your true strength sleeps behind your eyes

[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

This beach was probably one of the ugliest, yet just down about twenty miles or so along the shore, Apollo wanted to create that outlaw hideaway that he and DaVinci had talked about only a few months ago. It was strange to be here, but he still didn’t necessarily consider it home. Instead, Apollo felt mostly like a nomadic rogue, wandering where ever he pleased, whenever he wanted. It would be nice, however, to see some old faces again. He knew Sirius wasn’t around, but he had already bumped into his old puppy-crush, Savina. The next person he hoped to find was DaVinci, eager that he would still be interested in the plan they had conspired.



He dropped his backpack onto the ground, swiping the jagged hair that hung in front of his eccentrically colored gaze. Eyeing the shoreline, Apollo watched as the waves lapped lazily onto the dirty sand. It was too cold to go swimming now, but he would be glad when the warmer months came around again so that he could go for a swim.

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