Bring Me Back To Life {OPEN}

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The curly haired brunette walked along the cobblestone street of the European city she was in. Where was she now anyways? Judging from the language, a Germanic one. Switzerland, Germany or Austria. It really didn't matter. Having to jump around to avoid monster attacks was wearing her out, but at least Discordia tried to keep her comfortable while being on the run. A small drizzle began. Great. Felicity pulled the hood up on the jacket she nabbed in the previous city. She left to train, and that was what she had been doing. Right now was just a break from the rigorous training she had set up for her working with Shadow manipulation. Feeling the shadows within the body, it made her feel powerful, worth something, she just wanted more of that feeling. Of actually being recognized. Maybe she had always been this crazy and she just tried to hide it, it came out before, and now it was coming out again.

"I miss Remus...." Felicity ended up thinking out loud as she hugged herself, crossing over a bridge with a river underneath, she stopped and walked over to the railing, watching as the rain hit the water, giving it an almost shiny appearance. She really did miss Remus, and regret leaving the way she had. How many excuses had she come up with in her head to make it seem like it was okay for her to leave. Millions. But in reality, what she did was selfish, and she knew that. She was being power hungry and chasing after it, releasing herself from the rules and regulations New Rome and Camp Jupiter had set upon her. But still, she left behind her life, her identity. Maybe she could always figure out where Edmund was and steal him on her little adventure. Then again, she wasn't even sure if he survived the war and even if he had, whose to say he wasn't at the praetors chopping block?

Perhaps she should just run into a shadow and show up back at Camp with a great big entourage of people and claim it was for the television show Punk'd! She sighed as she crossed her arms and placed her head on the railing of the bridge. That was absurd. Still, what Apollo had told her was running around in her head. That if she kept on the path she was on, she could end up being a monster one day. And the vision. It still haunted her at night. True, Discordia tried to console her afterwards. But Felicity still questioned it, herself. She hated this, the stupid life of a demigod. What was it worth anyway? To be born and raised only to find out you might not make it to your twenties.

Felicity glanced around. The streets were pretty much abandoned thanks to the rain. She looked back at the river underneath the bridge, how deep was it? The rain made the water rush, probably had enough force. All of a sudden Felicity found herself climbing over the rail, being on the opposite side, holding on and looking down. Even if the water didn't have enough force, there was probably some servant of Neptune there to drag her to the watery grave. Her stupid Uncle, both of them. Stupid father. Stupid life.

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Notes: So.... yeah.

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Aub, Germany. It was a quaint little town situated on the Gollach River. A nice place for a visit. However, Prometheus was not here to take in the sights. Foresight had its definite advantages. He’d been keeping a close eye on the Felicity Weingarten case for a while now, especially since her faked death. Sure, he knew what was going on, or at least the gist of it. And that was enough to grasp his interest. After all, he could tell what was going to happen, but he couldn’t tell the motives behind it. Minor flaw in the whole foresight business. He had personally seen her ‘death’, as that had been one of the times that he had not been visiting the infirmary. After all, when something big is about to happen, one does not run and hide, especially if the event holds special interest. So yes, he saw it. He saw the aftermath, the devastation, the surge of emotions that led to victory. But he didn’t know why. And that bothered him.

Not only that, but he knew something else even bigger might happen tonight here in rainy Aub, and he would be a fool if he wasn’t here for it. Mostly because he had vested interest in keeping it from happening. He rather liked Felicity, daredevil that she was. She was basically his opposite: quick to act, loathe to think first, all that sort. She fascinated him, and he wished to help her. Without that insane woman, Discordia, around to spoil it. He wasn’t her biggest fan. He would have visited Miss Weingarten earlier if that woman wasn’t seemingly always on her tail. Though he was lucky that in this instance, she was nowhere to be found, probably terrorizing the nearby city of Würzburg. Unlucky for her though, as this left her volatile mind on its own. Thus here he was.

