library- an ambition I've had since I was a boy.” You contemplate his words in your head, wondering where this was going. “My family and ambitions are all here. I understand there’s a world out there I may never know, but I believe I was put in this corner of the Earth, because my happiness is here.”
You never thought of it like that. When phrased this way, you feel almost ashamed for making fun of this town in front of him. He had managed to live out his dreams here, why were you struggling so much? He must’ve noticed the look on your face, as he interjected.
“Everyone is different. There’s no shame in dreaming of more than you have, especially when you’re so young.”
The use of the word young throws you off. Most of the girls here were married at 16, and at your ancient, decrepit 21, you were seen as more a leach to your father than a young girl figuring out life.
“Thank you.” You say simply.
“Any time, my dear.”
You enter a comfortable silence where you hold the book in your hand, and skim the title once more, ‘The Sorcerers Amongst Us’. If they truly existed, where were they? The book mentioned that their main job was to fight to protect those who couldn’t and yet your village was defenseless before Fushiguro. There was so much you couldn’t quite understand and it was jarring to no end. How was he able to fight them as he did? Is there something you’re missing, something that’s-
Your train of thought is interrupted by the squeaking of a chair, and Mr Hitoshi's walking stick.
“Where are you going?” You ask with interest.
“My wife says she needs help clearing up her stand after the festival.”
Shit! The festival! How the hell could you have forgotten?
“Ah crap, I was supposed to be there with my father and Fushiguro!”
You practically fly off the floor in a hurry, clutching the book in your hands, darting around to find the shelf it came from. “I thought you knew and were making a rebellious decision not to go!” Mr Hitoshi said honestly.
“Even I have my limits.” You were scurrying like a headless chicken looking for your satchel. You could’ve sworn you were sitting right beside it!
“Is this yours?” Mr Hitoshi lifts the shabby brown bag and holds it in your direction.
“Yes, yes, that’s mine!” You nearly snatch it out of the poor man's hand and dart to the library entrance, hoping your father won’t be too cross with you. You’re half way out the door when you remember the book is still in your hand, what’s wrong with you today?
“DoyoumindifIleavethishere?” Your words blur in your panicked haze as you point to the little table in front of you.
“Keep it,” He answers straight faced. “You’re the only one who reads it, anyway.”
Your brain freezes for a second, the panic that had swept you away before settling down. “Are you sure? I couldn’t possibly-”
“These books are your only assured way of seeing the world outside of this village. I’d give you more but I know you won’t let me.”
A watery smile graces your lips and before you know it, you’re reaching out to wrap the old man in a bear hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll take the best care of it, I promise”
He lets out a soft chuckle, “I know you will,” He breaks the hug and gives you one of his signature smiles. The kindest smile you’d gotten from a villager that’s not your father, “Now shoo, you don’t wanna get in any more trouble young lady.”
He’s right. You give him one last smile before hurrying out the door and stuffing the book in your satchel.
You speedwalk for about 10 minutes before you reach the town square, the sun already leaving an orange trail as it retreats for the night. You were so fucked, but hopefully you’d be less so, if your father sees you made an effort to get here as soon as you realised. You speed up a little more, the townspeople shooting you odd looks as you pass.
“A peculiar girl that one,”
“That’s the bookworm I was telling you about!”
“Yes, the mayor's daughter! Engaged to the Curse Slayer, that one, lucky girl.”
It didn’t really bother you anymore, as people always spoke about you due to your odd nature. You pass the little old lady selling eggs and the boy haggling fruits. The market would close soon, and people were trying to get in their last little bargains.
Finally, you spot your father and Fushiguro outside the Shushi next to the waterfountain.
“Hello.” You were so lame in times of panic, and painfully awkward.
“Hello, to you too, daughter. You were supposed to be here 4 hours ago.” Your father couldn’t be intimidating if he tried, poor guy. The real reason you were nervous was the 250 pounds of pure muscle next to him, not that you think he’d beat you up or anything, but damn he was just… big. You look up at him and give a curt nod and apologetic smile. He looks down on you with a blank look, his shaggy hair falling into his eyeline. You never really could get an accurate read on what he was thinking. He was a bit older than you, and despite his handsomeness, you could obviously tell. He wore the hardened expression of a man who’d seen the worst life had to offer, and scars of all different shapes across his arms, not to mention the particularly noticeable one across his lips.
“Ya know, it’s pretty fucking rude to stand up your fiance, brat.” He scolded you like he was older as well.
“Don’t call me that, and I'm sorry.” You spit, any genuine remorse replaced with irritation.
