Need I say that I was scared? Sure, there were people, friends, surrounding me. Although I felt my lips curve into a smile I could feel the vast darkness inside me expand. No tears threatened to spill but our temporary split up felt like we were saying goodbye forever. It was my idea too. I just wanted the family to be happy. This way everyone could do what they wanted. Except me, who on my own free will volunteered to stay behind. How was I supposed to help plan an invasion? I grew up in a village that is not on any known map, what did I know about military strategy?
After everyone's departure I wandered the upper ring searching for some comfort and tranquility in the midst of chaos. The problem was I was the only one who seemed to view it like that. I found myself searching for familiar faces until finally I realized I didn't know anyone in the city. It hadn't really been a primary goal to gain new acquaintances.
I pushed through a crowd of people in front of a shop and hurried off the main path into a small cluster of trees. There was a small clearing in the middle and I lay down on the grass to find it sweetly cool. I'm not sure how long I lay alone in that clearing thinking of absolutely nothing but when I regained a sense of my surroundings darkness had fallen over the city. I looked up to find a nearly full moon illuminating the night sky.
Closing my eyes I could hear the insects singing their melody. I started humming along with them, creating a symphony of its own accord. Steps fell into place and soon my feet were moving all over the clearing. My body was swaying to the imaginary tune. The dance (if you could call it that) soon caused surprisingly cold tears to stream down my cheek. It was my release at that moment. All of my fear, hope, memory, hate, anger, and love were poured into my movements. Finally I collapsed into the earth and cried, letting it all out.
Soon, though, I felt two warm hands lift my face. The eyes I starred into replaced my emptiness with warmth.
