The Fox and The Human
By Any Unborn Child
For some reason, that morning, the sun did not greet Apollo as it normally did.
Usually, as Apollo woke, the ruins of the city amidst his gaze, the sun was the first thing to meet his fiery eyes, as if trying to match the fire in his spirit, surpass it even. The sun challenged him; its rays made him strive to become something better, something greater, and something that his friends would be proud of knowing.
He lived for his friends.
He lived for his pride, his spirit.
He lived for himself when the sun was out.
This was not the case today – the sun was hidden behind a curtain of dark clouds, the mist emanating from the pores of the vapors proving to be very stifling, dampening Apollo's mood immediately.
Gah. He hated rain.
It was stupid.
It didn't serve any other purpose than to water the land.
It sucked.
Just then, amidst the pings of the raindrops on the wrought iron, Apollo heard a stirring.
What could be?
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see it – a fox. It was still, its stealthy gaze set on the human a few feet away from him, its reddish fur almost akin to the color of Apollo's hair.
For a long time, the fox and the human just stared at each other, the animal in curiosity, and the person in confusion, as the rain continued to make them soaked to the marrows of their bones.
Why…
Apollo blinked once, and the fox was no longer there. Frantically, he looked around, almost to the point of getting onto his hands and knees, searching through the iron for any proof the creature was actually there. Frustrated, after a long time of searching through the ruins of the city before him, the joints in his hands raw and bloody, he snorted in contempt, and went back to find his friends.
The reasons they, the fox and the human, were stuck to the earth for that moment of time were foreign to them, but they did share a complex tangent, a fiber that made them the same.
They were animalistic.
They followed their instincts.
All the machines in the world wouldn't be able to figure their destinies out before they could – their destinies were their own.
