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EquinoxSol
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Logan ran through the forest near his house, panting and nearly out of breath. He could hear the soldiers behind him, their feet crunching on the foliage. His foot fell heavily in a deep puddle, and, in a rush, be had to pull it free from his shoe, leaving the thing behind. Running as fast as he could, his dark hair plastered to his skin by the rain that just would not stop pouring from the skies, Logan tried to find his way, but the dark of night prevented him from seeing any of the landmarks he had followed as a kid. His breath was heavy and ragged as he sprinted, nearly tripping over every fallen branch and root he came across.
Finally, through the rain that was pouring like sheets from the unforgiving sky, Logan saw the twin candles in the attic of his house, signaling that it was safe there.
Though it was too dark to see, it was a beautiful house. It was painted snow white with light blue accents. It was an older house, but it still stood strong. The long wraparound porch was sagging on a corner towards the back, but it was still standing. It must have been magnificent in its glory days, and it still was now, but Logan often wished that he could have seen it in its prime. The building's original use was unsure; it had a large building that was furnished and built as a home. However, off to the side of it, there was a chapel with no steeple. The furniture had long since been removed from the place of worship, but it still held that holy reverance to it.
And right now, that building looked like Heaven to Logan.
Glancing behind him, he couldn't hear or see the soldiers. Running to the back porch, he doesn't even bother knocking, knowing that his partner had probably forgotten to lock it again.
Truth be told, it was unlocked. Stepping inside,he took a deep, happy breath. Five years had been too long to stay away. She had been only 15 then. Now his partner would be a young woman.
What she didn't know was that he had been arrested, and hadn't just disappeared or betrayed her like she must have thought. He had gotten caught when a demon had turned him in. Logan had been held in a prison for demon extermination for those five years, maturing into a young man of 22, while he feared that each day might be his last. He had never been given a proper hearing, and was still waiting for a sentence when he saw an opportunity to escape. After taking that opportunity, he led the soldiers across most of the state, running for home. He just prayed his partner was still alive and well.
Smiling to himself, he opened the kitchen pantry, taking out a box of crackers. It was a great feeling to be home again.
Finally, through the rain that was pouring like sheets from the unforgiving sky, Logan saw the twin candles in the attic of his house, signaling that it was safe there.
Though it was too dark to see, it was a beautiful house. It was painted snow white with light blue accents. It was an older house, but it still stood strong. The long wraparound porch was sagging on a corner towards the back, but it was still standing. It must have been magnificent in its glory days, and it still was now, but Logan often wished that he could have seen it in its prime. The building's original use was unsure; it had a large building that was furnished and built as a home. However, off to the side of it, there was a chapel with no steeple. The furniture had long since been removed from the place of worship, but it still held that holy reverance to it.
And right now, that building looked like Heaven to Logan.
Glancing behind him, he couldn't hear or see the soldiers. Running to the back porch, he doesn't even bother knocking, knowing that his partner had probably forgotten to lock it again.
Truth be told, it was unlocked. Stepping inside,he took a deep, happy breath. Five years had been too long to stay away. She had been only 15 then. Now his partner would be a young woman.
What she didn't know was that he had been arrested, and hadn't just disappeared or betrayed her like she must have thought. He had gotten caught when a demon had turned him in. Logan had been held in a prison for demon extermination for those five years, maturing into a young man of 22, while he feared that each day might be his last. He had never been given a proper hearing, and was still waiting for a sentence when he saw an opportunity to escape. After taking that opportunity, he led the soldiers across most of the state, running for home. He just prayed his partner was still alive and well.
Smiling to himself, he opened the kitchen pantry, taking out a box of crackers. It was a great feeling to be home again.