She squinted through the snowfall, her determination burning once again, in spite of the howling wind.
She had followed the wings of the hawk, and now….was that a cave? They had been led here for sure….”C’mon my love!” she yelled to him, who struggled with each step.
He had saved her so many times, now it was her turn. They knew this was not the time for dying.
Once they collapsed inside the cave, they found it warm and safe. They had survived the ruination, the last of all wars, led by the spirit hawk, surely it was a sign.
The Earth would bring healing. There would be a spring, and hope…..was about to be born.
From the Apocalyptic Journal.
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