It didn’t take too long to find her, seeing as he could sense the potent presence of a Big Three child. Especially seeing as she was an unusually powerful Big Three child, thanks to her somewhat twisted pursuit of strength. Not that she needed it. But he had to respect her drive. Just maybe not now that she was failing herself in what she was planning to do. He didn’t know why she was going to do it, but he knew if he didn’t step in, it would happen. There really were very vicious, wild water spirits in that river, especially now that the rain was pushing it to minor floor stage. They were running – er, swimming – wild and throwing in a daughter of their master’s brotherly nemesis… that would certainly do the trick. If she wanted death, it would come that way. But not on his watch. His umbrella open in one hand, he approached her from behind and held it out over her head. “Before you go and do that, might I ask for a small conversation, Miss Weingarten?” he said just loud enough to be heard over the rain. In a situation like this, he didn’t particularly want to scare her, which might result in her falling to an unintended doom.

Tag: Felicity
Word Count: 527
Notes: Remus really wanted to come to the rescue… I had to force his muse into a box. So I sent Prom to do the job instead. ^^

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Felicity noticed the rain not hitting on her before the voice spoke. She kept her eyes on the water. She could easily get out of the conversation with Prometheus,all she had to do was jump. How long did it take for a person to drown anyway? Felicity knit her eyebrows together as she thought for a moment. She didn't really have the courage to jump, to end it all. There it was. Felicity, the daughter of Pluto, king of the Underworld, was scared of dying. She gripped the railing tighter. Besides, Prometheus deserved more than to come out all this way to see her commit suicide. She owed him more than that. After all, he was the person who found her after her memory wipe. Plus, she always found him good company. Probably the only titan she liked, immortal for that matter, at least before she came to better terms with Discordia. Either way, Felicity took a deep breath. "I guess." Her voice came out in a slight squeak before she cleared her throat and repeated the statement, trying to sound cool and collected.

She turned, slowly till she her back was facing the water and pulled herself back over the railing, being back on the side of safety, leaning against the railing some for support as she suddenly felt her body go a bit heavy. Was she really that scared of her what she was contemplating? She glanced at Prometheus. How did he even know she was.... oh right, forethought. Same way Apollo knew she wasn't dead, he had that prophecies thing going for him. It honestly surprised her why people weren't already dragging her back to camp. All they had to do was ask any immortal with connection to the Underworld. Although, maybe Discordia was doing something to keep them quiet. Yet another reason Felicity was thankful that crazy goddess was in her life. She had always pushed her to work harder, give into the powers and anger she had felt. True, Felicity had resented that for the longest time. But it made her better, in a twisted way. Discordia saw her potential and Felicity wasn't going to let the goddess who had given her so much done.

"Any particular reason you want to have a small conversation, or are you just bored?" Felicity asked with a harsher tone than she expected. Nothing against Prometheus, like aforementioned, she admired that titan, he was one of her favorite immortals. She was just wary of unannounced visits like this. Especially after the Apollo one. It had kinda put her edge. Even when Discordia said she was going to make Apollo pay it didn't help settle Felicitys internal struggle. It just made her question herself even more and become a little bit more scared. She hadn't been afraid of herself and her powers since she accidentally raised that army of the undead that one day she was extremely tired. The abundance of injuries that incident produced. Felicity hated herself and tried to keep her powers at bay and play happy and optimistic. She had put on a mask for almost a year before it crumpled. Oh well, it was weak anyway. Instead of following the path of weakness she was now in the pursuit of strength.

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Notes: So.... yeah.

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Prometheus couldn’t really blame her for the squeak to her voice when she responded. Standing on a thin ledge over murky, fast-moving waters was probably a little intimidating for anyone. Especially given what must be on this girl’s mind to put her there. Though kudos to her for getting it out a little more strongly the second time around. Yes, this was Felicity Weingarten, daughter of Pluto, once centurion, once quest team member he was talking to. He would be a fool to expect that such a young lady would be anything shy of extraordinary. And biting, apparently. He raised an eyebrow at her question and what it implied. She had meant for it to cut him, and it had – at least slightly – worked. He liked sometimes to think that he was tough. Tough enough to withstand a bird pecking out his liver for one, but not just physically tough and resilient, but mentally too. He had seen his fair share of difficult times, and usually he picked the winning side thanks to his foresight, but sometimes, like this last war, he had to stay neutral. It was a difficult and often lonely life. He really had no friends, unless one counted his airheaded brother, Epimetheus. They rarely talked though. So he relied on the mortals he talked to for company, as the gods were fickle in how they viewed him.

