The Spot

Lily sat in the hall with dried little tears on her fur. She stared at the other wall that made up the corridor. Hares, old and young, passed her by, unseeing to her small form. She ignored them as they did her, their long legs and ears a world away from where she sat. Only the breeze from the window nearby touched her as she looked continued to look at the other wall. Time was but an illusion to her as the day went on and on. With another sniff she brought her small arm up and rubbed at the black fur that surrounded her eyes, her small ear giving a twitch at the feeling of rough salt going across her little face.

She then brought her arm down and continued to stare at the other wall, many hares walking past, with just a few stopping to talk about classes, special friends, and family doings every now and again. All of their voices, their words and mannerisms were lost on her blank stare as she continued to look through them, at the single spot she looked at all the time. And she waited, as she waited every day and night, staring at the spotless stone.

More hares walked by, more hares stopped to talk, some even kissed in front of her, their hands roaming over each other's bodies before they broke apart and continued on their way. Salamandstron was a place filled to the brim with all kinds of hares, young and old, teaming with activity every waking hour. Her home in this mountain full of long eared creatures was the place she sat, in one of many halls that led to class rooms and education. But she did not know that for she ignored it all, as she always had, always staring at the spot across from her.

The stone was clean and perfect to the naked eye. Tiny crystals imbedded into the wall even shimmered as light passed over them each day and night. But like many things the stone was once dirty. It was like a child's hands, one moment covered in dirt, the next squeaky clean from washing them. It was a simple thing to clean what once was, wiping it away as if nothing had ever stained it. However Lily knew that the spot she looked at each passing hour of her life was once filthy and dirty, stained crimson with blood…Her blood

"Fee, fee!" She cried out, pushing herself up against the wall, her leg useless from the blow of the hare's stone. He was standing over her then, his saber raised high into the air. "Fee Ackie nike!" She begged him, tears streaming from her small eyes. "Fee Ackie Nieeeaah!" Her cries turned into screams as he plunged the saber deep into her small and broken leg. "Feeheheee!" The child whimpered one last time, hoping he would understand.

"Vermin." He replied before bringing the blade down again, and again, and again, and-

"Fee Ackie nike? What does that mean." A voice asked. Lily's eyes slowly opened from her nightmare to the place she always looked at. There sitting in her spot was a hare child, and he was looking directly at her. He tilted his head to one side before repeating her last living words. "Fee Ackie nike?"

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