The Winds Lover

[cetra_aeris]

Aqua ran as fast as she could, Shuyin pacing right beside her. The forest was dark and glummy, the sun not able to penetrat the trees here. her heart was beating fast as she kept glancing behind her now and again. 'Hurry! It hasn't cought us yet because it has the scent in it's nose! We have to cross the River!'

Aqua only nodded and faced the front, her breath quickening as she caught a glimpse of the bumbling bear following them. Dark colored saliva poured from it's mouth as it half-chased them, half tryin to bash in it's own skull. The River would be ideal as Shuyin had said. Crossing that might be the only way to get away right now, although she wished she hadn't came on this side of the woods today. The other side was fine, but she insisted on going to this side and now look where they were.

The scent that Shuyin had been going on about had apparently reached the northern part of the woods surrounding Suiren. Shuyin himself had even requested a few times that she chain him up, only telling her to make sure he couldn't move. She'd thought it odd but she agreed, hating having to leave him outside at night, another request.

The River was in view and her feet moved swiftly, barely missing the roots and vines along the forest floor. She didn't dare chance a look behind her now. She didn't want to see the bear any closer or see if it had acomplished it's suicidal goal.

A tree lay half way across the River, unfortuntly on the other side. She didn't stop in her running, knowing that she'd need the momentum to jump, especially if she wanted to reach the tree. She didn't want to land in the rushing current.

Shuyin ran ahead of her, knowing like always what she planned to do. He jumped, reaching the fallen log with ease, yet he almost lost his footing. In the end he ended up jumping again to get to the other side. Aqua followed suit, and lept for the tree as soon as the ground ended. She felt sick to her stomach, unable to think straight and knowing that there would be no way for her to control the water now.

She made it onto the tree, but barely. She clawed at the bark, pulling herself back up, her heart pounding. She began crwling along the log, standing up once she got so far. She worked up the courage and looked behind her. The bear was hitting it's head against a tree, moving closer to the river. She turned back and moved forward, jumping off onto the other side. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, still gasping for breath. 'The bear is gone now, but the threat will still spread.' She heard Shuyin say, and shortly after she heard a Splash.

[Lady Rika]

Silk’s heart nearly stopped when he rammed her hand past the frozen snow, the covered olive grass and into the moist, cold earth. Her cut went threw a change, a metamorphic spirit of the earth licking her wound till it healed. Or that’s what went on in Silk’s mind.
When Kessler told her to trust him, she automatically felt as if she shouldn’t. She had never been one to follow threw with someone’s wishes, but he seemed different.
She didn’t know if it was his kind face or his powers to mold the earth to do his bidding but healing her cut made her see him in a new light. Then them traveling together seemed a much better idea then she thought before.

These thoughts rushed threw her mind as she ran threw the frozen forest. Winter had come so fast to the small farming village and it was most likely chilling and killing the villagers of Kaguya. And there starved bellies made it no better; Silk ran quickly. Knowing those ‘shadows’ she saw before were in truth the clues to let her know that the even more guards were coming. Ruthless, knife happy wielders of the kismet night.
Dusky, ashen gray tree trunks with long crooked arms that stretched up towards the aging vanilla sky; they too looked ready to destroy anything in their dead, mutilated territory.
She just hoped the other villages weren’t suffering like they were; dead corpses overflowing the water with disease and malice. Cows with darkened, rotting insides not fit for the ebony winged death eaters to eat.

Soon her legs were beginning to hurt, since it was cold and she tended to be more like the wild, flame that burned so long into the night…in short she did not like the cold.

“Alright!” she barked, stopping to catch her breath. Her chocolate hair lagging in face,, covering up her yellow eyes. Silk quickly pushed away her hair then turned to stare at the man who had saves, and healed her.
“We can stop running here…we should be safe from anyone trying to cause up harm.”

Silk continually stared down at the healed wound, she couldn’t understand what had happened, or how. The question she really wanted to ask was what couldn’t he do with his powers. Clutching her hands together for warmth, trying to make little spurts of fire spout from her freezing fingertips.
“So…” she began, while concentrating on the tiny reddish flickers rising, “How’d you do that…that thing with earth? What happened with the guard and my palm?”
As soon as the flames made little ‘talons’ coming her slender fingers she smirked at the thought of it actually being alive and for the most part in control, in her hands.
“And…how do you control your so well?” she demanded, the streak of jealously coming back to her; the girl with the wind, him. How many others could bend an element to their will and yet she could not even keep a single flame in her very hands for very long.
Her eyes burned into his, she longed to know his secret and more of his power to bend the land around him to hiss will. Silk also wished the girl with the wind…no the goddess of the wind would return to her side once more. She seemed to be wiser than even Buddha himself, to have know the secret to dominating the mighty burn inferno.

