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    Into the Path
    Into the Path
    Into the Path
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    Into the Path

    By Amelia Feather

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    A Short Story Collection:
    The Girl Without Sound
    This is a story about a village in the middle of a forest and a mysterious traveler who walks into it one day.

     

    The Running Man
    Harriet and her friends wake up after one night of partying to find a creepy man across the street.

     

    The Rainbow Zombie
    Bio&co is a very prestigious science and tech company that anyone across the world would pay top dollar just to get one spot in. So it's no surprise that when a group of professionals from all cross the world and different walks of life get on a boat to get to May Fair Island but that all changes when they step on the shore their path is blocked by a lone woman who says she's their bodyguard.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmelia Feather
    Release dateAug 18, 2024
    ISBN9798227295668
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      Into the Path - Amelia Feather

      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 1

      The Girl Without Sound

      It was springtime.

      A breeze rushed through the air. Sunlight filters through the leaves of the trees above.

      The air smelled like the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy ground.

      A man is walking in a forest, his steps faltering, his body leaning heavily on the bark of a tree for support. His journey has taken a toll on him, his body aching with every step.

      The sun's beams attacked him head-on, causing beans of sweat to form on his forehead.

      His feet dragged behind him; he could not take another step. His body was sore, screaming at him for release from his torture, especially his feet, yet he kept walking. The distant sounds of music and laughter were calling him to safety.

      He had heard about a village in the forest where the locals were said to be music incarnate, their lives a never-ending festival. He was intrigued by the idea that this village never knew silence or a moment of peace. His curiosity was more than piqued; it was a burning desire, and he was determined to see how these people cultivated their harmonious utopia.

      He heard a rumor that they accepted anyone who needed shelter.

      He squinted as the hot sun beamed down on his face.

      He looked beyond the dusty path he was treating. He was merely steps away from that mythical village. After just a few steps more, he finally reached his destination and saw no gate at the entrance, reinforcing the rumors he had heard about them.

      He passed through the village entrance and felt an immediate shift in his being. It was as if he had died from all his pain and walked into heaven. The smell of spring flowers and fresh food cooking soared through his nostrils with the help of the passing wind. He looked around and saw smiles and heard giggles. He witnessed great fun among these people and felt that this might be the place he finally could call home. They, on the other hand, smelled him before they saw him. Their once happy faces turned into grimaces at the scent of his musk, sweat, and days-old blood. The people noticed he was covered in it. He was clutching a book in his arms for dear life. The villagers were concerned by what they saw, wondering what had happened to this man to put him in this state of being. They walked over to the man, but it was too late, for he soon collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

      Three days later, he awoke, healed, and rested; the villagers gave him food, a bath, and new clothes. They focused on making him feel as comfortable as possible. They even put on a music show to make him feel more welcome and share the things they love with him. At the end of the show, later in the night, the villagers and The Traveler sat around a bonfire.

      They all sat on wooden stools surrounded by the raging fire. Those who couldn't fit on the limited number of stools were left to stand up or sit back on the grass. The villagers thought this was an excellent time to try to get to know this mysterious Traveler and see if he would open up about his past.

      Just a few answers into the conversation, the villagers knew he wouldn't budge, so they left the topic of his background alone. After their failed attempt at conversation with The Traveler, there were mutterings of small conversations starting around them. The crackle of the bonfire in the middle of them and the cicadas of the forest filled the dark void of the night around them.

      Can I stay in your village? The Traveler asked.

      Happy faces turned serious and sodden. The village Chief looked up at him, and he turned away from the people he was speaking with. He looked straight at The Traveler and responded. "We would love to have you with us, but we failed to mention something of great importance about our village. We didn't want to worry you because you needed to focus on healing from your injuries. However, within a week, a certain event will occur. Our people call it the Night Of The Blood Moon. During this event, unknown creatures from the forest come into our village. They never hurt us, but one day, maybe they will. Because of this, I would advise against staying here for your safety." He said.

      Oh, I see. Is that all? said The Traveler.

      The Chief nodded his head.

      Then why don't you put a gate up? The Traveler asked the Chief.

      The Chief looked at his people and then back at The Traveler.

      Um... well, we don't want any harm to come to any of the creatures or us. We pride ourselves on being a very peaceful village. We want to accept everyone and everything, no matter what kind of appearance they may have. If these creatures want to enter, then who are we to deny them? We saw the gate to our village as an object that disconnected us from the outside world and decided to leave it open. This way, we can connect with everything this world has to offer. There's no need to defend against these creatures because we want no conflict. Conflict does not help us. All it does is kill, and that's very selfish to the life that we live. He said with a huge smile, his chest full of pride as he spoke.

      We don't mean the creatures any harm, so we hide through the night and wait until they leave to avoid conflict, he added.

      Ah, I see. The Traveler replied with a chuckle.

      He gets up from his stool.

      What are you laughing at? The Chief said with a confused look.

      How foolish are you? How can you be that stupid to think that you can have peace without war? He stepped out of the circle around the bonfire to the surrounding grass.

      He walked behind the villagers in a circle, looking intently at the Chief, his voice getting louder as he continued.

      You cannot give without taking, light cannot exist without dark, and you cannot receive without sacrifice. He put his hands in the air, gesturing to the forest around them, his voice booming.

      Confused and surprised at The Traveler's words and audacity, the Chief stood up

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