Saun 3rd
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Leeson had no knees.
He had no knees but he had twice the amount of knees.
Four places for knees to be but no knees.
And deep, deep in his chest, he truly did not know where the knees should be. He had forgotten to count his legs before bed.
The sun was shining and Leeson was acutely aware of the void his knee-less state suffered. But the wheat felt good on his sick skin. Leeson's skin felt sick. He looked at it, but he forgot his eyes when he fell asleep.
It took him a moment, but he recovered them, and with his eyes he recovered his vision.
He looked down at his forearm.
It had the word "Influenza" written on it.
"Huh." Leeson said. He thought his skin felt sick.
Yknow what they say, though. Feed a fever, starve a cold. And as such, Leeson set out through the field of sunbathed wheat and barley in search of some trees to eat. He was craving trees.
His bare feet liked the soft dirt, loosened by the familiar Ryn farming equipment. Hoes. Farming hoes. For crops. His feet felt worse on the brick floor however.
A door slammed behind him.
He had four places for knees and no knees and as such he chose to float lightly above the ground instead. For convenience.
He looked around a home he had never seen before and felt familiar. In the corner there was a great, all-consuming darkness. An eternal darkness which threatened to take in it Leeson's soul, everything he loved, everything he had ever loved, and erase it completely, painfully, and permanently.
"Hi dad," he said to the darkness, "my name is Kepler."
And such he was.
His knees bent lightly, carefully. His feet liked the feeling of the moist dirt between his toes. He was at peace next to the gently running brook.
He felt like he could stay here forever.
Abruptly, he felt something grip his shell, and force him from his riverbed. It picked him up, and brought him to make eye contact.
He flexed his now human mouth and grew his teeth back so he could speak easier. The face was completely unfamiliar. He immediately hated it.
"Hi Leeson," he said to it, "my name is dad."
718
Leeson had no knees.
He had no knees but he had twice the amount of knees.
Four places for knees to be but no knees.
And deep, deep in his chest, he truly did not know where the knees should be. He had forgotten to count his legs before bed.
The sun was shining and Leeson was acutely aware of the void his knee-less state suffered. But the wheat felt good on his sick skin. Leeson's skin felt sick. He looked at it, but he forgot his eyes when he fell asleep.
It took him a moment, but he recovered them, and with his eyes he recovered his vision.
He looked down at his forearm.
It had the word "Influenza" written on it.
"Huh." Leeson said. He thought his skin felt sick.
Yknow what they say, though. Feed a fever, starve a cold. And as such, Leeson set out through the field of sunbathed wheat and barley in search of some trees to eat. He was craving trees.
His bare feet liked the soft dirt, loosened by the familiar Ryn farming equipment. Hoes. Farming hoes. For crops. His feet felt worse on the brick floor however.
A door slammed behind him.
He had four places for knees and no knees and as such he chose to float lightly above the ground instead. For convenience.
He looked around a home he had never seen before and felt familiar. In the corner there was a great, all-consuming darkness. An eternal darkness which threatened to take in it Leeson's soul, everything he loved, everything he had ever loved, and erase it completely, painfully, and permanently.
"Hi dad," he said to the darkness, "my name is Kepler."
And such he was.
His knees bent lightly, carefully. His feet liked the feeling of the moist dirt between his toes. He was at peace next to the gently running brook.
He felt like he could stay here forever.
Abruptly, he felt something grip his shell, and force him from his riverbed. It picked him up, and brought him to make eye contact.
He flexed his now human mouth and grew his teeth back so he could speak easier. The face was completely unfamiliar. He immediately hated it.
"Hi Leeson," he said to it, "my name is dad."