[Fehrant]

Out of sheer curiosity, she stood at the distance, to see what the girl would do. She, and the boy ran fast getting away from the village filled with madness, controlled by someone who had lost his composure long ago. Humanity showed its worst again. The guard scared to his guts called help, screamed, reported that people got away from the village, that monsters were part of the group. Who were those children with abnormal abilities? Had they anything to do with the killing wind? Were they the source of it? Did they know anything about it? A question shot out one after the other one the guard's shocked mind. He tried his best to explain the situation to the commander, but most of it would not make sense to a man that was had his cool. Still, there were two undeniable facts: a guard was throw into the air, and some people were escaping the village. If the chief found out they had let people escape, given his mental condition, it might prove to have dire consequences.

An order for pursue was directed, a quick group assembled, as men rallied towards the gate. It would not mattered if they were afoot, but they took their horses to hunt their prey. At the distance, it looked like shadows loomed towards the exit of the village. Fuuyuu simply used her abilities to hear further, and the distinct sounds of hooves became evident. It troubled her heart to see people not getting along with each other, but she had to once again inevitably play mediator and help the poor girl.

Fuuyuu rushed forth, propelled by the wind, leaving a neat trail on the snowy terrain. She stood once more in front of the entrance, awaiting the furious people to come out and try to stop their chase. At least, give the fire girl more time. Eventually men with horses poured out, stopping suddenly at the sight of a wild looking girl. She looked at them as if disappointed.

"Return. Follow no more."

The guards looked at each other puzzled. The commander was even angrier thinking all the fuzz was because of this little girl speaking broken words. He signaled one of his aides to restrain her. However, as his horse moved towards her, wind raised, sprawling snow on everyone's faces. The guard looked back at his commander to confirm what to do. What just happened had been so subtle that it was not clear to them whether the girl had been the cause. The commander simply motioned him to continue, and the guard did.

Fuuyuu dashed directly towards the horse, jumped in the air in a way no ordinary child would, and landed on his helmet, throwing him off the horse, then bouncing off to land on the ground again. The guard was not injured severely or anything, simply dizzy.

"No harm. You return," Fuuyuu explained.

They simply stood uncertain on what to do. Fuuyuu smiled. She dipped her hands on the snow and made a compact, little ball. She extended her arm, as if showing it to her spectators. "Look," she said, and tossed the ball in the air. A gust suddenly blew, and the ball flew high in the air, higher than it originally intended. Everyone looked dumb-founded at the little snowball as it made its way down, but by then, Fuuyuu was already sprinting far away, in an elegance that resembled a bird flying near water level.

Fuuyuu simply followed the tracks of the fire girl, and the boy. Whenever she landed from her jump, the wind that propelled her would clear away the traces they had left behind. She reached them in no time, landing unexpectedly in front of them, her long grey hair flowing softly, and her bracelets dancing on her arms.

"Alo," she greeted with a smile. She walked at their pace now, just like any normal human would, even though walking barefoot in the snow was certainly something any who could help it would not.

[Acheron]

Kessler had frozen in place seconds after he had let go of Silk's hand. That wasn't something that he normally did, nor was even showing his powers in public; it was really out of character for him to use them as much as he just did. At least he wanted to tell himself that it was out of character but the truth was that over the recent weeks, he had been using them more since he was becoming better with them. Something had just come over him though, seeing the girl's bloody hand made Kessler feel like her life was in danger, even though it wasn't. He had a blind desire to help people no matter what the circumstances were, and by seeing her hand, there was nothing else he could do but grab her hand at heal it. The two of them moved through the woods with great ease but that wasn't something different for Kessler, nor was running from day to day, that was always apart of his daily training routine. With every single step of his booted feet, Kessler could hear the voices of the earth pounding through his head. Whether it was just walking through the bushes, leaning against the trees or falling asleep on the dirt, Kessler would hear those voices and the powers of the earth through his head and his veins.