And, well, he had thought of Felicity as a sort of friend. ‘Wounds of a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.’ Or so said Proverbs 27:6 of the Christian Bible. Proverbs was a book he held in high regard, with the great wisdom it imparted. But that was a topic for another day. The point was, Felicity was his friend, or at least someone he trusted. So her cutting words hit him harder and rang truer than those of the people who were not on his fond list. He sighed. Some called him a fair weather friend, only there when everything was good and peachy. Maybe they were right. But he liked to think they were not so always. Finally, after a long moment of silence, he looked back to Felicity. “Is it wrong to want to stop the needless death of a friend? Albeit one who seems to prefer pretending dead if nothing else. All the same though. I prefer it not be the reality.” He shook his head. “However, if you so prefer, I will leave.”

Tag: Felicity
Word Count: 412
Notes: brutally short, but chock full of feels. Hope this works.

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Felicity knit her eyebrows at his words. Suppose the harsh tone had affected him. Gods, all she was doing was messing up thing after thing. Could she do anything right? Probably not, but it never stopped her from trying. If only she was like what Prometheuse stood for, and used some forethought before doing all of her reckless, unthought about endeavors. She gave a bit of a long sigh before looking at the titan. "No, I..." Felicity cleared her throat. "I wouldn't mind the company actually." Felicity finished, fidgeting a bit awkwardly. Was it weird to consider a Titan a friend? Maybe. She could only hear Edmund saying something negative about it in their usual sarcastic way or possible Remus giving a cautious warning as Prometheus was always a fickle god, trying to determine the winning side and stay that to save his own self. Regardless, the point was, those two weren't here and she really just needed a friend and if that came in the form of a titan, so be it.

"I wasn't actually going to jump. Well, I mean, I was going to, but I wasn't going to let myself die. Maybe, I don't know. I was still deciding. I had too much on my mind." Felicty shook her head. She wasn't even sure why she had decided to ramble that out. "Sorry, I don't mean to bother you with my rambling." She muttered as the rain switched from a drizzle to a downpour. Really weather? Not exactly helping the mood. But at least it kept people inside so that not a huge group of people yelling at her in German to not jump happened. Honestly, that would have been a bit frightful in itself as German was a bit of an aggressive language.

She was happy Prometheus had shown up anyway. Quite honestly, if he hadn't she couldn't honestly reassure herself that she wasn't going to jump. After all, she had been the one to walk over the railing and look down judging how quickly it would take her to drown and whether or not Neptune's minions would make it a quick death or a long one. Honestly, she thought that was stupid too. How the big three kids had to stick to her parents domain. Felicity would never be able to experience the gut churning event of a plane lifting up or the wobbly sickness brought on by the sea. She had to stick to the shadows, which, despite it being the fast form of travel between the three, always left her wanting a long nap afterwards, despite the mask she put on that she was fine, which, she was for the most past, she didn't get sick from it like she use to but that didn't stop her from fifteen minutes after a trip to have nonstop yawns and search desperately for a place to rest her head to take a nap. She glanced at Prometheus and couldn't help but ask the question nagging in her head. "How did you know I was here anyway?"

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Notes: It's okay. I loved it all the same

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Prometheus was okay with his status, which was unusual for a Titan really. Most Titans seemed to long for the Golden Age when they had power. Prometheus, well, he hadn’t really lost much in the fall of the Titans, mostly because he’d never really been highly regarded to begin with. It took power to lose power. In fact, his name had hardly gotten out until that fire incident at all, and that trick had gotten him mixed reviews to say the least. Which was what he was used to anymore. And he could see enough into the future to know that that wasn’t going to change any time soon. So he simply lived with it and moved on.

