A Losing Game

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==Full Text==
The one time Juro prayed for dreamless sleep to overtake him, it didn’t come.
He pulled his long legs closer to him, one arm thrown over his eyes in an attempt to block out all light and lull himself into slumber. Virion ruffled its feathers underneath him, provided the warmth and protection he needed as they settled far from the village and any possible prying eyes.
The Bookkeeper cracked an eye open, momentarily giving up on his endeavour, to stare up at the night sky. Stars twinkled across the dark blue and black expanse, filtering through shadowed leaves and branches as the wind rustled through them.
There were plenty of things to think about. They were also the exact things that he shouldn’t be. Milae’s face flashed across his mind, and he immediately quelled whatever bubbled up inside him in a panic, curling up even further where he laid. But it didn’t help, as Dario’s face also appeared, worsening all intrusive thoughts and feelings. Juro groaned to himself, almost as if it was a physical pain even though it wasn’t, clutching his slender hands to his chest as he breathed shallowly.
Faint chains rattled from nowhere, and both Bookkeeper and golem shifted in worry. Virion pulled a wing over Juro again so that he was covered completely as he buried his face in a sea of white. Scenes kept replaying in his head, and constant what ifs and I should haves crossed him in turmoil, as he continued to struggle against his own self.
Long minutes turned into long hours before he could finally breathe again, easing out of his tension. The sounds disappeared, and so did the wing that blocked his view as Virion settled again.
Juro sighed, I don’t regret coming back. Do I…?
There was no opportunity to find an answer to the question, as the ground beneath them rumbled and shook, lighting up the darkness in a familiar teal. A heavy power surge, instilling some type of fear, causing Virion to warp back into a portal and Juro to leap to his feet as he stared down, watching snow and soil and rock move, energy overwhelming all of their senses for some time, before settling again into shadow, like nothing had happened.
What the… Yun? Is he here? His head snapped up, eyes searching across the village that stretched below where they stationed themselves, like he was expecting to find something despite their distance. But there was not much else after.
There was a rustling from behind him, and the Bookkeeper whirled around, nerves already tight from–well, everything. At first it was nothing, then from the shadows stepped out a little girl. She could not have been more than twelve. Her cropped blonde locks and golden eyes flashed despite the lack of light. Juro stared daggers at her; he could’ve sworn he knew who she was, but something about her was off… or maybe just different.
The girl stretched her arms up, bare toes curling impossibly in the snow like they didn’t feel the bitter cold. She smiled wordlessly at the Bookkeeper, and with unmoving lips, said, “What incredible power… is it not, darling?”
Snow crunched under his boot as he subconsciously took a step back at the pet name, sending an odd shiver down his spine; the sound sprang the girl into action.
There was a rush of thin strands that streaked straight for him in quick, inky movements, lacing and wrapping tendrils around his limbs, his legs, his wrists, his waist, crawling up his torso in unmeasurable speed, constricting around his neck and tracing lines up his face towards an eye, pressure on his jaw forcing his mouth open slightly as he tried to fight against it. It trapped him way too fast, closing the distance between him and the girl in an instant. She floated up to his eye level, throwing her frail arms around his neck, and leaned forward, bringing face and lips closer to each other in a flurry of movement.
He could feel her breath against his as she spoke again, physically this time, “But it could be more.”
Juro jolted, his arms flying up uncontrollably from his struggle that was suddenly released. He looked around wildly.
He was alone again with his golem, who was crooning at him worriedly, unknowing of what has just occurred, his body finally free and able to move. The girl had disappeared.