Writing Prompt: Calm and Cottage

Writing Prompt: Calm and Cottage

Sarah woke up with a start. It took her a moment to orient herself and adjust to her surroundings. It all came back to her in an instant. The accident. The screaming. The crying. Everything. She knew she was safe now. The terror was over for her. She never had to live through the nightmare that was her life again. She felt a sense of calm wash over her. 

Getting out of the bed, she decided to explore all of her safe house. She was going to have to get used to not checking her phone or social media first thing in the morning. That would just lead him to her. It would lead them to her. She didn’t want that. She went through too much trouble to get herself put in safety to do that. 

Making herself a cup of coffee, she stepped out of the cottage onto her back porch. She always loved enjoying a cup of coffee while enjoying the scenery. It was one of her past times that she sorely missed once she’d chosen the life she found herself trapped in. 

She wouldn’t think about that. Not now. Not ever again. It was time to put it behind her. Everybody made mistakes. Even herself. She switched her thoughts to her family. It had been years since she was able to talk to them. Once it was safe, she was going to try to reach out to them again. She hoped they would forgive her for all that she put them through. She never meant to cause them pain.

Once she had finished her coffee, she went back into her cottage and straight to her bookshelf. One of the things she planned to take advantage of while she was laying low was catching up on her reading. She didn’t know that the friend who had been planning to help her escape had also been smuggling her books out of the house for her and putting them here. She could cry with relief. She was so thankful to him. She did miss their friendship dearly. She sincerely hoped he was safe. 

She wound up spending the rest of her day reading. She managed to finish the book she was working on and start another. She would have kept on reading had her stomach not reminded her that she had forgotten to eat anything and it was already dinner time. She was shocked how many hours had passed her by. It didn’t feel like any time had passed at all. 

She cooked herself a steak and a potato and took them to the living room to enjoy the book some more while she ate. She was just finishing her meal when she heard a noise outside. It was just getting dark outside. She was spooked. She had just written it off as her imagination playing tricks on her when she heard the sound again. 

She crept to the windows to the backyard and was shocked to find a wolf laying on her back porch. Her breath caught in her throat when the wolf turned and looked at her. It was alarming the way the wolf seemed to have a knowing look on its face. It was like the wolf knew who she was. It unnerved her.

Writing Prompt: Castle and Cake

Writing Prompt: Castle and Cake

The castle was decorated to the max. There were streamers and ribbons in every nook and cranny. Lights had been set out on every single walkway to the castle. This was an extraordinary night. Everybody was excited. The twins were turning sixteen. 

Everybody had watched these two grow up into the sweet girls they were today. They had turned into compassionate young women who cared about everybody and everyone around them. They didn’t let their social status cloud their judgment. They were humble and kind. Everybody loved to back in their presence. 

The only snag keeping everything from being absolutely perfect was the cake. Nobody could decide on the exact cake to make for the twins. While the twins were both kind and pure of heart, they were different in almost everything else. What one twin liked, the other twin generally didn’t care for all that much. Gwynn loved strawberries and vanilla, and Tabitha loved blueberries and chocolate. Gwynn loved painting and horseback riding, and Tabitha loved reading and writing. It goes on and on. 

“What about making two cakes? This is a special day. Why not make the cakes special as well.”

Everybody stared at Tom as if he’d grown a second head. He didn’t even flinch. He stared back at everybody keeping his stance. He knew he had a good idea and everybody else did as well. After conceding the point, they all got to work on making both of the beautiful cakes for the two beautiful girls. 

Just as they stored the cakes in their secret place until the big event, Gwynn walked in. She looked distraught and her clothes were disheveled. Everybody ran to her to help console her. Nobody knew exactly what had happened, but they all assumed the worst. Tabitha came in a few minutes later looking just as distraught. After several moments, Tabitha finally spoke up.

“It’s Shini. Somebody ran over our Shini.”


“I’m afraid she’s right. We found her just outside the castle gates.”

“Oh that’s so horrible! I can’t believe this. That cat never leaves these walls!”

“That’s what we thought, too. I guess today she braved it.Gwynn and I went to give her her food today and we couldn’t find her. We searched for an hour before finally finding her there.”

Everybody was too devastated to say much else. The cat had been around for as long as anybody can remember and was just as beloved as the twins were. Addie went and got some cupcakes for the girls to cheer them up a bit, but that’s all the action anybody made during that time. 

