“What were you trying to do to me?” He was screaming at my face. I flinched as he ran. I didn’t go after him. I knew I didn’t have long. I knew I would soon be hurling back towards my home empty-handed. But that didn’t hurt as much as seeing him like that.

I stared sadly at him as he tore down the mountain top, anxious and frightened. He hurled through the trees, and soon I couldn’t see him anymore, but I could smell him. I could smell his fear. He would be even more scared when he realized he couldn’t find his way back. Only with me could he escape this place. I just couldn’t…

I sat down on the grassy hill, hiding my head under my arms. Silent tears fell down my pastel cheeks, which were now almost invisible. Soon I would be gone. I swallowed back my tears, choking on the bitter taste of resent and guilt.

I looked up at the tree. I glared, anger and agony pouring from my soul. I grabbed a stone. I ripped at the bark, tearing at the writing. Soon it was unreadable. Good. Now none of them had a chance.