Lone Wendy: The Girl and the Forest of the Gods
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I finally reach the cavern again, and claw my way up the hill as the mecha try to blast me without damaging the machine.
I stand before the thing, half blind and weak. I need to destroy it, but have lost my spear. I pick up a large stone near it, pounding away at it. Beating and bashing away at every piece of it, but to no avail. My blows don't even dent it. With the mecha closing into melee range, I realize my only hope is to pull the shard free from the machine. I cringe before grabbing onto the ancient rock. The energy of it crackles through me, searing through my body and nearly paralyzing me. I keep my hold as bloody wounds erupt from my fingers, shooting down my hands and arms like molten cracks. Barely a thought left in my mind as darkness takes me, I tighten my hold on the shard, and throw myself backward with all of the remaining life force I have.
After a brief second, the shard pulls free. I fall back with it, tumbling down the hill as the machine incinerates itself, and explodes violently.
The shadows fade from my eyes after a moment of darkness as I find myself at the bottom of the hill, my body broken over sharp stones. I slowly lift my head and find the mecha fallen. Rejoicing for a moment, my whole body shakes before I uncontrollably gasp for air, and the world fades away....
Journal
I feel a warmth over me, but I'm so cold. I see a light, but it seems so dark. The machine is destroyed. Though the shard is missing I'm sure that the Gods will snap out of their madness, and my village, my mother, and Wil, will survive if they haven't been consumed already. My original purpose has been fulfilled, but along the way, something else happened that I didn't expect. My right hand shakes as I try to lift it, and remains. It takes all I have to write this with my left, but I must.
A sweet trickle of water calms me. A subtle sound of the streams echo through the hollow cavern, I find it beautiful. When I first came here, and stood unknowing in the dark, the sound of the stream was so eerie. My fear held me, and the primitive noise unnerved me. Now it soothes me. I am free from fear, to reflect upon myself with clarity. I find I'm missing, but new. I have shed myself, who I was, and I am now someone else. On my journey I focused on my goal and thought nothing of myself, but along the way I found who I was truly meant to be. Whether I make it out of here or not, I feel a part of me will always remain.
Farewell,
- Wendy
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About The Author
David grew up devouring fiction, watching the classics of both film and television, as well as experiencing the engrossing medium of video games.
But the worlds he observed didn't end on screen, he lived and expanded upon them everyday.
Later, in young adulthood, he began creating his own original stories, bringing them to life in expansive world building detail.
He grew up living an adventurous life, and has explored many states and their vast natural wonders.
His primary inspiration for fantasy comes from his time spent wandering the immense wilderness, but also late nights imagining the possibilities of the stars.
After attaining a bachelors degree in legal studies, David has focused on his inspiration for writing.
David now resides in the sunshine state with his pet chickens and many adopted cats.
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