Felicity, though, that girl gave him a little hope. Her words about not minding the company brought the echo of a smile to his face for a moment. Yes, she probably knew his past just as well as anyone. It wasn’t exactly hidden. But Felicity, she didn’t seem to mind as much. Then again, he knew she had past deeds she’d rather forget as well, but honestly, who didn’t? “Then company I shall be.”

He fell silent and let her speak her piece, though, watching her attentively. He took her every word seriously, of course. Even if it was nothing more than, as she put it, rambling. Rambling was a better view on the heart than was carefully scripted words, he believed. Much more honest, more true. The harder you had to think about your words, oftentimes the easier it was to edit out that which was less appealing or more private. Rambling… well, it just all came out, following a stream of thought like a leaf traveling a river’s current. Said leaf did not hide where the river was flowing, but showed every little change and contour. Though he knew he was one to talk. Everything he said – everything he did – was well planned and thought out. It was just his nature. He shook his head at her apology. “No need to say you are sorry. I find it interesting to know more about what you are thinking. The mind is an incredible thing. And rambling is nothing but thoughts in motion let out verbally. Something I’m afraid I have never personally indulged in, but certainly see the value of. But that aside, might I ask what was crowding your mind?” He held the umbrella out so it kept them both dry. “Perhaps over a warm drink if you like?”

Prometheus tapped his chin at her question. “Well, I should think it somewhat obvious, or at least partially so. I am the Titan of Forethought. That, and I have been keeping an eye on you since I learned that you were alive. Your training efforts are admirable, trying to better yourself. Though it begs the question, how much better do you need to be before you are happy with yourself. There are, of course, a number of people left behind who looked up to you even with what you possibly set aside as minor abilities and weakness. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

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Word Count: 524
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Felicity fell silent for a moment at his offer of a warm drink. The rain was bringing a chill to the air and she would honestly hate it if she became sick while doing whatever it was she was doing. She didn't exactly have access to a doctor and it wasn't as easy as it might have been for someone wandering around a hundred years ago to just walk into a hospital to accept treatment without giving out any details of yourself. So getting out of this rain was probably a good idea. She gave a nod. "Yeah... perhaps over a warm drink." Felicity replied. She didn't exactly say she would tell him, just gave the possibility that it may happen. If she could confide in anyone right now it would be Prometheus. But she was never good at confiding in people in the first place. It took forever for her to even do that with Remus and yet she still didn't confide in him all the way. A quick memory flashed into her head of them both at the circus maximus before the war. She was struggling with her decision of training with Discordias methods, it was before Felicity decided and planned out her "death". She remembered telling him she would try her best not to die as long as he tried his best. Great, another promise she had ended up breaking.

Before she had time to mental beat herself up she listened to what Prometheus explained and ended up wanting to just face palm herself. She had done the same mistake when Apollo appeared the first time. Silly immortals and their ways to see into the future. It had upset her the first time Apollo had revealed it and then gave her that vision that still gave her nightmares. Then as Prometheus continued Felicity found an interest in the ground as she was able to list off names in her head of the people she had left behind entered her head. But that was beside the point and of course she knew she was stronger, but she had the opportunity to be stronger, to try to go where no child of Pluto had gone before. True, eventually her judgement became clouded as she pushed herself more and there was the occasion she had almost killed Chris because of it before he electrocuted her to snap her back to her senses. But she could control it now. Find a way to keep her judgement in line. She had been practicing on inmates, as was Discordias advice and it was easier because Felicity didn't have any connection to them but seeing their pained face each time made her want to stop and yell at herself to stop this madness but then there was the pull in her gut to keep going and it overpowered her conscious and the next thing she knew the inmate was dead and she found herself having a crazed smirk on her face that she quickly diminished as her senses came back to her.

Felicity shrugged. "I suppose. But there's always room for improvement." Felicity said before sighing and adding. "Let's get out of this rain." And she walked out from under his umbrella letting the rain hit her. She didn't want to accidentally let any water coming from her eyes be obvious as she had one too many memories enter his head in the past few minutes. Luckily enough she didn't think she was crying and the rain was soothing so she would be able to keep her composure even better once they got to the cafe, which, upon seeing the first one, Felicity grabbed the door and held it open for Prometheus.

