Yariel: A Fictional Narrative

“Just keep on trekking. We’ll get there in time.” I respond with the last breath I have. “We just need to keep on pushing, otherwise we’ll get caught and there’s no way they’re sending us back to that.”

“Your thinking I will help you escape. I won’t.” The man said. Smirking deviously at (Y/n)’s crestfallen face.

“Yeah, well don’t get used to it,” I reply, “I can’t save your life every time you’re endanger.”

“. . . All right, but I really can’t stay for long.” I decided to go rather than die from pneumonia.

    “I couldn’t just let you wander off from the group. I am the leader so it is my responsibility to make sure that you are safe from beginning to end.” responds Meriwether

"Listen to me," he said, his voice lowering as he inched closer to the border and me, "Flamestar is.....he's planning something, and he needs to be stopped." He whispered, as I slowly moved forward too. I felt my tail swing uncomfortably, understanding that what he said was right, but refusing to let him know he was correct in his suspicions.

Jack Noonan heard her laughing and became suspicious. He wondered what she was laughing about. He asked her “ What are you laughing at Mary, is it something we said”. “Oh, no” she said. “ I was just thinking of all of the good times me and Patrick had together”. Jack was starting to become suspicious and was wondering if she had anything to do with the murder. He started to become sick after he ate the meat and decided to go home and go to sleep. The next morning he hadn't felt any better since last night. He went back to Mary Molony’s house. He had then realized that he remembered the lamb tasted a little funny like it had a disease. Jack remembered that Patrick had told him that he had been feeling off, just like Jack was now. He had wondered

"Shadow Bonnie doesn't want to show his face around me, huh? You can't beat me anyways, (Y/N)! Even with full power, I'm much more stronger than you'll ever be!" Yariel hissed, black mist surrounding him. You stood guard in front of Springtrap whom kept panting at his own blood loss despite

"Damn. That's horrible. I'm sorry." Lancelot couldn't imagine enduring such a dreadful loss. No wonder this man was crying. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No, I don't want to" I whined, feeling Dennison wrap his arms around me again.

"Right. There's been too much drama. We all need our rest," he said, holding back the impulsive yawns, all the while his brain working on a capture and kill scenario.

"Please let me leave safely." I whispered. They didn't understand the depth of my plea. Sophia turned and looked at me like a mother would to her

“I’m a soldier. You knew that right from the get-go. If I went to the hospital, it would affect my chances to re-up later.”

The climax of the story is when felix is left to his own devices after going on a mission with Yuli. Leading up to the conflict Yuli asks Felix to go with her to get food to bring back for the other partisans. They head out to a town with Dom hooked up to a cart full of jewels to trade with farmers in exchange of food. When they get to the town they set up things they have to trade, climbed into the back of their cart and tried to get a little more sleep. After a couple of minutes they heard explosions off in the distance. They Climbed out of their cart and stepped outside to see what was going on and they noticed it was Nazis blowing up their own people. When a Nazi had approached them, Yuli used the knife she had been sharpening for the last couple days

His name was Al. He was asking himself some questions. He wasn’t sure he could do it. He had to find an answer. And so he left home to see the world. He went outside the comforts of golden sheets and soft pillows to put himself to the ultimate test.