“Now, now no need to be so hostile to your fiance my dear,” your father breaks the tension between you and Fushiguro. “Let us all enjoy a drink and calm down. I’ll have a more stern talk with you when you get home, young lady.” He wasn’t an intimidating man, but getting in trouble was inconvenient and incredibly embarrassing. Most women had their third child by now and were the scolder not the scolded. You didn’t necessarily want any of that, but you had to admit, not being married made people treat you like a child sometimes, or like a child that was also a senior citizen.
Fushiguro opens the door to the Shushi, allowing you and your father to slip inside. “Thank you, Fushiguro.” You huff out.
“You’re welcome, doll,” You throw up in your mouth a little at the pet name, “And if you’re gonna be my wife, you can call me Toji.”
There’s a small commotion as soon as your ‘future husband’ enters the establishment. The townspeople (who had no shame already in your opinion) began hooting at the mere site of him. The most annoying oif the bunch were the triplets, who were notorious for fawning over Fushoguro. Drooling mouths and eyes filled with unrestrained lust. They were beautiful girls, truly, with golden blonde hair and petite frames. Your fiance could probably lift the three of them at the same time if he wanted. Looking at girls like that always did make you feel a bit envious. Just because you didn’t want to marry, didn’t mean that you wanted to be an ugly invisible shell. You didn’t know where you stood in terms of beauty, your shining reputation overshadowed your appearance for better or for worse.
“Good evening, Toji” one of the triplets drawled, her voice dripping with seduction, clearly meant to enhance her already sultry feminine wiles. Now, you didn’t want to marry Toji- you’d sell him if you could- but flirting with another girl's fiance right in front of her was rude. He gives them brief acknowledgment in the form of a wave which sends them into a squealing heap.
“ I can call you Fushi? It’s a cute nickname, so I think that’s a good compromise.”
He rolls his eyes at you, “A lesser man would forbid you from leaving the house after making such undignified comments.” He spits out the word amidst the otherwise lazy drawl, as if he knows he couldn’t care less about what was dignified or not. The triplets however, shoot you a dirty look for displeasing such an obvious catch.
“It’s better than what you call me? Who tries to romance their fiance by calling them ‘brat’?” You brazenly reply.
The men raised their glasses of whatever fermented wine they were drinking, as Fushiguro walked by, singing praises for his ‘magnificence’ and ‘unparalleled strength’.
“It’s not flattering, but it is fitting.” He smirks to himself, clearly proud of his flawless logic.
Your father leads you to a table in the back, private and out of site from the otherwise unruly establishment.
“I was hoping that the two of you would get to speak at the celebration earlier, but since there was a delay,” He pauses to give you an unimpressed look, “You two can catch up now.” He gives the both of you a once over, proud at his match making, and leaves to consult with whoever the mayor does.
You and your finance sit in an uncomfortable silence. Your fingers drum against the table, thinking a form of movement would make things less awkward between the two of you. It didn’t. You decide to be brave and speak up,
“How was your day Fushiguro?”
“Fine.”
Nice chat. You weren’t so self absorbed to think that he was thrilled about this as well, but marriage was different for you. He was a curse slayer for goodness sake! He had tons of knowledge and glory and god knows what his life was like before he stumbled into your village a couple of years ago. Speaking of, an idea popped into your head.
“Hey, Fushiguro?” He cocks his head to look at you, an unimpressive look across his face. You weren’t dissuaded.
You reach into your raggedy satchel and pull out your book, laying it across the table. “You know how I like to read, right?” He cocks his brow, as if to say obviously but he looks down at the book in front of him, his eyes scanning the title.
“Since you slay curses and all that, I was wondering if you knew about..” Your sentence trailed off as you took in his face. His eyes were completely frozen on the title, his face unmoving, but still etched in shock. This is the most vulnerable expression you’d seen from him, and you didn’t know how to approach that. Maybe if you kept talking he’d snap out of it.
“I found this book in the library a few months ago,” You look at his face to check if you had his attention, “I’ve reread it about 4 times now, and I find something new everytime, but I was wondering if you’d explain-”
“No.” His voice was gruff and stern, a certain tone you hadn’t heard from him before.
“It won’t take too long, it’s just chapter 4 keeps talking about something called ‘six eyes’ and I-”
“No.”
“Okay, that's fine. If you don't want to talk about chapter 4, we can speak about
He abruptly stands, his fists slamming into the table below him. His face swallowed in anger looking down at you. You and the man had a complicated relationship, but never once had you been the object of his wrath.