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Notes: LaDaDe

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He watched her carefully. She wasn’t the most expressive person in the world, that much was obvious, but he liked to think himself good at reading emotions. Especially given the centuries he spent around mortals. That, and it was a bit of an old habit to study people. He liked to try and guess what people were thinking, but of course didn’t believe in verbally doing so like his annoying brother. Epimetheus… how often Prometheus wondered how they had the misfortune of being related. The fact that their domains were polar opposites of each other’s did help, but still. He didn’t like to claim that Titan as his brother more than was necessary. Which was also a reason why he had not seen him in at least two centuries. Epimetheus had a way of always showing up late to everything from peace rallies to wars. He wasn’t sure his fool of a brother yet knew about Saturn’s recent failure yet, for that matter. He held back a sigh. But back to the present.

Prometheus nodded and allowed a slight smile to show. “Good, good.” He kept his eyes on her as he spoke and, though she did not show it outwardly, the light in her eyes changed. Until she looked to the ground and he could no longer see said eyes. She was thinking hard about his words, or at least something. That much was good. Self-reflection was an excellent source of knowledge, he believed. He might feel bad for giving her such a downcast look about her, but in all honesty, he sort of felt she was in the wrong a bit, and any way he could help direct her with a little constructive criticism he was okay with. After all, the ancient – if of a different worldview – kind Solomon once wrote: ‘Wounds of a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.’ Prometheus sometimes wished he could have met that man, but that would have been disastrous to say the least. It didn’t take foresight to know that. Didn’t stop him from admiring wisdom when he saw it. If not properly applied wisdom, by the king’s own peoples’ standards even.

Speaking of using one’s gifts wisely, there was Miss Felicity Weingarten. She was a rather large question mark. He still doubted what she was doing was healthy for anyone. Limits were put in place for reasons. However, he wouldn’t judge until he knew more about it. Judgment was not his occupation. “A sentiment many people would agree with. However, one must be careful. A bird longing for improvement will eventually reach altitudes with air – or lack thereof – that can no longer support life.” He paused as she stepped out from under the umbrella, immediately contradicting her previous statement about wanting to get out of the rain by then stepping into the rain. Curious. He closed his umbrella and used it as a sort of cane as he followed her. When she opened the door for him, he smiled lightly and took the door from her. “Though I’m sure many of my colleagues would argue the idea, I believe ladies first, even concerning mortals. But thank you for the show of respect.”

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Word Count: 534
Notes: Scripture verse is Proverbs 27:6

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What Prometheus just said literally made her feel like the bird who had flown too hard and no longer had enough oxygen. To keep herself calm she took a couple of deep breaths as she walked and tried to make them as silent as possible as she walked. She shrugged at his statement as she held the door open for him and followed him inside. "It's whatever, really. I consider you a little above acquaintance so I was just being nice, that, and I guess for respect." Felicity said in a half mutter as she walked over to the counter of the cafe. She looked over the menu quickly before deciding on her favorite drink that she had found herself becoming slowly addicted to during her time abroad. "One peppermint mocha please. And, whatever he's having." Felicity said before gesturing towards Prometheus as she dug into her pocket to pull out the money. She wasn't going to let him pay and as soon as he order she handed over the money for it and waited for her coffee to finish up. Once it was done she grabbed the warm cup and let it warm up her cool hands as she took a sip, escaping into the sweet mint taste as it warmed her up from the inside. Almost like giving an inside out hug. At least she had some form of comfort right now. However, the remembrance for why she was here with the Titan of Forethought quickly brought her back to reality. What had been clouding her mind.

Was there enough time to even go into that? Better question, did she really feel like letting all that knowledge about her lose? She was so good at keeping it bottled up, which yes, she knew wasn't the best thing to do and it was eating her out from the inside. But could she honestly explain everything to this Titan without her sounding like some stupid, foolish girl? Not really, and she didn't really want to be seen that way. That was one reason she hadn't gone back. She didn't want to be seen as selfish and she was so worried that Remus would end up hating her. She just had a gut feeling that she was going to go back and he was just going to ignore her or yell at her. Whichever way it went, the ignoring or yelling, she would end up hating herself more so than she did now.

