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Esma had had a dream few days ago with details so vivid that she dwelled on the events that had transpired long after. It had started within a familiar setting of her Riverclan home. She had followed, what she believed to be mom around, preparing items for sacrifices, until suddenly she had heard a voice calling her in the distance. Mom had not seemed to notice and for a moment there Esma had stood mid-step, feeling conflicted. Part of her yearned to follow her mom as faithfully as she had all these years. But the other responded to the voice calling her and the pull was so strong that she knew, if she did not come and find out, she would regret it forever.
The dream had ended, but that feeling had not left her since. She went about her days in Riverclan just as she had been used to before, but there was a sense that there was something missing that she had to find and it was not in her home, but elsewhere. It would have been a lot easier, if the voice had given her directions, because now Esma spent days, wandering around the nearby territories of the Lost creek hollow, hoping in vain to hear the same voice again that had instilled so much longing inside her heart.
This was, how she had reached the Witch's marsh. A muddy wasteland and mosquito hell during the summer-time, but a frozen landscape during the winter. Unsure of, what to do next, Esma had sat down on the edge and looked in the distance.
Esma had had a dream few days ago with details so vivid that she dwelled on the events that had transpired long after. It had started within a familiar setting of her Riverclan home. She had followed, what she believed to be mom around, preparing items for sacrifices, until suddenly she had heard a voice calling her in the distance. Mom had not seemed to notice and for a moment there Esma had stood mid-step, feeling conflicted. Part of her yearned to follow her mom as faithfully as she had all these years. But the other responded to the voice calling her and the pull was so strong that she knew, if she did not come and find out, she would regret it forever.
The dream had ended, but that feeling had not left her since. She went about her days in Riverclan just as she had been used to before, but there was a sense that there was something missing that she had to find and it was not in her home, but elsewhere. It would have been a lot easier, if the voice had given her directions, because now Esma spent days, wandering around the nearby territories of the Lost creek hollow, hoping in vain to hear the same voice again that had instilled so much longing inside her heart.
This was, how she had reached the Witch's marsh. A muddy wasteland and mosquito hell during the summer-time, but a frozen landscape during the winter. Unsure of, what to do next, Esma had sat down on the edge and looked in the distance.
Ask before skipping. Esma was born 3/5/23
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Orion - by Esma - January 31, 2024, 05:00 PM