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Poison

I don't know why I let people in my head sometimes. I've shared the stories, as I see them, about the conflict that I experience in my mind, through the stories of MOTM, and though people tend to think they can relate, they always get concerned, surprised, unhinged when the characters change. Xanth is my mediator, the one who is friendly and approachable, who tries to help people. Trynn is a darker shadow. Soft spoken, direct, reclusive. Yeah, my mood swings. So when people think they understand, they get the concept but can't seem to handle the reality of it, such as it is. The stories don't make my moods, my moods inspire the stories. Sometimes it seems a little diabolical....


Lan wandered around the tree, circling the patches of tall grass, sniffing here and there. Trynn watched the fox as he came down the stairs spiralling the tree. Reaching the bottom, the elf asked, “looking for something?” A small smile touched his lips as the old fox skittered sideways, impressed as always at his ability to walk unnoticed, even by someone who’s senses were as keen as Lan’s.
Lan regained his composure and snuffed through his nose. “There’s been a fox here,” he said, sniffing the ground again.
Trynn laughed softly. “Of course there has. It’s you.” Lan ignored the taunt. The two of them had been friends a long time, and Lan knew, with wits, Trynn was formidable. His sense of humour, on the other hand was often dry and sarcastic. “Actually,” the elf continued when Lan failed to respond to the taunt, “I did see one this morning. She was scrawnier than you.”
“When?” Lan looked up, his eyes lowered as he scanned the tree line surrounding the clearing. He raised his head a little and sniffed the air, trying to locate the visitor.
“It was early. I came out for a pipe and saw her wandering around the tree.” Trynn paused and patted his pockets. “I thought she was you for a second, until I tried talking to her and she bolted.” Finding his pipe, Trynn pulled it from his pocket and clamped the long stem between his teeth. He was still smiling to himself when Lan suddenly ran to the edge of the wood.Xanth had just cleared the trees and stumbled, falling to one knee. Lan was already halfway through the cleaning when Trynn let the unlit pipe fall from his mouth and started to limp to his younger friend. By the time he reached Lan and Xanth, Trynn was winded from the exertion, and dropped shakily to his knees to come face to face with Xanth. The old elf put a hand on Xanth’s shoulder. Xanth looked up at him, through hair that hung in his reddened eyes, pupils wide and sweat beading on his forehead. “Hel,” Trynn swore. “He’s been poisoned.”

posted by September @ 10:10 AM