The two of them had come to a stop, with Silk getting her breath but Kessler didn't have the need to suck in as much air as her, this was of course a common place happening for him. He smiled a little bit and pushed a hand through his hair, trying to nicen it up a little bit.

"I don't know really, Sorry to be vague I'm not really trying to be. One hand I had a cut on my hand from when I was chopping down a tree for some firewood, I fell back into some mud and then my cut was gone, I just figured I'd try the same for you", he let off a little smirk and then went to go sit on a tree stump.

He shrugged when she asked the second question, "I've known of my gift for almost ten years now, it all came in bits and pieces. It's about clearing your thoughts I guess...just staying free in mind."

[DragonHeart]

“Animals cast themselves upon rocks and into rivers, men fall upon their own swords, and I’m out of coffee. What is this world coming to?” Daiyu sighed and tossed the empty pouch into his pack. He’d hoped to avoid entering the town but it was far too early to be drinking and far too cold not to. Turning toward the thin grey tendrils of cookfire smoke, he headed for Kaguya.

Unfortunately, his luck did not improve. Not only was there a sturdy fence he was certain hadn’t been there before, there were also half a dozen guards, nervous and ill-tempered. Hands on hilts, they eyed him warily as he trudged up to what appeared to be the only gate. From the looks of things, there had been a disturbance recently. His chances weren’t good but he decided to try anyways.

“May I pass?” Daiyu asked the nearest man politely, holding up a clerical medallion from one of his many pockets. “I require supplies to continue my journey.”

“No one may enter or leave this village by order of the Headsman. Leave now,” Came the gruff response.

The guard turned away, nodding to his companions. They all drew their swords and faced him with sullen expressions. He’d find no quarter here. Tired, caffeine deprived and frustrated, for a moment he seriously considered just slaying them all and taking what he wanted. However, he wasn’t a wasteful sort of man and he didn’t care much for a fight in the snow. He had no choice but to turn back the way he‘d come.

A nagging doubt in his mind made him pause when he was out of the guardsmen’s sight. Something felt off but he couldn’t quite place it. Whatever had disturbed those soldiers had done more than just physical damage. They were frightened. He frowned, considering. What could possibly scare trained men-at-arms? The wind perhaps, but they hadn’t fallen on their own swords yet or given in to the panic. They were lucid, if a bit drunk. That left only one option.

Daiyu smiled and even hummed a bit as he resumed walking. He’d finally caught a trail; there was still a chance. At least one Kinetic had been in Kaguya within the past day. If he was lucky there’d be more, maybe even the entire group. Now all he had to do was catch them. Maybe his luck had changed after all.

[cetra_aeris]

Aqua and Shuyin had traveled away from the village for a while, mainly on her request because didn't wish to find another animal that would chase them in the woods. Shuyin nagged her, telling her they should head back to the village and practice tomarrow on the other side. In a way, she agreed with him but she also felt something else tugging for her to go this way. Whether it was fear or curiosity, she didn't know. Perhaps it was her own water type personality finally deciding it needed to flow elsewhere, but she knew that was not the case as she felt she still had a debt to the old woman she affectionatly called grandmother.

They headed into the woods, going farther from Suiren than she could ever have remembered being before. She thought of turning back, but pushed forward telling herself that there was nothing wrong and that she was just going for a walk.

The further they went into the forest the more persistent Shuyin was of turning back. Aqua was still dazed and told him not to worry, yet she was feeling more nervous herself. At one point she even caught the stech of something that smelled like rotten intestines and stale water. But as soon as she noticed it, it seemed to have disappeared.

They trudged on, moving through the darkened forest, seemingly darker than it usually was. The leaves scattered across the ground, some still slinging to the brances but many had already fallen and lay crumpled along the ground. It was while she had been looking at some of these leaves rather intently when she saw the pale white fur she recognized as a rabbits. Shuyin began to growl, something he rarely ever did. This caused her to stop her approach on the rabbit under the leaves to turn to her companion.

"Shuyin?" She asked tentivly. He growled taking a few steps near the rabbit. She thought at first that he might be stalking it, but when he began to move away the leaves she saw his reason for growling. The rabbits head had been crushed in a bear trap. The blood stained it usually white fur pink almost everywhere on it's body, the large claws of the trap going straight through it's head and out the other side.

She gagged and covered her mouth. Not only was it a gross sight, seeing some of the bloodied brains decorating the trap, but the foul scent she had cought earlier seemed to be around the small rabbit. She half expected it to leave again but it didn't, causing her stomach to churn. She turned quickly away from the sight to keep herself from throwing up what she had ate this morning.

