Ju just ga, go. Were the last words our fearless leader said to us before he before. Tears were streaming down her face as we left him lying there, dying. People think Im a little oblivious because I dont speak, but in truth, I notice things about people and my environment that no one else does. Except maybe her. I held her close as we walked down corridor after corridor, trying to find someway to escape. Tears rolled down my face as well, he had been our leader, our friend. As I was saying, I notice things like the fact that
As I lay there, pain rushing to every nerve ending in my body, I watched them go. It was better this way, I kept telling myself. Better for who?! The pain was I cant even describe it, and I brought it on myself. Being so pig-headed, so stubborn, why didnt I just listen to them when I had the chance!? I am so stupid! I shouldve just What was that? I struggled to turn my head in the direction of a scuffling sound. She was just standing there, looking horrified. She knelt near me. Who, who did this to you? I couldnt speak, I could hardly breath. I just lay there, loosing consciousness a
I woke up in a bright, almost glowing place. All the pain I had previously been experiencing gone. I touched my chest, nothing, nothing to show my previous injuries. Not a trace. I looked around at the white nothingness that surrounded me. I couldnt see anything. Hello?! I yelled. Hello! Thank you. I turned to see nothing. Thank you for giving them something to believe in. I turned again, still, nothing. Then, I was certain where I was. The spirit world. I was dead. Dead. It finally happened. After hundreds of near misses and plenty of times I SHOULDVE died, I was r
Suddenly, there were others too, hundreds of them, all thanking me for giving their children, nephews, nieces, something to believe in. Thank you for making my son a leader. I knew who this man was as soon as he spoke, Sneers father, I had made him the leader of the Freedom Fighters when Smellerbee, Longshot, and I left. Jet, Jet. I was whirled around by an elderly woman, I knew who she was, she reminded me too much of Smellerbee. When you get back down there, She pointed down at her feet, my eyes widened, back? Whatd she mean when I got back? Back where? You tell my little Cecilia
Come on, wake up! I yelled at him, I had gone to the trouble of dragging him from the catacombs and to my house, the least he could do was NOT DIE ON ME! Listen to me, I dont even know this guy, and Ive been trying CPR for the last twenty minutes. Breath dang it! I screamed. Suddenly, he gasped for air, sitting up. We were on the floor, the only flat surface I could think off, even though it had bumps and dips in it from ware and tare. He gripped his chest in pain before turning to me and grabbing my arms, good grip by the way, screaming Send me back! Oh great, I rescued a crazy person.
They had been celebrating for a week, we had been commemorated, but Bee and I only sat in for one day of the festivities. She was too sad about Jet. I try to console her, but nothing seems to work. Weve decided to return to the Hide Out to see what the Freedom Fighters are going to do now that the war was over. I got a letter from Sneers saying that most of the others were moving on, but a lot had stayed. Well spend one more week in Ba Sing Sae before leaving
Why cant I stop crying? Why cant I let Longshot help me? Why cant I be me! Smellerbee of the Freedom Fighters. Ruthless assassin, hunter, warrior. What is wrong with me? Yes hes dead, but its been long enough for me to not be mopping around like this! Ra! Never have I seen a wall riddled with so many holes. I keep throwing my knives at it. Ill pay the landlord for the damage later. I dont care right now. Soon well be heading back to the Hide Out, back with the others. Good. I could use some familiar scenery. I hate it here. Now I know how those farmers cows felt inside their fences. I know th
So, what were you doing down in the catacombs anyway? Julip asked me as I sipped a mug of tea she gave me to relieve the pain. I dont think it was working. Helping a friend. And they left you there? She jumped up, I had been rescued by a crazy person. No, I told them to go, and then I told them to go too. Who? Smellerbee and Longshot, my friends. Oh I held a mouthful of tea in my mouth for a little while before swallowing. Longshot wouldve loved this stuff; it tasted just like that goop he used to brew at the Hide Out. I hop
Longshot and I rode silently in an ostrichhorse wagon weighed down with food and supplies. The forest passed by slowly and a hogmonkey called in the distance. Three days have passed since we left for Ba Sing Say. One week and a day since Jet died. Well hold a memorial when we get back to Head Quarters. I took his swords, he wanted me too, to remember him by he didnt say it but I just knew he wanted me to have his swords and for me to lead the Freedom Fighters. Now that the war is over, I wasnt sure was I was going to do. I had untied his arm plate as well; it sat in my lap now, bundled in tearstained
It had been about a week since well you know, and I was sitting in Julips house, bored, she had stepped out to patch a wound or heal the sick or something or other. I starred out the window of her apartment, which sat atop a restaurant owned by a nice old couple. The scent of food constantly wafted up through the floor. By then I had learned to ignore the urges to run down there and devour everything in sight. On the street down below, people were rushing from stall in to stall, in and out of stores and what not. Julip lived in the middle ring of Ba Sing Sai, taking care of the old man that half owned the restaurant in exchan