The Shepherd I can tell when you're going to die.The Shepherd1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Which is pretty weird, you know? Weirder still because I don't know you. I've never met you. I've never seen your face. I don't even know your name. But somehow, every time you get hurt, every time you need help, I get this sort of burning in my skin. A prickling, an itch; difficult to describe. An overwhelming desire to run and save you.
It's not just you. I feel like I should make that clear. It's lots of people. Maybe all people. I've never counted. They all get hurt, though. They all need my help. Even the most cautious need saving at one time or another.
So I try to save them. Wouldn't you?
I rush to them as fast as I can, watch the mountains blur beneath my feet, tear through the city like wind to get to their side. If they're bleeding I bring bandages. If they're starving I bring food. I can always tell. It never helps, though. I always get there just a little too late, no matter how fast I run. I've watched