Prompt: “I’d been home two weeks.”
Running through the dark with Valmong, my thoughts whirl in a frenzied panic.
Why did this happen to me? How did it happen?
My mind keeps going back home, to the little apartment in Philly I’d only just rented. I’d been home two weeks. Not even fully unpacked yet, still adjusting to my new job. And now this.
A fireball barely misses me, scorching the tree to my right before fizzing out of existence.
“Keep moving!” Valmong tugs my hand, and it’s only then I realize I’d stopped, startled by the attack. “Camilla-”
“I can’t.” My feet are frozen to the ground, my eyes stuck on the blackened bark of the tree. “I won’t make it. I’m never going home – I’m going to die here-”
Valmong picks me up like I weigh nothing, tucks me into his chest, and continues running. A few more attacks hit the trees around us – arrows, iceballs, more fireballs. When Valmong stops, it’s to hide inside a large, hollow tree. He crouches low as far back into the tree as we can go, his body and cloak blocking me from the entrance, arms and tail around me. The commotion passes us by, but still he doesn’t move.
It isn’t until the silence settles and we can hear the forest come to life again that he finally releases me and stands.
“You can’t just stop like that, Camilla. You’re going to get us both killed.”
“Don’t apologize. Just don’t do it again.”
Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt.
As always, think happy thoughts 🙂