“I said no.”
People around you go quiet, greedy eyes taking in the spectacle. You stare on in shock, never had you expected this type of reaction from him. His main emotional states altered between smug, focused and indifference.
What stings the most isn’t your fiance's intense mood swings, or the embarrassment building in your chest, but your fathers lingering gaze. He looks… disappointed. Your father hadn’t exactly embraced your nature growing up, but he never looked disappointed.
You look around again, heat rising to your face as everyone stills and watches. “Toji,” You hope addressing him by his first name will soften him a bit “I didn’t mean to make you so angry, could you please tell me where I misspoke?”
He stands straighter, avoiding eye contact with you as he goes to walk out the bar. People part a path for him, as if he were some deity and, you suppose, he kind of was to them. Before he leaves he lightly grabs your fathers arm to whisper in something discreet into his ear. His eyes widen and his attention quickly turns to the book plopped on the table, unaware of the destruction it (you) just caused.
Shit.
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Despite the diversity of talent across sorcerers, not all of them are created equal. There is a disproportionate amount of strength amongst them, and some will go down in history whereas others will be forgotten, as if they were no different to non-curse users. A noticeable example of this is Ryomen Sukuna, otherwise known as the disgraced one, and the current king of curses. In simple terms, Jujutsu society is run by a handful of clans which all propose a main ruler. Sukuna is the main exception to this rule, as he claimed the throne with his sheer strength alone, despite being in the same generation as a user with both the six eyes and limitless technique.
You had reread this same passage from chapter four twice over, excluding all the times you’d read it when rereading the book. Why was Fushiguro so angry at the Shoshi today? Was it pent up anger because you missed the festival? You don’t think so, he doesn't take this marriage as seriously as anyone else does in the village. Did you bring up uncomfortable memories? He never spoke about what the thirty odd years of his life were like before he entered your tiny town. Where did he learn to fight all those curses? Now that you think of it, he should be happy to explore the book with you, you were going to be his wife after all.
A knock on the door snaps you out of your ruminative trance, and your eyes peak upwards as you watch your father peak his head around your bedroom door.
“May I come in?”
You nod and he enters the room, standing a bit awkwardly.
“Toji told me what happened in the bar. About that, uh” He stumbles slightly, as if the mere mention of the stack of folded paper was an awkward conversation. “The book, yes that’s right, the book you had today.”
“I have books everyday.” You respond dryly.
“Yes but it seems this one brought up particularly strong feelings for Toji.”
You saw that. Everyone saw that.
“Your point father?” You’d definitely regret being so dry and unresponsive in the morning, but you were so emotionally drained right now, you couldn’t bear to exert yourself any further. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed sheets, book in hand-
“I think you need to forget that book.”
You’ve never felt more rejuvenated in your life, nearly giving yourself whiplash with how quickly you sit up.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s just that, well- honey I’ve always tried to be supportive of your interests, no matter if I understood them or not but, as your father, I have a responsibility to look out for you. That means acting in your best interest even if you don't understand at the time.”
You weren't a child. You could make your own decision just fine!?
“This habit,” He spits the word as if its more a shameful kink than a hobby, “is not doing you any favors.”
“All I asked was a question. A question on a topic I thought he’d be interested in. That’s what married couples are supposed to do, right?”
You’re struggling to look the man in the eye. This habit was your only way of travelling and understanding. You couldn’t just give it up because it made small minded folk uncomfortable.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, but if you are to survive after I’m gone, you need a respectable husband that can protect you from the evil spirits that walk amongst us!”
“If you let me learn and read i wouldn’t need Toji to protect me-”
“Enough, daughter-”
“No, not ‘enough’, I’m trying to explain to you-”
“You need to listen to me-”
“The book explains something called ‘cursed energy’ and ‘sorcerers’-”
“Listen to me, daughter-”
“I will not listen to absolute crap-”
“You will shut your mouth and listen to me now!”
You’re still in shock. Your father has never raised his voice so aggressively toward you before. You feel tears prick in your eyes, tears that were already waiting to fall from the humiliation you suffered earlier tonight.
“You are to burn that goddamn book before I wake up tomorrow morning! You will also write a decent and courteous apology to Toji, for being a bad wife and stepping out of your place.”
Your bedroom door slams, and the tears that were waiting to fall run down your face freely.
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The moonlight's illumination was the only light guiding you as you led your trusty horse, Philipe, out of the stable. You do a once over before you mount, ensuring you brought the essentials. Back up cloak, bread, water, lamp and your book, tucked safely into your satchel. You only had a few hours before day break, and had to move quickly before someone caught up to you. You lead the horse a few more steps, uttering soothing words and praises to your only ally left.