"The scent is strong around this one, though it is not the source. Only mere prey in the larger hunt. In taking it's own life in such away the creature must have already been dealing with incrediable pain." Shuyin said, sitting a ways from the rabbit, pulling a paw over his nose as if to push away the scent filling his head. "Gather youself up. We cannot stay here, lest we fall as well. We have a debt to grandmother, do we not?"

Aqua nodded and got up, making sure to keep her gaze away from the rabbit, knowing all to well the color that the insides of the rabbit. The brain itself had been implanted in her mind, the darkened color that not even the rotten meat she'd seen had ever held.

With as much speed as she could gather, her and Shuyin made their leave of the dying northern woods and it's inhabitants, heading back to the village to warn those of how close the diesese was, and what it caused.

[Lady Rika]

A thick wind echoed throughout Silk’s chilled ears, his voice was so calm and sure of himself. His eyes were humbled to an almost spiritual state and even that alone made her jealous. Igniting a deep hatred for him, and the deity that controlled the wind as well. She couldn’t rightly explain why she felt such a burning white-hot hatred for the two but…
‘The flames don’t commence to my call, yet the wind leaves its post for her and the earth differs the soils to his liking.’ She thought clutching her healed hand together in a silent rage.
It wasn’t fair, she had known about this strange, beautiful gift for years and she had yet to be able to spark even the simplest of flames. Such as a fireball, or a make a blaze combust from nothing; Silk turned her head at the man, her blazing yellow eyes low and sullen. She saw his shadow move slightly, then rest along a decapitated tree, it’s slain body gone, nothing more than a memory left behind by one single, thick stump.

“Is that so? Well I could see it being easier for you, your element couldn’t be so hard to control. Earth…the wondrous mother to us all. Giving us life…and death. It must come to your call on a whim, unlike me…and my phantasm of the flame. How I long to feel the warmth be manipulated by my own hand, to see something actually be done by me! And not have to be protected by someone else.” Silk shot a heavily saddened, heavily angered look at the earthbound man and his mystical kenetic powers.

“Calm you say, gentle and smooth is the way you control your soil and the wind has to be dainty and angelic. Even the gurgling creek has a certain flow, and rhythmic move to it. All so unlike fire.” She gritted her teeth, once more recalling the terrifying dream. Her body wrapped in darkened red flames, orange bursts exploding from her back and the tears of a yellow blaze coating itself in a thick gloss over and over encircling her body. Everyone and nothing heard the ear shattering screams all at the same time yet not a soul came to aid her. Save her from an inhuman death; she had almost went entirely into the flames core making her dream a reality when the guard cut her palm. Making her fear death, luckily her powers weren’t strong enough to aid to this deed and she only got a little shook up. The goddess of gale winds appeared from nothing once again, relaxing her down to her normal self, letting the already weak flame die along her body; the cold, packed snow that surrounded her melted quite generously when that happened.
‘If only…if only I could summon such a power without fear running threw my blood. Or death coming on swift wings for my very soul. If only.’

Silk’s dark mahogany brown hair blew in the wind, her eyes growing with intensity as the only flame that burned was her flames of envy. Gusts of winds smelling of sweet cinnamon licked cakes filled the air around her. Slowly she lifted her head to the dead trees branched, they moved not a muscle in the winds rough, sweet smelling breath. The gray hands were fearsome claws; no longer the beautiful trees that stood so majestic, full of pride. These dead corpses were just like the animals now covered in a blanket of snow, lying in a rotted core, the dark oily substances rocking away in the bodies. Holding the disease protecting it; Silk was sure these deadly looking trees held such a liquid as well. If only cut open, she thought flicking back her hair from the saffron that shone, burnishing the color of yellow petals in her very dark, seething eyes.

The wind grew stronger and strong till silk finally rose up her hand; to cover the saffron’s from the course breezes. Then it stopped, halted in its tracts.
Silk blinked, then in a flash of gray mane and tinkling bells and wind chimes. She floated down so gracefully, her unclothed feet touching the ground barely enough to make a footprint. As she walked near her, Silk’s eyes went wide with surprise and also a small sliver of fear.
“Its…it’s the goddess of the Wind! Here before us!” Silk brought her hand to her cold lips to cover the surprise along her moon washed face. Silk didn’t let her feet move an inch along the snows grasp; leaning out closer and closer to the deity as she took unarmed steps into the frozen winter powder.
Silk spoke not a word just let her eyes do the gasping and awing for her. As they rose up, letting the saffron petals glisten with utter surprise as the goddess spoke her sweet supple words.

