Can you guess my character's age?
Going to the river alone is forbidden, especially at this hour. Knowing this clear-cut rule of our people wasn’t enough to stop me from stepping off the gravel path and walking deep into the vacant field. I no longer controlled my body.
Adrenaline thrummed inside me as I drifted closer to the water. Heat slithered through my limbs. White-hot anger burned in my belly. If it was even anger churning there. I had never felt anger creeping through my veins before. Whatever this was, it pulled me toward the unknown.
I didn’t belong here. I knew better. I should run in the opposite direction, back to our village. But I could not turn away. With each step into the darkness, the foreign emotion intensified, guiding me forward. I surrendered to the aggression. I had no choice.
I heard the warning bell like everyone else. My people fled for safety into the closest shelter possible. Not me.
A few more steps and I would see the river through the trees if the waning light consented. The coursing water rushed along mirroring my heightened flow of adrenaline. The sensory overload amplified, the calling grew louder and became hypnotic, driving me like a machine, steering me down a path I would not otherwise take.
I should not be here.
The bell clanged again, this time with faster frequency. I froze. The hammering in my chest felt as if my heart would burst through my rib cage and continue onward without me.
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