Felicity walked over and took a seat, looking up to see if Prometheus had followed. "I don't want to talk about what's been on my mind." Felicity admitted as she looked at the little printed designs on her cup as she kept her eyes off of the ancient titan.

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Notes: sorry, kinda short

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Prometheus entered the little café after her and took a deep breath of the sharp smell of coffee. He held back a chuckle at her words. A little above acquaintance. Well, he supposed he could accept that. Not many people wanted to be buddies with this particular Titan. Not even other Titans. So ‘little above acquaintance’ was probably pretty good. “Thanks.” He looked over the menu as well when he followed her up to the counter. He wasn’t really a coffee drinker usually. He’d tried black coffee back when it was a brand new thing. Although he’d felt significantly out of place in the dominantly Muslim town in Yemen back where it was first really brewed. He and his brother Epimetheus had gone there to investigate it, since Prometheus had had the foresight to know that it was going to be a rather big thing. That had been in the 15th century and the drink had been rather… well, disgusting. Well, it was a staple in the local monks’ diet, so what did he expect. There wasn’t exactly Splenda back then. It had been more something to do just to say he did it. Epimetheus loved it though. And Titans help them when he drank too much of it. A Titan who didn’t think things through at all, who was also on a caffeine jag? Not good. Maybe that was why he liked hanging out around Felicity. Not the caffeine jag part, but the lack of thinking things through. He didn’t want her to turn up like his brother. Last thing she needed was to leave the figurative pithos out in the open in plain sight.

“English Breakfast Black Tea, please.” He clucked his tongue as she handed over the money. “I could have paid, you know. But thank you.” He waited with her and, when it was ready, took his warm cup of tea and breathed in the lovely scent. It had been too long since he’d taken the time to have a cup of decent tea. He followed her to the table and took a seat, sipping his tea a moment as he regarded her solemnly. “I see. You must understand, though, that finding you in the predicament that I did find you does raise a few questions. I’m merely concerned about you. I assure you I am not one to reveal another’s secrets, however, if you feel you do not wish to talk, I will not pressure you.” He wasn’t so cruel as to torment his friend like that, unlike other immortals.

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Word Count: 425
Notes: pitifully short, sorry!

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Felicity merely shrugged. "I was just getting a closer view of the water is all." She half-muttered before taking another sip of the warm mint mocha. Right, because that was totally a good excuse. Let's go get a closer look at the water your Uncle has control of and you know darn well what would happen if you would have let yourself be submerged in that place for far too long. The spirits in that raging water were obviously not the friendliest.

But, it wasn't like she would actually do that. What did she have waiting for herself in the Underworld? Probably nothing good. There was nothing that would have come from dying, but then again, living was exactly the most awesome thing to be doing at the moment either. To close her eyes and see all the faces of the people she had been practicing her powers on. Sure, Discordia had told her they were rapist and murderers and going to end up dying soon anyway. Death row inmates. But still, the agonizing screams that escaped them. The way some of them looked at her. Sure, they joked about how a girl like herself could possibly hurt them, and that only helped feed Felicity's anger to perform the task, but she always felt sick to her stomach once she came back to herself. And no, it wasn't just from using her powers excessively. She was actually just disgusted with herself.

"Look, I'm fine. Really. Never better. Finally traveling the world. What more could I want?" Felicity tried to say confidently, but it probably wasn't there. Because there was more that she wanted. She wanted a friend. She wanted to be held by Remus again. Gods, she never thought she would miss camp as much as she did now. Even when she had been on the quest the longing wasn't this bad, maybe that was because she had friends with her and was still able to IM Remus in times of desperation. Now though, she was alone. Okay, not exactly alone. Discordia showed up from time to time but, in the long run, more or less alone. It was a depressing feeling. It made her cling more to the shadows and she could feel herself falling into darkness. It was a little scary, but there wasn't any light in her life at the moment to help pull herself out.

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Notes: it's okay, mine's shorter