[Acheron]

It wasn't surprising to Kessler that the girl had some anger about the things that were going on. If he was in her position, he had to think that he would have felt the same way when meeting someone who also had powers but had much more control over theirs. The rage that she had almost scarred Kessler, especially considering that Fire was her element and with that getting out of control, trouble could arrise. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, there was at least four of them that had powers and maybe more of different natures but Kessler knew that four people had special goals in this world, special things that they would need to do. He started to smirk a little bit at her going on about the powers and how they are different to control and such.

"Earth is not any easier or harder to control than your fire, I can't say for sure but that's just my guess. It only comes to me because I've known of my gift for so long, practicing everyday in the woods and just focusing on what I wanted my powers to do, for myself and for the people that I care about. You can control yours just easily as I do mine, it will come with time and practice, hell I'd be more than happy to offer you some help if you need it", Kessler walked over to Silk and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Seriously, Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it".

He turned away to go wash his hands and face in the creek that they were near, when he did so that's when she turned to flames. He didn't understand the anger that she had, maybe that's because he never had to expirence such frustration with his own powers like she was with hers. Kessler had plenty of friends in Kaguya but when most of them started to move away, he had plenty of free time on his hands and that's when he found out his powers. It wasn't something that he wanted to make public either, as the last thing he wanted was to be the outcast of the village. Once the goddess of the wind showed up, Kessler continued to wash his hands and face in the creek, not looking up to show any attention.

[Lady Rika]

“DON’T DO THAT!” Silk screamed rushing over to him, grasping very tightly to his shoulder and pulling him from the creek.
“Are you CRAZY…do you want to die?!!” she breathed heavily, looking him over. The creek water, it had come from the lake too just a small portion of the diseased water. Her eyes tightened, hands forming into fists, she could feel the sharp pains her nails caused as they sank deeply into her palms.
Silk couldn’t believe he was even touching the vile water, had he no earthly idea what it held?
Flashes of meadow detonated in her mind, all the dead horses, and all the animals that had drowned in the lake. Promising them a watery grave; then the wolf and its bleeding face and how it tumbles ever so casually into the waters light current and down to the dark depts. Disease leaked all through that creek, no matter how far they were from the lake, the lake’s alter ego was always near them.

“I can’t believe your even going near that water! After what it’s done to people! After what’s been in it!” Silk cried out staring at him with disbelief, “Obviously your power of earth isn’t so tone after all. Wouldn’t you have known from some unknown force that it was dangerous? It is contaminated with disease, nearly every animal that lived in these woods killed themselves in the lake here, where we get our drinking water…where that creek comes from!” The golden saffron petals that were her eyes caught aflame and glared at him deeply. “You might be older than I but I still know what’s happening better than anyone!”
She cried out, “More than you…more than her!” Silk whipped her head around, then pointed at the girl with the gray hair.

“I was there! The very first time the animals took their own lives I was there! I saw their smashed in faces, I saw their drowned bodies I saw…
She didn’t finish, or better yet she couldn’t. The experience was so traumatic and shocking, she simply stood very still; only her chocolate hair moved in the light wind that blew in from the north. Then flecks of snow began to fall…dotting her dark hair with white kisses.

[Fehrant]

Fuuyuu quietly watched as Silk vented her anger and frustration on Kessler and herself. She understood every word that was being said, despite her handicapped speech abilities, but for Fuuyuu communication was interpreted a different way. It did not matter which word it was, it was the physical language, and the way it was conveyed; much like a gentle wind or a ranging storm, Fuuyuu was very perceptive of these. She didn't need to understand every word to its perfection; the feeling transmitted were enough for her to interpret.

Silk's anger whirled and lashed at them. Her mood was as ardent as fire itself. Even though Fuuyuu had felt a curious, friendly approach from her a few moments ago, now her jealousy and frustration engulfed them violently. It made Fuuyuu's pure heart hurt a bit. The wind could sound playful, and cheerful, but sometimes it could also sound desolated, and sad.

"More than you… more than her!" Silk whipped her head around, then pointed at Fuuyuu, intense flames burning in her eyes. She then proceeded to tell them about her experience of witnessing the cruel massacre of the animals of the forest. Her tale was cut short, as her mind struggled with the vivid images of her traumatic experience.

