They came upon us from both sides, in the dusk of a setting sun, dressed in darks, intimidating and broad. Their number was about that of ours, but only if you count our children, and so equality in the encounter was impossible.
Immediately, instinct echoed ominously through each of us, and without speaking, the strongest found ourselves wrapping around the weakest, a circle of the forsaken, still desperate in the hope of survival.
But when the tall leader spoke, with eyes and face mostly hidden from sight, my ears first assumed it a dream. Hearing a voice from another life, a voice from a past I barely believed real any more, and my heart released it's fear for just a heartbeat. I risked breaking our circle of deceptive defense, as I stepped just a breath closer to hear. To believe.
Can coincidence follow us even this far? Or has purpose reared her head once again?
I breathed in the anticipation of this twist, this quake in my soul, as my own life too is redesigned like the unwilling earth I travel upon.
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