Writing Prompt: Talent and Flute

Writing Prompt: Talent and Flute

Mia pressed her head against the window and watched the world pass her by. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was defying her family and risking everything. Even her relationship with her supposed supportive boyfriend. She just knew in her heart that it was the right thing to do. This was her future. This would lead her to great things. Couldn’t they be happy about that? Why were they so intent on keeping her in the small town where she had no room to grow and thrive. 

She thought about the email that she got the week before. They raved about her audition video. They told her that her talent was just what their school needed. They were prepared to pay for her tuition and her room and board. All she had to do was meet with them and discuss everything. They also wanted to get to know her. They wanted to know what other talents and passions she hid from the world.

At first she was floored. She wouldn’t have sent an audition video to anybody. Yes, she wanted to. Especially this specific school. She’d dreamed of going there ever since the school came to her school recruiting and offering full scholarships to the most talented. Only one person knew she was considering going. Faith.

She had immediately called Faith and demanded an explanation for doing what she did. Faith couldn’t be more smug about her deed. She told Mia that her talent with the flute would get her far in life. It shouldn’t be wasted away just because Mia’s family wanted a live-in maid to take care of them for the rest of their lives. 

Mia wanted to be mad at her friend for going behind her back. She couldn’t though. She was just so happy that she would have the opportunity to live the life she wanted to live. She pretended to admonish her friend a little more before finally giving it up and thanking her friend sincerely. She had tears in her eyes at the end of that call. 

Pulling herself out of her reverie, she realized she was there at last. The bus was coming to a stop. She got up and grabbed all of her belongings. This was it. This was the moment that would change her life forever. She thought she would be more nervous than she was. All she felt was excitement. She felt a hope that she had never felt in her life. This was it. She was here.

Writing Prompt: Explosion and Wind

Writing Prompt: Explosion and Wind

Brayden followed the path of the wind. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew that the wind was guiding him. He could feel it in every fiber of his being. The problem was that he was growing tired. He had been following the wind for the better part of two hours. He was just about to give up hope and call it quits when he saw it. The sight was remarkable. It was incredible and depressing at the same time. 

He could tell that it was caused by a major explosion. Nothing survived the impact. He took a few moments to read the energy in the air. It didn’t take him long to realize that this was no accident. This place had been attacked on purpose. He was afraid to look further. He didn’t want to find all the bodies he knew were bound to be underneath the rubble. 

He was just musing on his luck of being the one to find the mess when the wind he had been following turned and caressed his cheek before disappearing. He let out a huff of frustration. Sometimes being in tune with the wind could be a real pain in the ass. Especially when the wind was in a very feisty mood. Which was pretty often. The wind always seemed to choose him to find things like this as well so that he could report his findings to the Queen.

With a sigh, he grabbed his drawing pad out of his satchel, He sat down and began to make a sketch of the area. He knew he was going to have to make at least three more sketches before all was said and done so that he could take them to the Queen. She liked to see the situation at hand before she sent her men to go investigate. She had been burned too many times going blindly into things. 

It took him quite a few hours to get all the sketches he needed, but he managed to get them all. He was sickened by the sight before him. He couldn’t understand why somebody would come in and destroy such a beautiful place just for the sake of doing it. He wanted to cry, but he knew that could wait until later. For now, he had a journey to make. He must find the Queen and show her everything. Including the King’s ring found in the rubble.

Writing Prompt: Dream and Sun

Writing Prompt: Dream and Sun

The realm of dreams was a very strange realm. It harbored many different scenes from many different people. Some relaxing. Some alluring. Some downright terrifying. Every single dream needed to be monitored. If something killed a person in their dream, they would never wake up again. 

There were many guardians that monitored the realm as much as possible to keep this very thing from happening. Sometimes, things got missed. The guardians grieved when this happened. They could do nothing but watch as the dream flickered and disappeared entirely. They prayed for the loved ones that were left behind and for the ones who were bound to find the body. Some guardians were even known to go crazy after seeing too many.

Sasha was one of the best guardians in the realm. She was even known to interact in some of the dreams. It was one of her favorite past times. She also loved to cheer up other guardians when she could see that they were down. Nothing made her happier than to be able to bring somebody’s mood completely around. 