Fuuyuu moved from her position, and stopped right on front of Silk, standing a mere step away. Her soft feet crunched in the snow that kept piling up underneath. She looked into Silk's fiery eyes, but remained silent. She took another step forward, and embraced Silk in a gentle fashion, just like a summer breeze, her soft skin, and silky hair was similarly soothing. The feeling she conveyed to her was of calmness, of peace, as if relaxing on a green hill while looking out the clouds while the wind delicately waft past. Only in such situation would one's heart and mind achieve true tranquility.

[Lady Rika]

A sweet scent entered Silks tormented mind, the girl was holding her, touching her no less! Without even the slightest thought of how monstrous she really was. And had been.
Her arms felt so warm compared to her own icing flesh; but a strange radiance of warmth was tediously filling up her frozen body. Her rapid breathing though was heavy and harsh before hand had stopped and postponed its hellish ways. All the flames that longed to scream from the mortal body, that wanted to erupt from the girl’s very core had too softened and relaxed.

“Great goddess…” she whispered her voice lagging and in a tired hushed tone, “What is it you do to me?” Silk longed to rest her haughty head upon the deity’s majestic shoulder and sleep soundly for once in the arms of a solace maiden.
It must be some sort of spell, magic maybe, Silk pondered; her entire body remained limp in the embrace. Even if she wanted to return such platonic affection, she could not for it was not in her fiery nature to feel anything but what the fire feels. And as of now the fire wanted to burn, wanted to…destroy.
“No…” Silk breathed lightly, her voice so light an airy you could hardly hear it. Angered the eternal flame residing in her grew angered and sent hot chills throughout her body then remained silent for the time being.
‘What was that just then? Its almost like I heard…voices. But from whom? Where?’ her mind raced with thoughts, Silk remained clueless and yet again covered her in yet another fine glossy coat of mystery.

Thump, thump, thump
Went her heart, a fear shooting through her. She saw so many horrible things; the bloodbath that was the animal’s hara-kiri, they’re deranged minds warping humans. Twisting them around like flexible fibers making them mad, building their insanity and hate for living things and living mortals as well.
At least the ‘disease’ hadn’t killed humans in that way yet, only making them sick in the body and the mind. Starving them to they are nothing but a thin layer of flesh for the weakened bone.
‘Why was I so angry?’ she asked herself this question without expecting any sort of answer. She knew and yet…she didn’t know. Was it this power bestowed upon her by the gods themselves? Was it the flames will? That voice in her head, dwelling there, waiting to make its next move upon her body, or worse her mind.

Could it be something of the disease? No, she decided, it had to be something much more dangerous that the suicidal plague. It had to be her, or worse it had to be the beautiful yet so utterly repugnant burning flame within her
The red death that could cook you all the way to your bone marrow, the yellow that catches you in its gyration cycle of mystery, and lastly the orange that makes even the sunset covet when it swirls ever so beautifully with the pale oceans churning waves.
Could this be her? Beautiful and desired than traitorous and murderous all wrapped up into one seemingly perfect package? For her and every one else’s sake, she hoped not.

[Acheron]

With a few steps backwards, Kessler moved away from the river and dried his hands on his beige shorts. He was shocked by the reaction from Silk, he had no idea about what was going on up the river and now that he thought of it, the earth didn't tell him about what was in the river. Was the river really that dangerous to him? Or was the earth having a different opinion about what was going on with the suicides and the deaths of all the animals? He didn't doubt how good his connection with the earth was but sometimes there were things that he should have known that he didn't. Silk had seemed occupied with the other girl though, so Kessler didn't worry about it too much as he finished trying his hands on his shorts and then bent down to tie one of his boots.

As he took a knee to tie one of his boots, he started thinking about what he did to the family a few weeks ago. He had been working in a corn field for a couple of hours, trying to get some food for the family, along with a decent wage, when a child came running into the field for him. The boy kept going on and on about how a man stabbed his wife and two sons, that all of them had been bleeding out in their cabin, the young boy was a neighbor of them and said that they kept pleading for someone to end their lives. Kessler came to the house with the intent of pushing them into the earth and healing them, not once during his run to the house did he think of killing all of them and helping along their wish. Sometimes in life though, what we hope to do and what we actually do, are two very different things.