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Pieces of ornately carved rock dotted the banks of the worn and the dusted road. Their number increased as he went along it further and further, each bigger than the last. He could see them rising on either side of him when he looked ahead and squinted. Parallel rows of small broken towers. They escalated toward a square ruin of what once was a secluded sanctuary. It was swaddled with the decaying boughs of the surrounding pines, almost hidden. Its four walls and roofing had long since collapsed but fragments of it remained, standing incomplete and disassociated. Only the door frame remained untouched. A flat marble pedestal sat in the middle of the desolate chamber flanked with a water basin on one side of it and on the other a fire pit, both long arid. He stood upon it and saw the moon's amplifying glow through the opened roof.  He set his pack down with the sword and walked toward two looming statues standing in opposition to each other as guardians bordering the ent...

He kept on the path, looking down with measured, punctuated steps. His feet tread on ingrown roots and a carpet of moist leaves and pine needles. A breeze passed through the woodland and tapped his face. When the thicket started to encroach him he picked up a spare, sturdy branch and began hacking away at the firth. As he laid waste to foliage clad with spiderwebs and berries a fevered determination rose in him, something deep rendered long dormant that was beginning to make its way into his tendons. In his mind he pictured a rolling pasture with a tall farmhouse standing on it just past the forest. Children were at play. A loving family lived there and when he staggered out of the wilderness they would call him out and embrace him. They had to be there, he thought. Salvation was out there, for the only other alternative was death. This place would deliver or devour him. He continued to cut away.  He came out through the thickening bush and into a small clearing. It was bathed in...

The shore was white, leading to a deep forest sheared sporadically with amber and burgundy. The boy lay almost unconscious in the boat. For days he had drifted aimlessly on the sea, searching in desperation for any signs of safe harbor. Another fruitless day reaching its conclusion, he remained motionless even when the ark began to rock forcibly. He lay still there in his hamper as pieces of driftwood and stones collided with the vessel, swaying it further and further. When he could ignore it no longer he lifted his head and looked at the coast he was rapidly advancing toward. No sooner did he get a glimpse of the land that was beckoning him that the hull fractured and the boat capsized, dumping him in the water. He sunk in the ocean, disoriented. Among him plummeted pieces of wood that once made his bed. He looked up and saw the mast falling on top of him and he frantically swam out of the way. He found his pack floating in the midst of the murky brine and he grabbed it and swam wit...

Gavin awoke suddenly. He dreamt of being in a wilderness, hot and overgrown, not knowing where he was or where he was going. In fear he scampered out of his bed and walked toward his door, barely dodging the child's playthings that adorned his room; wooden weapons and toy soldiers. The door was closed; light flickered out from its frames. He approached it cautiously, hearing low but familiar voices beyond. It was his father and mother. Their voices were quiet but desperate, their inflections resounded deep worry and conflict. Never before had he heard murmurs like these. He pressed his ear to the door.  "...He can't stay here", he heard his mother say.  "Why?", the father asked.  "You know why. He'll die here."  "He'll die anyway. At least we'll be together."  "You can't mean that."  "And you do? You want to cast him out, let him go alone."  "He has a chance out there. He can find hel...