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KERRICK

He resisted the pull. Fought the fever.

I’m not.

Going to.

Relax.

I promised.

Avry.

At times, he was everywhere. Every blade of grass, every tree, and each bush was him. Stretched across the forest, he felt every intruder, every animal, and each breeze. Pain from broken limbs and trampled grass pulsed inside him.

At times, he was nowhere. He existed in a void of light and sound. But he struggled against the nothingness and returned to the living green.

At times, he was everywhere and nowhere, teetering on the edge.

The voice of the living green spoke to him. Told him to rest. Told him to stop fighting.

Kerrick never liked being told what to do.

I’m not.

Going to.

Rest.

I promised.

Avry.

He resisted the pull. Fought the fever.