A Wish I Never Wished For

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Defeated by an old foe... once more

Rising with extended wings and roars of determination, Luverne shook illusions of fear off of him. There was no way he was going to let down a shameless coward! He needed to fight monsters, not get defeated by memories he threw into the river.

Staggering up the hills away from the ruins of his battle against these memories, he found another worn place of shelter. There it waited for him. This fierce opponent didn't learn from what Luverne had done to it, and now the shadows launched themselves at Luverne.

Fragments of the past were rushing all around him, these scenes playing clear as day. The fragments consumed his back. The scenes overtook his vision, and his eyes were full of water tearing away at his person. Flashes of past waters that were used to lash him brought him down to the floor. He couldn't see that hideous pouflon, but she was attacking Luverne relentlessly with her flowing waves all over again.

The pain within his shoulders ached from the time before, and Luverne couldn't believe with his entire heart that he now had the ability to do the same. He too could bring someone to their knees with the very thing they drank if he wanted to. He didn't want to do it, but it was now an option to him even though he rejected it nonstop. He was sinking into a pond that had formed when it flowed out of his hair.

Why do awful desires come true?

"Revenge," he groaned. "There's no denying it! That wish for revenge I thought I rid of brought this to me! TERRIBLE!" His body squirmed as if trying to force out his control over water, but the water obeyed his unintentional command and splashed in the direction of an off-white wall. Going limp, Luverne concluded every move he made now would move the water around him, and frustration took the power out of him to even consider getting up. He panted, staring up at the dripping wall through an endless flow of burning tears. He couldn't get rid of this. What terrible point of the past decided to enter into his present and do this to him?

Through a steady path of time, one can take a walk to Snowhurst where this pastel pink pouflon was walking down the snowy road to meet with his sweetheart. Along this timeline, continuous moving pictures within golden picture frames fly by, all showing the normal days leading up to an unpredictable collapse of trust and commitment.