a/n tbh i have had this sitting around for a while... so here :) but comparing this to the other dark and anti fan fiction i'm writing, this is a quarter of the length of that one o.o yeah this could be a bit longer and the other could be a little shorter lol. anyway, tell me if there is any error so i can fix them! thank you!! (edit: i believe cover art is by @ hate-incarnate)

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With my freshly burned in marking from my now old tribe, I begin to make 'the walk of shame' as most call it; but to every one I knew and loved from my old home know it is a sentence to death or a life of fear including the torture that will surely come with time when my existents becomes known.

I had been slowing my pace without knowledge and get shoved in the back rather harshly by the man known as 'the reaper' or 'the guide to the gate' he has many names that correlate with his job for the tribe. That job? Kicking the unwelcomed or outcasts out of the tribal area and past the boundary and once I cross I will never going back. The only way is to have the maker destroy it but the leader that made the barrier has already passed and otherwise it would take someone with ungodly power.

The reaper speaks in a monotone voice that only showed a little of his pain "you knew I cared for you, you knew I didn't want you hurt." He pauses "I don't know why you did that." Another moment of silence past through my ears. "but I wish I could take your place so you could stay, it will be hard without you. We will need a new messenger and traveler or guider."

I look down at my hands to see the symmetrical tattoo that was a black line swirling from my pointer fingers that crawl up my arms and join in-between my shoulder blades on my back, the black line is covered with vines symbolizing me as the traveler/guider.

Our- well their tribe shows each person's job, rank, and age through markings that most call tattoos there are some markings that indicate worth or trust but they are markings of betrayal and are burned in to never be forgotten like the one that was just made not even an hour ago, over my heart. I look at one of the messenger bird on my left shoulder knowing there is another that's symmetrical to this one on my other shoulder. Each one indicates I have 10 years of life making me 20 years or older.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing came out and the reaper continued talking "I wish I could see you here again and be a family again" there was a long pause and I knew he was shedding tears of sorrow before he spoke again "I love you, sister." With that I was pushed out of the barrier.

I turn around and look at where he was most likely was still standing I put my hand on the barrier and say "I love you too, brother" I spoke good enough to be able to read my lips. After a second I push my forehead against the boundary and shed a couple tears.