As someone who prided themselves on being intelligent, you were self aware enough to understand this wasn't your brightest idea. Matter of fact, this was one of the most impulsive decisions you’d ever made in your life- but you had no choice. Your father was the only support system you’d ever had and that’s just gone up in flames so you had to leave. There were many things you were forgetting, such as saying goodbye to Mr Hitoshi, your weekly chores that needed finishing and other mundane things that seemed so trivial now.
This wasn’t just impulsive, reckless and extreme, it was also dangerous. The Kaisen forest was a death sentence for most and the curses that lurked within would be the unmerciful executioners. The fact that they were invisible wasn’t helpful either. The more you think of it, the more you wanted to turn back, but your horse was already trodding on, loyal to your commands despite your own hesitance. The book said something about not all curses being equal. Hopefully, you would run into a few weak ones and outsmart them? Dodge them? Maybe you should’ve thought this through before packing as soon as your father went to sleep, but emotions have always gotten the best of you.
Even if you did make it out alive, where would you go? You could go to a sister village nearby. They may even know who you are. You could say you got lost doing… something, then ask to stay for a few days. Your father would surely be contacted and then, when he’s close, you would escape to a new place going further and further away. Maybe you’d even be able to leave the continent. You heard that France was particularly lovely this time of year and-
A twig snapping from behind tore you away from your thoughts. You feel the blood in your body drop to your feet and your senses sharpen, almost as if you were a guard dog who’d been made alert of an intruder. You’d learned about the flight or fight response in your physiology book. Your body was made to survive potential threats and predators. Yours was clearly broken, since you had yet to fight or flee the scene and instead were thinking of a book you read once upon a time.
Thankfully, your horse is still in touch with its primal instinct and it darts through the trees, running for the both of your lives.
The wind whips in your hair and your eyes sting as dirt and air are brushing past. You cling to Philipe, panting as if you were the one running. You’re not sure how far you’ve come, but your village is long gone and you were officially in the deep parts of the forest.
The atmosphere was miserable. The tree branches twisted into uncanny shapes and you felt a presence with you no matter how far Philipe trotted. The horse was catching its breath, and you were using this time to take in your surroundings even more. If you had a chance at survival, you had to be vigilant. The presence that's been following you has gotten stronger. You thought you were just being paranoid but it feels like a vengeful soul is closing in on you. The hairs at the back of your neck rise to a stand as a gurgling sound plays in your ear. This was really creeping you out. You almost feel sick to your stomach. The human body wasn’t made to handle so much fear at one time. You learnt that curses respond to emotions such as these, the fear you’d experienced earlier most likely attracting more.
Your mouth had gone painfully dry, your eyes nearly building out of your head as you felt the presence begin to multiply. This would be the perfect time to alert your steed of the danger, but your fear has made you freeze in place. Luckily, your horse understands the severity of the situation and charges as fast as he was before.
In your frightened state, your hands had begun to sweat, the reigns becoming slippery and uncomfortable. Philipe wasn’t doing too well either. His strides had become messy and uncoordinated as he still needed time to recover from that burst of energy. To make matters worse, the feeling of nausea sitting within you wasn’t going away. What was manageable at first, has become unbearable. Your stomach twists and you feel the bread you nibbled on rise in your throat. What the hell was going on? Two minutes later, you were fighting full on body tremors whilst your horse raced onwards, focused on getting you out of the unfathomable danger you were in.
Little did you know, the danger was about to increase as Philipe- ungracefully- leapt over a branch at the same time your body shook from revulsion. You didn’t even feel your hands slip off the reigns as they did, but what you did feel was your head hitting the cold, hard floor beneath. You groaned out in pain at the contact, and again from the vomit that had seeped out your mouth, collecting on your hair that’s sprawled out next to you. To make matters worse, the presence(s) you felt earlier were still there. Closing in. Your vision goes blurry, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Surely if you closed them now, and allowed yourself to rest here, it would be the end.
Your life didn’t flash before your eyes, like you expected it to. You didn’t rethink your choices or see a blinding light to transport you from one plane of existence to another. The theology texts you read all had different accounts of what this moment would be like, but you didn’t care for any of those explanations. You didn’t feel anger, resentment, relief or even peace. You just felt nothing. A calm nothing overtaking you in waves as you closed your eyes. You didn’t make it far out your village, but at least you tried. And that was the main thing.
