{Okay, so I don't usually write fiction. It just dosen't really work out for me. But I was writing today, and I think it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think! I haven't done much editing yet, so forgive the slightly sloppy quality. Thanks!}

   She stared at him in shock. Then she whirled around and ran. She ran not knowing where she was, or where she was going to. Blinded by the past, she neither knew nor cared about the present. Over and over her memory recalled the moment. Dead. All dead. I should have been there; I shouldn't have left. They're gone. Dead. Circling through her mind, poisoning her dreams, these thoughts consumed her, and she ran until she could run no longer. Dropping on a mossy bank, she slept, and the first tears fell.

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A girl lay sleeping, cradled by a tall tree. To one side, a stream. To the other, a verdant grove, silent but for the light breeze teasing the treetops. Kindly eyes watched the girl, sent on an unknown misson which would steadily grow clearer. Settling down to wait, the kindly one kept watch, and prayed.