Her favorite types of dreams to explore always had a sun in them. Especially ones that seemed to have a bright day. She loved the sun. When guardians asked her why she loved the sun so much, she told them that she didn’t see the sun that much when she was a human. When they asked questions after that, she tended to shut them down or just change the subject. They all quickly got the point that it was a very sore subject that she would never wish to talk about.

All of the guardians were both blessed and cursed to retain all of their memories from their human lives. Some rejoiced in it, but some wished that they would never have to remember a single horrible memory that they carried with them. 

Every hundred years, the guardians were given a choice to continue living in the dream realm or to be given another human life. Most guardians chose to stay in the realm. They felt a sense of peace there. Especially the ones who had mastered turning nightmares into good dreams again. There were a few that grew bored of the routine of things. They wanted to take another stab at a life on Earth.

Sasha sometimes kept tabs on those who went back to Earth. She loved watching their dreams and seeing what had become of them. She never told any other guardian about doing so. They would tell her that she shouldn’t do that and that it wasn’t good for her. She didn’t care. She wanted to be prepared for when she finally chose to go back. She wasn’t ready yet, but eventually she knew she would be. And she wanted to learn how the world was as the years went by.

Writing Prompt: Hope and Lobster

Writing Prompt: Hope and Lobster

Hope was bored. She had been at work for five hours and had seen as many customers. It was slow. She figured it would be. Today was the first day of the fair. Everybody was excited for it. There were rumors that some celebrities would be visiting the fair this year. She didn’t believe it, of course. She knew people would, though. She always found what people would fall for to be comical. 

She had also counted on the owner to give everybody short shifts for the day. Which he did. To everybody but her. For her, he seemed to find a twelve hour shift highly appropriate. When she confronted him about being the only one that had such a long shift, he just rambled on about her being the most reliable and listed the people he was sure were going to call off because they would be going to the fair instead. 

The thought of people calling off to go to the fair when they were only working four hours to begin with infuriated her. If she could do twelve hours and miss the entire first day, they could survive four. She knew that he was right about them. She wasn’t even shocked when shortly after they came in every single one that he predicted had called off. She only wished she was able to administer disciplinary action to them. She was the manager only in name. The owner handled all of the write ups and discharges. 

She sat at a booth by the bar. That was fine. If Perry wanted to pay her to sit around and do nothing, that was fine with her. At least she had the next two days off. She could go to the fair and enjoy her time then. She had just pulled out her book to start reading when she heard the tell tell sign of the bell at the door. With a sigh, she got up and placed her book in her back pocket.

“Welcome to Zoey’s Seafood Shack! Please feel free to sit anywhere you wish!”

She took a look at the woman who had just entered. She looked a little older than Hope. She also looked very poised and sophisticated. Despite that, she looked like she carried a lot of sorrow with her. Any other time, Hope would delve deeper to find out what troubled this woman. Today, she was too tired to care.

“Thank you, dear. May I ask, do you serve lobster?”

She resisted the urge to point out this was a seafood place. Afterall, it was a fair question she supposed. Maybe some seafood places didn’t serve lobster. Who was she to judge? She had to resist being cranky and be civil with her only customer. Especially if she wanted a good tip.

“We certainly do. Let me get you a menu, darling!”

“Thank you very much! I’m new here. I was supposed to be only visiting. Oh nevermind. You don’t want to hear my story. I’m sure.”

“Don’t say that. I’m happy to lend an ear if you need it.”

“Oh you’re too kind, my sweet. Perhaps next time. In the meantime, I’ll let you enjoy your downtime. That’s a good book you’re reading.”

As Hope gave the woman the menu and walked away, it dawned on her what the woman had said. There was absolutely no way the woman could have seen the book that Hope was reading. It was in her back pocket long before she walked up to her. She shuddered as a chilling suspicion went through her. This woman would change life for her as she knew it.

Writing Prompt: Mouse and City

Writing Prompt: Mouse and City

Gretchen sat in the carriage looking at the scenery as it passed. She had a long week. She was so glad that it was finally over with. She felt like she had talked to everybody in the village at least twice. Everybody knew that she was going into the city to gather the items they would need for the month. Of course they did. They are the ones that voted for her to do the task. 

She had so many things to get that she was sure she would have to hire at least ten wagons and twice as many hands to help her get it all back. The village seemed to grow by the day. The more it grew, the more items they needed to survive. She didn’t mind. What she minded was being sent to the city alone. She didn’t even have a companion to keep her company on the long journey there.

