Now Child was known a friend of the trees, save the Icebog Impaler. Wound still stings every now and then; and the homeland still knows Child's blood.
But Adolescent wasn't always in a good place. Emotions unknown and ideas unread start to flood in the hidden body. ADolescent started making choices. AD started making mistakes.
One fateful day, AD stormed into 3/4th house in a rage. Something been stewin, somethin ain't going right. Rage like hot ice in the blood and bitter candy once bitten. Probably bout someone AD fancied. Probably heard the word on the grapevine Eko moved on with not a word. Not a letter. Not a hint. It wasn't so much that it happened, no. That AD wasn't considered worth telling. Infuriating. Unreal. But what comes around goes around, and rudeness begets rudeness. Sometimes in more than one way, splintering off like a whiskey bottle shattered with a baseball bat, collateral damage ensues.
But AD wasn't one to harm no-one, and thoughts of Eko had, among other things, pushed DF into the subconscious, or back to the Dream.
Harm no one, good, but along with DF, AD forgot to be the tree friend. Forgot in the worst way. Storming around, looking around for an outlet, AD saw the hand ax, sitting there. It didn't call out, but it was in the hand before long. Went straight back to Old Greybark, beside the old red tree-rise. No thought, no consideration, AD put all the rage, all the feeling of betrayal into a single swing. A single gash. After the moment past, AD looked into the wound. And though didn't ask to be forgiven right then, felt a hot, slow river run down the cheek and shook it off, went inside to hide in the den, not even stoppin to greet the four legged family. Shut in, AD cried.
Greybark didn't exactly react right away, and AD later considered it might be okay. Not so, not so. Took awhile for the old giant to bleed, but when he did, it was a torrent, measured in years. AD eventually learned to regret what happened, and once asked Greybark for forgiveness. Never did 'feel' a response -- somethin was already numbin by then, a bad habit Eko left with 'em, though unknowingly, at first, enabled by the Mother. But if GB didn't forgive, seems like acceptance or indifference was going to be all there was to it.
But Adolescent wasn't always in a good place. Emotions unknown and ideas unread start to flood in the hidden body. ADolescent started making choices. AD started making mistakes.
One fateful day, AD stormed into 3/4th house in a rage. Something been stewin, somethin ain't going right. Rage like hot ice in the blood and bitter candy once bitten. Probably bout someone AD fancied. Probably heard the word on the grapevine Eko moved on with not a word. Not a letter. Not a hint. It wasn't so much that it happened, no. That AD wasn't considered worth telling. Infuriating. Unreal. But what comes around goes around, and rudeness begets rudeness. Sometimes in more than one way, splintering off like a whiskey bottle shattered with a baseball bat, collateral damage ensues.
But AD wasn't one to harm no-one, and thoughts of Eko had, among other things, pushed DF into the subconscious, or back to the Dream.
Harm no one, good, but along with DF, AD forgot to be the tree friend. Forgot in the worst way. Storming around, looking around for an outlet, AD saw the hand ax, sitting there. It didn't call out, but it was in the hand before long. Went straight back to Old Greybark, beside the old red tree-rise. No thought, no consideration, AD put all the rage, all the feeling of betrayal into a single swing. A single gash. After the moment past, AD looked into the wound. And though didn't ask to be forgiven right then, felt a hot, slow river run down the cheek and shook it off, went inside to hide in the den, not even stoppin to greet the four legged family. Shut in, AD cried.
Greybark didn't exactly react right away, and AD later considered it might be okay. Not so, not so. Took awhile for the old giant to bleed, but when he did, it was a torrent, measured in years. AD eventually learned to regret what happened, and once asked Greybark for forgiveness. Never did 'feel' a response -- somethin was already numbin by then, a bad habit Eko left with 'em, though unknowingly, at first, enabled by the Mother. But if GB didn't forgive, seems like acceptance or indifference was going to be all there was to it.
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