[Mkguild] Life As We Know It VI

[Jack Moore]

Life As We Know It - VI
Chamomile’s eyes burned in the sun light.  Another night of failure,
failure in work and in sleep.  All that experimenting and she had again
failed.
'How early is it?  Too early.'  Actually the middle of the morning, a
couple of hours before noon.  Chamomile had spent the whole day in a fuege
state.  Things happened but they failed to register with her mind.
'I gotta fix this.  I should be cursed too.' Chamomile, collapsed against
the wall of a building. 'It’s as much my curse as Nasoj’s curse.  I can fix
it.' She rubbed her eyes. 'I’m a failure.  I’m a loser.  I can’t fix
anything.' Those are the words of the damned, said to convince yourself,
not the world.
Chamomile stumbled forward from her place against the wall.  The sun was
too bright and the Keep too loud. 'How can anyone focus on anything with
all this noise?  It’s like a barnyard in this Keep.'
Pushing through the crowd was a Clydsdale male, no shirt and pants in
ruins.  Kneck scabbed with cuts. 'What was he carrying, a yoke?  No, maybe
a weapon.  Oh God it’s a weapon.' Chamomile looked at his tail bouncing up
and down. 'I need another long fur sample but he’ll kill me.'
When you are in the state between wakefulness and sleep, your body may act
before your brain as the chance to stop it.  Chamomile was in just such a
state right now.  Her brain wanted a hair sample from the horses tail.  At
the same time it was trapped in its own fear enduced fantasy.  She had to
act fast!
The Clydsdale man let out a loud equine noise of shock as Chamomile yanked
on his tail.  He spun around to see the much smaller woman, still holding
on to his tail.
“What in the many hells do you think you are doing!?” He asked, snapping
his tail out of her grip.  Chamomile didn’t respond.  Instead she continued
to stare at her hand, where the horse tail had been.  The Clydesdale jerked
her all the way up.
“I said what are you doing?” There were now three battle scarred horses,
spinning around in front of her.  Their six eyes almost glowed with anger.
'I’ve made him mad.  He is my victim, they all are come for me.' She rubbed
her eyes to help keep herself awake. 'Too many sleepless nights.  I’m so
sorry for what I did too you...' The Clydesdale flicked his tail up,
catching her eye. 'I want to apologise to all of you.'
“Are you okay?” The horse asked.  His expression shifted from one of anger
to concern.  “You don’t look alright.  Is their anywhere I can take you?”
 The three came into focus briefly, causing Chamomile to stumble backwards.
 “Woah!” The horse grabbed her shoulder.  “Okay, you’re not well Miss.
What’s your name?”
“How long have you been cursed for?” Chamomile asked.  The horse froze,
seemingly unsure of how to answer the question.  He scratched one of his
pointed ears.
“Uh for five years.” The Clydesdale asked.  “I…why do you ask?”  Chamomile
shook her head.
“It’s my fault.  Five years I can’t return.” She said.  “I can fix
everything you know?  I just have to focus and I can-I can fix the world.”
 Now the Clydesdale took a step back from her.  She could hear his heart
beating.
“That’s…really good.” He swallowed.  “Why don’t you go and fix everything.
I’m just—
“Murderer!”  Chamomile’s heart skipped a beat.  She turned behind her and
saw the crowed that had gathered.
'They’re corpses, still living.' Each bloodied, each bruised and each
accusing her?  No, none bloody but one accusing her. One in front pointing
at her.  Now Chamomile smiled.
Yes...rest...
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://lists.integral.org/archives/mkguild/attachments/20170127/9a4dcc89/attachment.html>