Where my Demons Hide

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Anger, frustration, shame, and rage. These were the four emotions that escalated in the mind of Pogue as he sat beside the fire pit, his eyes reflecting the flames as he watched them dance. He felt he had let her down, the one girl that had meant the world to him even though he was afraid for her to see that. He hated the feeling of shame that rocked his body as he thought back on that battle that destroyed his home. That was the place he felt he could have a family, pursue having some what of a normal life, and no, he could'nt have that anymore. None of them could. They were considered renegades, those of them that chose to stay true to their Roman root, the blood that ran through their veins was much more important than some new alliance with the Greeks that had destroyed their land, their home, and many of their families. He was always a very proud Roman, and he would have followed his Praetors anywhere, but not to an alliance with the Graecus scum that had destroyed their very lives. 

His fingers worked on the small pieces of metal in his hands, not even looking at them he was able to create a beautiful metal creautre that his father would have been proud of, even with it being so small. The tiny little sparrow sat in his palm and he held it up to the light where he could look at each detail of its wings, the shining coppery color reflected off of the surfaces of the metal bird, shining on his face. He had been thinking of Kinley when his fingers just started creating the metal wind up bird as if of their own volition. Perhaps that had indeed been the case. Kinley had always reminded him of a sweet little bird, a sparrow or the like, one he felt he had to protect, especially after all that they had been through. She was his little Sparrow, and he adored her. Though she had gone to the camp with the others, as far as he knew. Gods he hoped she was ok, if she had fallen in battle that darkness in his heart would never leave. He had lost far too many people in his life. 

He wound up the small bird, and it whirred to life, flying around him for a second before landing back on his palm as he heard some kind of commotion not too far from the pit. Moving to stand, his eyes narrowed as he tried to see into the darkness. It sounded like some kind of crashing sound, as if someone had fallen, or else a tree branch had broken from the trunk and hit the forest floor. Something loud either way. Frowning, he stayed where he was, but pulled a dagger out of its sheath on his side and tried to adjust to the darkness before him. " Is someone there?" he called out, his voice almost a growl. 


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