?

It is Quiet, here in the void. Some time ago, you may have considered this a good thing—a moment of peace between the action-packed ones. Now it threatens to eat you whole. You are afraid. Afraid that you may lose yourself here.

Inhale*

So once again, you begin to recite…

"My name is Clover. I'm 14. I was- I am the fastest in my village. I like going to the library on weekends. I can't stand the smell of smoke. I-"

You begin to wonder. Were you the best candidate? And did you make the right choice, accepting the role you were given?

Static glitches in the background. And slowly fades into a ringing sound.

Memory one:

"Clover! These dishes are still dirty." *A voice called for you.

"I'll do them now, $#5 ."

You remember this day well.

They turn to you and say, "I'll be out for a while. After You get those done, Start dinner."

"Yes, $."

It was your 12th birthday, and you had your work cut out for you. It seemed like a beautiful day outside.

"Oh, and Clover?"

"Yes?"

"I better not catch you not at home and find an hour later at the Libary."

"...OK."

Though you expected to spend it completely Inside.

Sometime later…

Memory two:

You set down a big pot of batter. You can practically taste the unbaked biscuits. You loved Breakfast night after all. You start whisking the batter, Calculating.

If I can Put the biscuits in the oven in 5 minutes, they take 30 to bake, and the library is 5 minutes both ways combined, then I have 25 minutes at the library before I have to get home, then-

Your train of thought gets cut off by knocking at the door.

Or $%# can come home early and give me hell for not getting everything done.

You got the door, unlock it, and state,

"Did you forget your keys again $%$#?"

You look forward and see 2 kids your age. If you remember correctly, Brother and sister.

"Oh. Hey Guys."

Memory 2.5:

"Heya, Clover. We just wanted to let you know, that…"

the one who started talking stopped, seemingly looking for words. The Second picked up where the first left off.

"What %$# means here, is that the Dragons chose you."

You Go pale. The shock had hit you hard. You freeze looking for some sort of way out of death.

There are none. You look at your feet. And ask,

"When's the ceremony?"

The first replied "Tomorrow."

"Well, can't say I'm not Relieved or Terrified. Thanks anyway."

The two wave a somber goodbye. You wave back and close the door.

"Tomorrow, huh? Well, make the best of it. Make the best dinner tonight. Read your favorite books. Because you might as well be already dead, Clover."

The Next day…

Memory 3:

You get into your favorite outfit. You debate taking your scarf and hat. You take them anyway. %$ Told you to hurry up and change. You do. After a 10-minute walk, you arrive. Your heart goes into your stomach. They Tye you up and You glance at your gaudring. They don't even look like they care. They push you. And you go the direction they pushed you in. you arrive and they run.

"Schof. Cowards."

Every year they do this. A random one. You Hope that next year $%# gets picked. But that's just a hope. You decide to talk to your self to, well at this point you don't know.

"Can I even stand up so I can run? Could I have brought a knife? No, rope's to thick."

After a good while, a dragon spots you and descends. It's Purple. You didn't even know they came in Purple. Oh well, You learn something even on your death bed (Or Cilff).

"Sigh. Just do it allready."

But it didn't. It just hovered there. Making a Weird face at you.

"...What? Wondering if this is my doing? Well, I technically have the nerve to be Bessed by the Moons and get chosen to be Gosh-danm Sacrificed for Litterly No reason! So no. It's not my fault I'm stuck here. So do what your gonna do."

The dragon held a claw up and you brace for the worst. But it didn't cut you. It cut The Rope. You stare at the dragon in disbeflife.

"W-Why?"

The dragon gave a smile and flew off. You decide it's best you be off to.

Memory 4:

Two years have past. Your still wearing the same clothes. And Now You are fighting to survive as long as you can. For The Inconts behind you. You have made a pact with your self divliver Justaice to all who need to be Judged for their sins.

"Back! Get Back!"

You shoot at the monsters with your (Somewhat used) Revolver. The Monsters have swords and won't let up You Keep shooting until… The world goes dark.

The Void:

Bad Memores surround you. You wish you could fight back but you couldn't. It looks like The Darkness might eat you Whole After all.

But then Sombody Came. a Light came from strait a head. It's a shade of teal. You Gasp and stand up. You didn't know you could do that anymore. You run towards it. Somebody might meet the same fate you. And so,

You

Awser

The

Call.

Kindness