Can you hear the magpie?

Can you hear the magpie?
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Posted on August 18, 2013 at 05:45:23 AM by Alistair

The walls loomed over him, casting a shadow over the boy. What a bitter reminder they were. Of his failure. Alistair hated walls. At least now he did. Inside he felt trapped, outside he felt like an outcast. But even more so, walls seemed to taunt him. They made fun of him, always saying, "Try it again, don't you? Oh, that's right, you can't. You can barely move your arm, let alone scale a wall. What an idiot." Alistair squeezed his two toned eyes shut. 'Go away. Just go away and leave me in peace.' Of course, two things were wrong with his plea. First, walls were everywhere an he would probably never get of rid of his unnatural fear, and secondly, seeing as a wall couldn't move, even if one wanted to it was stuck in place. Many more things were wrong with his begging, but these made Alistair feel less crazy. He wasn't though, just traumatized. The boy's eyes flickered open. He had to face his fear sometime. Again, gaze was brought to the high wall, breathing slow and deep. It must have been too soon though, as memories flooded back and fear filled the Scot. He averted his vision away, panicky breaths escaping him, but still he became trapped in memory.

'The ivy burned against the boy's hands as it slipped through. He bit his lip, hanging on by one hand and it to was slowly losing its grip. No. He could make it. The top was near. Gritting his teeth, the boy swung his arm to grip a stone that jutted out slightly more than the others. He'd made the climb plenty of times, just never this high. With his right hand, the child-for he was really no more than that, a child- grabbed hold of the rough edge that signified the top. Using whatever upper-body strength remained, the teen gripped the ledge with his left hand and hauled himself over. Breathing hard, the kid stood and gazed out over the Maze, only barely catching sight of the Glade. His "home". With no memories other than his name, he had arrived. Lived there for almost a year and a half. A year and a half of undeniable hell. It could end then. Nobody would miss him. Not much anyway. The boy peered over the side. It was a long way down. Could he go through with it. Not yet. He turned, preparing for his descent, but backed up too much and began before he had intended and not the way he had intended. Arms pinwheeling, as if it would help him, he tumbled. Down, down, down. Falling. He was falling.......'

Alistair shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. Would he ever stop reliving his worst nightmare. Doubtful, but he could certainly try. By now he had calmed down, staring blankly at the gate. A tap on the metal brought his attention to a small boy standing on the opposite side. "What do you want?" he asked, tone rather suspicious to Alistair's liking. Did it look like he was a mass murder or intending to raze the castle?
"Well know aren't you mister politeness? Rushing straight into my personal business before formal introductions. For shame. Weren't you taught to respect your elders, or any manners for that matter?" he snapped. sounding a bit cross. "Nah. I'm just joking with you. Name's Alistair. I don't want anything other than to look. Though someone who knows how to heal cuts would do wonders for me." Just as the thick Scottish accent cut off, a girl rushed over. Alistair had to admit she was kinda pretty and was about to introduce himself when she burst out in a panic, "Are...Are you hurt? What happened to you? Did.. were you at the- Guards! This boy needs medical attention!" she paused for a moment before finishing almost apologetically, "He's bleeding."
"Again, formal introductions." Alistair muttered under his breath. "Very perceptive of you. Yes, I am bleeding. Yes, I am hurt.I'm afraid I'm not telling you what happened. Not because I can't, but merely because I don't want to. I will tell you that they're reopened scars however. Some treatment would be smashing though. Thanks." He said with a slight smile. The girl was very caring and he must have sounded rather rude, but the boy hoped she understood that it was sarcasm. "You going to let me in or am I supposed to fly over the gate? Don't exactly have wings do I now?" it was then that the Scot noticed a wolf by the girl's side. He rather liked animals. "Hello." he said.

Replies:

maybe you're out tonight, - By thoth September 6, 2013 at 05:44:49 PM
- be noble, for you are made of stars - By Alethea September 7, 2013 at 10:31:23 PM
  - Can you hear the magpie? - By Alistair September 9, 2013 at 08:17:15 AM

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