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I awake the next morning to a scene of utter turmoil. As I look out my window to the town below, many people are running about, whispering in ears, as it were, causing all sorts of ruckus. I canít see why itís such a big deal Ė and yes, I know what Iím talking about. I dress, and go downstairs. Both my parents are in hysterics Ė apparently, no one knows that I left with Jacen last night. I decide to keep quiet about it.

The trouble escalates to a town meeting at the center of the main street. The crowd is thick and I have trouble finding my way through. Why do people have to be so stupid about things? Obviously, crowding up against the stage where the man is trying to speak to you isnít smart, just likeÖsit back and enjoy the show Ė itís not like a first-come-first-serve deal, the sound travels to every ear! Uhg.

So Iím in the back, and Iím trying to fight through the crowds to the front. My parents hold back, and call for me, but I ignore them. This is too important for that. Now this was supposed to go the way I planned it, with me letting the elders know at around noon. But no, Jacenís parents have to go and get all worried and start this crud.

The Elected Elder is standing at the front of the stage, waving his stupid knobby cane at the crowd, shouting for them to be quiet. I just wait for it all to simmer down, as per the usual in these types of things. By now Iím about ten yards from the stage Ė the damn crowd is too thick here to wade through. So I just listen as he starts.

He basically outlines to us all that the boy Jacen has gone missing blah blah blah and tells us all to meet here in two hours for a search of the surrounding area. A mob in disguise as a search party. I think this is pretty stupid because it leaves the town unguarded. But if I were to say something like that Iíd probably be whipped for insensitivity. Itís called logic! I could loot every house on this street when they pull this garbage. So anyways, I push my way back out and canít find my parents. I return home, and they are waiting for me, exasperated. They say nothing about my running off, instead preparing their torches and pitchforks. Why you need a torch on a sunny day? Beats me. I ask them and they say that they are joining the Forest search party.

As I need to keep a check on this whole thing, and partly because I feel guilty, I join in too, preparing for the meeting two hours from now.


I can see them now, scurrying like little ants. Watching from afar, this is the first time that Iíve seen everyone in that horrible place happy. Why are they so overjoyed? My guess is because I finally helped one of them free. It looks as if they are getting a celebration ready. Perhaps they should, itís something worth celebrating.

I withdraw back into the forest. I should probably move on, now, it is hopeless for me to try to save this whole town Ė better to go back to the countryside, where I can help wayward sufferers wandering aimlessly from place to place, looking for someone like me. Itís best to be a miracle. One more night and then Iíll go.

I promise.


You see it all shaking crazily, like a thousand tiny twigs attempting to hold up the world Ė itís all about to snap. What will happen, do you think?

But you already know the answer to that question.

Since we cannot control it, we are slave to it. Whenever we try to stop and examine a single part of it, we are already an infinite number of parts downstream. What is it?

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