Things change. This inevitable part of life destined to occur even to the most insignificant of souls will never cease to exist. Places change, views change, and as unfortunate as it may sound, people change. Human emotions are fickle, and no matter how much a person tries to fight this change, time will relentlessly march forward. The past will be replaced. The only part of the past one can retain is the memories it takes with it, and even then the most precious moments of one’s life can be forgotten. Swollen eyes clouded over with a thin film gazed emptily over a now barren landscape. Time had taken its toll, and Bartholomew Hopkins accepted this. The memory of two boys laughing innocently now pierced him. They would never return to the way
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Aldous was a natural, easily learning techniques involving the way of the warrior. Nimbly, deftly he excelled, and although he succeeded in advancing towards his goal, he failed to notice the other falling behind him. Bart’s string was unraveling and he feared he would lose his grip. It was so incredibly frustrating! He began sacrificing sleep just to perhaps gain a bit of leverage, but the other continued to bound ahead, his vision always forward, awaiting the future. Methods of cheating that once seemed out of the question gradually became more possible. As the other’s light became stronger, Bart’s shadow became darker.
The string now dug painfully into his hands, slowly wrapping along his arms. His changing had begun. What was once just a friendly proposition, transformed into a fierce rivalry. Aldous noticed this, and although it was never his intention, he slowly began feeding off the other’s fierce emotions. Sparring competitions gradually became bloodthirsty duels; things were getting out of hand. The string was taut with tension as they gradually grew apart. They spoke less frequently and altogether began distancing
Aldous was a natural, easily learning techniques involving the way of the warrior. Nimbly, deftly he excelled, and although he succeeded in advancing towards his goal, he failed to notice the other falling behind him. Bart’s string was unraveling and he feared he would lose his grip. It was so incredibly frustrating! He began sacrificing sleep just to perhaps gain a bit of leverage, but the other continued to bound ahead, his vision always forward, awaiting the future. Methods of cheating that once seemed out of the question gradually became more possible. As the other’s light became stronger, Bart’s shadow became darker.
The string now dug painfully into his hands, slowly wrapping along his arms. His changing had begun. What was once just a friendly proposition, transformed into a fierce rivalry. Aldous noticed this, and although it was never his intention, he slowly began feeding off the other’s fierce emotions. Sparring competitions gradually became bloodthirsty duels; things were getting out of hand. The string was taut with tension as they gradually grew apart. They spoke less frequently and altogether began distancing