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}}'''{{PAGENAME}}''' is the first chapter of [[Forest for the Trees]]. | }}'''{{PAGENAME}}''' is the first chapter of [[Forest for the Trees]]. | ||
==Plot== | ==Plot== | ||
Red and her wolf hunt and find more than they bargained for.<br> | |||
Life adapts. It always finds a way.<ref>It wasn’t massive. It wasn’t even pretty, or useful, or anything of the sort. | |||
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But, amid black trees and black ground, black branches and black clouds of dust that drifted close to the ground, there was a slice of green, like clover. It encircled the trunk on the side closest to the sun, and it peeked through where the dust wasn’t piled too high on the ground. | |||
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This. This was why. Why she fought, why she’d tried. It was hope. Acknowledgment on some greater level. | |||
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“What was it your friend said? Life adapts. We adapt.” | |||
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“He wasn’t a friend,” the Small Mercy said. “Not really.” | |||
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Red was quiet. She reached out to touch the green leaves, that were somehow surviving ''despite'' so much. [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/forest-for-the-trees-e-1/ Excerpt] from [[Epilogue 1]]</ref> | |||
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Epilogue 1 is the first chapter of Forest for the Trees.
Plot[edit]
Red and her wolf hunt and find more than they bargained for.
Life adapts. It always finds a way.<ref>It wasn’t massive. It wasn’t even pretty, or useful, or anything of the sort.
But, amid black trees and black ground, black branches and black clouds of dust that drifted close to the ground, there was a slice of green, like clover. It encircled the trunk on the side closest to the sun, and it peeked through where the dust wasn’t piled too high on the ground.
This. This was why. Why she fought, why she’d tried. It was hope. Acknowledgment on some greater level.
“What was it your friend said? Life adapts. We adapt.”
“He wasn’t a friend,” the Small Mercy said. “Not really.”
Red was quiet. She reached out to touch the green leaves, that were somehow surviving despite so much. Excerpt from Epilogue 1</ref>
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