Insomnia

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I land softly and my feet curl out, so I sit quietly. I breath out heavily, and wrap my cloak around my tighter. I start to sob. He can find me now. Every time I use my magic, he can find me easier. All he wants is to find me. I'm scared, so very scared. What would he do to me?

I pull my bag off my back, and lie with my head cradled in the dent. I squeeze my eyes shut, but only keep them closed for ten seconds. The forest is alive with sounds and it keeps me up.

I pull out my bow and quiver and sit, cradled in my cloak, under the rough branches of an oak tree.

My eyeids are heavy, and all I can think about is sleep, I can't fall asleep.

Can't fall asleep...

Can't fa-

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