okay so i was thinking about ahuru, as one does, and i was thinking about how much i don't want her death to just. be keika's backstory, yknow??
like i don't want to reduce her to just the main characters motivation, which is why i try to give her so much life in any scene she's in. but i think i wanna like- so, ahuru's death literally shapes nobodies hero, right? there'd be no story to tell if she hadn't been killed. and that's kind of a Big Deal to me.
so i think i'm going to symbolise the fuck out of birds. foreshadowing or whatever.
like when keika first meets mattie- he's in priah and he still doesn't have his memories back. he decides to go for a walk, just wandering through the mushrooms and the woods and then all of a sudden a game bird gets shot with an arow right in front of him. and when he looks up, he sees mattie with a bow and arrow, and that's how they meet.
and then in the next book it's revealed that Mattie is, technically, responsible for ahuru's death. it wasn't personal, in the same way hunting that bird wasn't personal, it was just...self preservation. they just shot an arrow and watched it land.
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I need motivation to keep writing it so uhuhssbsjfb take this snippet of my story before I stop writing it 👍
"It was on purpose, wasn't it?" Lynx mocked, her face scrunched up with bitterness in her voice. "She trusts me! She told me herself, she does!" Lynx angrily flicked the lighter open and shut. Snap, snap, snap, snap.
"I did what I was supposed to. It's not my fault she's too blind to see that!" Snap, snap, snap. She was walking in circles on the railing of her perch, high enough to see miles of open water. She loved it up here. Made her feel as though she were one of those white birds she'd seen as a kid, flying above the destruction. Safe. Free.
Snap, snap, snap. But she wasn't free- and she certainly wasn't safe. She was still trapped here, whether Marine was trying to imprison her or not. Still trapped with those visions, with her.
The burning person stood next to her, watching her take laps around the railing. Watching her with those blue eyes, the blue eyes that still reflected the fire.
"That isn't fair, you know," Lynx said, waving a hand in front of their face. "You weren't even there for that! You were not my fault. You shouldn't be here! You shouldn't!" She was yelling now, wishing with all her might that the vision would fade. But it doesn't.
No matter where she ran to, she was never truly alone.
Snap, snap, snap. Snap.
Lynx hovered the flame in front of her, the light illuminating her face. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to the being across from her. Slowly, gently, she extended her hand. The fire flicked up and down, the light dancing right through the vision.
it got closer. It was right in front of them now, hovering directly under their chin. And then Lynx stopped. her hands shook, and she begged for them to raise just a little higher, but she couldn't do it. Real or not, she couldn't do it- not again.
"Not again, not again, not again, NOT AGAIN," she shouted, hurling the lighter over the side with a blood-curdling scream.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't go I need you you- you keep the others calm, you keep them away," Lynx sobbed, leaning her head onto the pillar. What she would give to hug the being.
Dramatic kid, Lynx thought, the memory brought with it like an ice-cold wave of snow. But she couldn't help it. The tears flowed freely, her nose sniffling. She slid down the pillar, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Dramatic kid, dramatic, dramatic dramatic. Pick it back up. Pick it. Back. Up.
The thoughts swirled around her, seeming to consume her whole. PICK IT UP! She placed both her hands on her head, her nails digging into her scalp. She fought miserably to keep the memories out of her head, but they leaked in anyway, taking her back to the cabin. Taking her back to them.
Miserable sobs escaped her lips, and she wished she could tear her head open and rip the thoughts out with her bare hands. She felt the heat of punishment on her back, as though she were in the cabin now, apologizing through blood-stained lips. She felt the cold rush of air on her face as though she were still dragging boxes through the snow, frostbitten and terrified.
She let out one final screech, launching herself upwards and towards the railing.
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