Four drabbles and a drabblet at the end

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Sometimes, I was taught, one has to sacrifice one’s own Purity for the greater good. Sometimes, one has to do that which is vile, in the name of the bigger picture. It was the duty of the Kin to abide by and endure this. It was not our place to question, and so I never did.

I dreamed of the Hero again last night. I dreamed of the darkness closing around him, of a thick oily ichor beginning to spread across his soul. I’ve dreamed that dream for seven nights now.

Is it still my place not to question and endure?

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I miss the Wolfling sometimes. More than sometimes, I think. Often. I miss how often he made me laugh. He was sweeter than anything I’ve ever known. But he’s gone now. He’s gone and I made that decision, and I shall stay with that. After all, what kind of fondness would I show for him if I had let him get brutalized by a Hero?

He is better off this way, and he’ll find another girl. I know he will. I wasn’t anything that special. I was just a girl, like any other, really.

But still, I miss him sometimes.

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The Music Man brings me hope.

I don’t know what else to say. He is strong and he is bright and he brings me all kinds of hope that I can’t even begin to put into words. I can try; I can say that when he talks to me about my daughter I feel like I am filled with sunlight and rainbows. I can say that his voice is like a song that stays with me, even after he has gone.

But all that is extraneous, isn’t it?

Instead I shall just say this.

The Music Man brings me hope.

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Melody has gone.

No one has told me this, but I know she’s gone. It’s a cold certainty somewhere inside me, a kind of gnawing emptiness inside my heart in the space where a woman with a ready smile and an endless supply of thoughtfulness used to be. It is a knowledge that creeps, that wakes me up at night, that haunts my dreams.

I don’t have very nice dreams these days.

Melody has gone. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I just know that she is gone and I am left with nothing but coldness and memories.

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Wolves need packs.

Wolves need tribes.

I am worried about my brother.