CHOICE SIX (END)
The unicorn walks at a steady pace just a little way in front of you. There’s enough distance between you both that you would be unable to reach out and touch the magical beast. It leads you through the trees and over small streams never going fast enough for you to lose sight of it.
The sun has now climbed high over head, but you don’t feel the least bit tired. In fact, the longer you follow the unicorn, the better you feel. You lift your arms up with no trouble at all and notice that the bruises from the encounter the night before have vanished as though they were never there. It surprises a genuine laugh out of you, and you begin the run after the unicorn, catching up where you’ve fallen behind. It speeds up as well and soon you’re both running joyfully through the woods together, your laughter ringing out like a bell.
Some time later, the unicorn slows to a stop. You halt as well, coming just shy of toppling into the creature. Reeling back a little, you straighten and try to catch your breath. The run was exhilarating, and you gasp for air with no little amount of satisfaction.
As you stand there, five more unicorns emerge from various points in the forest. Each one is as stunning and marvelous as the next. Once all six stand before you, they speak together with one voice. Their single voice is nothing but a whisper, soft and sweet, but you can clearly make out every word.
“We are six, but we are meant to be seven.”
It is not a question, but you can feel their anticipation as though it is alive and swimming through the air, caressing you.
“But I’m not…”
Your mind is a whirl with possibilities.
As though they understand exactly what you mean, they reply: “That is not a limitation.”
“But why?”
A sudden rush of thoughts and pictures is unleashed in your mind. You can feel their suffering pouring through you as though you are one of them. They truly were meant to be seven, one for each day of the week. As six, they are diminished. It breaks your heart.
“You are young with promising talent. As the seventh, you would do well.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can’t keep your mouth from hanging open. The enormity of their suggestion weighs on you, but it is not unpleasant. This is the type of opportunity you had set out to find when you embarked upon your adventure. Actually, it is more than that. You had hoped for something small, maybe, to get your name out their a little more, but this?
This sort of thing only happens every so often. You’d be a fool to waste this chance.
THEME: BLENDING
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The sun has now climbed high over head, but you don’t feel the least bit tired. In fact, the longer you follow the unicorn, the better you feel. You lift your arms up with no trouble at all and notice that the bruises from the encounter the night before have vanished as though they were never there. It surprises a genuine laugh out of you, and you begin the run after the unicorn, catching up where you’ve fallen behind. It speeds up as well and soon you’re both running joyfully through the woods together, your laughter ringing out like a bell.
Some time later, the unicorn slows to a stop. You halt as well, coming just shy of toppling into the creature. Reeling back a little, you straighten and try to catch your breath. The run was exhilarating, and you gasp for air with no little amount of satisfaction.
As you stand there, five more unicorns emerge from various points in the forest. Each one is as stunning and marvelous as the next. Once all six stand before you, they speak together with one voice. Their single voice is nothing but a whisper, soft and sweet, but you can clearly make out every word.
“We are six, but we are meant to be seven.”
It is not a question, but you can feel their anticipation as though it is alive and swimming through the air, caressing you.
“But I’m not…”
Your mind is a whirl with possibilities.
As though they understand exactly what you mean, they reply: “That is not a limitation.”
“But why?”
A sudden rush of thoughts and pictures is unleashed in your mind. You can feel their suffering pouring through you as though you are one of them. They truly were meant to be seven, one for each day of the week. As six, they are diminished. It breaks your heart.
“You are young with promising talent. As the seventh, you would do well.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can’t keep your mouth from hanging open. The enormity of their suggestion weighs on you, but it is not unpleasant. This is the type of opportunity you had set out to find when you embarked upon your adventure. Actually, it is more than that. You had hoped for something small, maybe, to get your name out their a little more, but this?
This sort of thing only happens every so often. You’d be a fool to waste this chance.
THEME: BLENDING
boxed | spittingfish | nyaza | raiindust | longerthanwedo