“The Knight of Xeo” – part 62: “A Budding Self-Reliance”

by Brianna G. Harte

I was inclined to do it again. It was so natural like I was born to do it. Or rather, like I’d been doing it all my life. I must have had a lot of fun before I was taken by the dwarves. The thought depressed my mood. Why did they have to steal this away from me? I shook it out of my head. No. They’re not going to take it away from me again. Not while I’m in this world.

I started leaping from tree to tree, initially just missing the branch I was aiming for each time I tried, but as I got the hang of it, I was able to make it to each tree. In the midst of my discovery and joy, the wind picked up, strong enough to push me off to the side. I lost my footing. I turned my head, hoping there was something I could grab onto. I was going to be too low to catch the lower branch of the tree I was headed towards. There was no time to turn around to grab the tree. There didn’t seem to be any options. I collided with the tree, hard enough for me to not be able to think for a few seconds, let alone move. The ground was rapidly approaching.

Not again! I wish that Torret was around, I thought seconds before the impending impact. The idea of him being nearby was like thinking that anytime now someone was going to rescue me and all the other people who were essentially prisoners in that dark hospital. Well, maybe it’s more likely but still. I shouldn’t hold my breath. I made a quick decision before I became a pancake. I was going to try to save myself for once. Torret wasn’t always going to be there. The problem was time. I had only thirty or so feet remaining. I didn’t have time to waste on thinking. Instincts that the dwarves apparently couldn’t take from me were what I had to use. As I hit the ground, I rotated my body so that my hands touched first but didn’t stay there. Instead, I rolled off them, pushing off with them. The landing wasn’t exactly graceful, but I survived. I could ignore all of the dirt that now decorated my clothes.

“Quite the performance,” a familiar female voice noted.

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“The Knight of Xeo” – part 61: “Back in the Other World”

by Brianna G. Harte

Closing my eyes, I imagined myself seeping deeper and deeper into a void beneath myself, gradually letting my soul feel farther and farther away from my body. Each breath connected me more with that which was outside of myself. With exhaustion weighing me down already, it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. Just before my body went completely limp, I hoped that I could see Atikana again.

When I woke up, sun streaming through leaves above me stroked my face. As I pushed myself up, blinking profusely, I found my hand touching soft, green leaves. I turned around to find layers of leaves pressed together and acting as a hammock. At least, I thought so. I was free swinging, just hanging from branches. I tried to recall the last time I had been in this other world. The sight of the ground floor far below me shocked me into remembering. Of course. But why was I in a tree now? I remembered that I was on the ground, or at least a boulder on the ground, last time I was here. Despite doubting that I was the princess, did Atikana bring me back up and make this hammock for me? She wasn’t cold. She knew, or at least thought she knew, that I was just like her. A xeonia. . . or xeonian. I still wasn’t clear on what the difference was. Anyway, could she have cared enough to do this for me?

Seeing as she wasn’t anywhere close by, I decided to at least look around. I steadied myself in the hammock that was surprisingly sturdy for only being made of leaves. It swayed back and forth as a gust ran through the treetops, pushing my hair in my face. Taking a breath, I jumped upward, my arms outreached toward the branch above me. Apparently, I still couldn’t figure out how to just land where I wanted to. I overshot, breaching the canopy. For a seemingly weightless second, I was basked in the glow of the rising sun. A lake lay not too far off from where I was.

I came down, landing on a branch in a crouching position. Not really knowing where to go, I thought I should just look close by. I hesitantly took a first leap toward another branch, putting very little effort in. I almost missed. In order to make up for the distance, I instinctively put my arms up, using the energy to swing myself around the branch, and used my lower body to give me the extra energy I needed to bring myself to a branch one over. I landed with surprising ease.

How did I do that? I wondered, looking behind me with shock. It wasn’t scary at all. It was. . . freeing. Freeing and exhilarating.

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7-palabra escrito #3

por Brianna G. Harte

Hacia una puerta aislado viene mantas pequeñas.

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Un Regalo Abierto

por Brianna G. Harte

Un regalo que das,

Pero nunca envuelvas,

Vive en tu corazón y alma

Y tus acciones cada día.

Nada ostentoso

Pero vale el mundo,

Tejes en una vida

Hasta que la vida toma la cuerda

Y continúe lo que has tejido.

Algo que atesoras,

Aunque posiblemente no te dé cuenta

Puede ser la razón que un tejido roto

Transforme en una obra maestra.

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