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Short Story

So I was given a few words as a prompt for a short story. This is the story that was build from that. Hope you enjoy it. 




Words: Love Knife Battle Pain Sunlight
Dya shifted the bag slung over her shoulder, as she squinted through the sunlight at the ground. Stepping carefully, she managed to get past the mud without too much trouble. She kept her eyes on the ground though. If she didn’t, she would see It. She felt a hand on her shoulders, and glanced up. Hal was watching her, his brown eyes gentle. “You okay?” he asked cautiously. He had every right to be cautious after he almost received a knife to the face. When she had awoken following the battle, he’d been there. And he’d been the one to tell her that her brother was dead. She hadn’t meant to throw the knife. It had left her before she realised what she was doing. Then she’d cried. A lot. She’d scared him. She knew that well enough. All she could think at the time was that her brother, that she had loved so much, was gone. And it hurt. It …