She watched out of the window for a little longer before she got bored of it. Shed watching the trees pass her by and the animals that got curious and came close to the carriage, but it did get old after a while. Feeling her eyes getting heavy, she succumbed to sleep. 

The sounds of horns woke her up. They signaled that she was close to the city. She sat up with a start and quickly checked to make sure that she looked presentable. The last thing she wanted to do was give people the wrong impression because her clothes looked disheveled. She arrived at the gate where a stony faced man stood. He leaned in to check the passengers.

“Welcome back, Gretchen. I’m beginning to think you come here to see me.”

“However did you figure it out, George?”

“Why else would you come to my gate even though there are multiple entrances?”

“George, you are too much! Not guessing you’d be willing to come help me shop and load up the wagons?”

“Oh my love. If only I could. My wife would kill me if I as much as sneezed outside of city boundaries. I happen to know for a fact that there will be numerous men that will fight at the chance to help you get everything back to your village.”

“Maybe so, but none of them will ever compare to you, my dear.”

“Oh you’re too much. You know, Mildred would love to see you while you’re here. Are you in a rush? Or will you be here for a few days?”

“I will most definitely be here for a few days. One or two days to rest, two days to gather everything on the list, and two days to load everything up and rest.”

“Good. Then we expect you to come over for dinner. Don’t you dare make excuses. You know Mildred will hunt you down and drag you over!”

“She won’t have to do that at all. I will be there this evening if you will have me.”

“Perfect. I’ll let her know when I get home.”

“I am looking forward to it. Mildred is such a wonderful cook. I’ve missed it since I was here last. See you soon.”

“Yes. See you soon, m’lady.”

I chuckled at the interaction as I made my way into the city. On the way to the tavern I’d be staying at, a mouse ran out in front of the carriage giving myself and the horses quite the scare. It was gone almost as fast as it showed up. She had almost convinced herself that she had imagined it until she saw that the horses were still tense.

Writing Prompts: Hello Gretchen

In honor of being in Savannah, this week I will be doing my writing prompts based on random pictures. If this goes well enough, I may consider making it a thing. I’d even take photo submissions.

Day 63

She looked out the window. She lost hope of being found with every passing day. He did everything in his power to make sure nobody knew anything was wrong. Including taking her phone and constantly updating her social media. As far as anybody knew, she was out and about having the time of her life. She was healing from her recent horrible break up.

Her thoughts strayed back to that horrible night again. She should have just let it go. She shouldn’t have kept pushing for answers from Stacy. She learned more than she ever expected to. Stacy was still in love with her ex. Stacy’s ex wanted them to get married and have kids. There was no way to compete with that. All Stacy ever wanted was to start a family.

They could have had a family. She knew it. She could have said it. She was just so shocked at the events that she let Stacy walk away. She didn’t even fight for her. By the time it occurred to her to do so, she felt something go over her mouth and the world went dark. When she woke up, she was here.

A sound came from the other side of the room. She tenses with fear. She doesn’t know if she should stay where she’s at or hide. She looks down at the chain tied to her ankle. She looks around at everything close to her that she can reach. It’s too late. He steps into the light and smiles.

Hello Gretchen. We finally meet again.

Coming Home

“Thought this town wasn’t good enough for you.”

I looked up and right into the eyes of Trever Meyers. We dated in high school. We loved each other very much, but we wanted two different things. I wanted to travel and get out of this town. He wanted to stay here and settle down.

Trever was handsome. He always had been. He was lean, but not to lanky. He was muscular in a soft way. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He stood just at 5’8. He’s always had a smile that could melt any girl. That smile wasn’t there today.

“Trever. It’s nice to see you. You know I have family here still.”

“Funny how they haven’t mattered for the past ten years.”

It was unnerving how Trever looked. He had a cold look about him, and his glare sent a shiver down my spine. I’d been told that he’d been doing really good, but the way he was told me that wasn’t the case.

“Trever, please. It wasn’t personal. The school I was accepted in was amazing. And I was lucky to get a job of my dreams right after graduation! I’ve visited, but I haven’t ever been able to stay long.”

“So, I’ve heard. Well, it was good to see you.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Trever, please don’t be like this. I’m going to be here for at least a month. It would be nice to catch up. I heard you and Macy just had your third baby. Congrats.”

“Thanks, I guess. But Macy and I are separated.”

“What? Why? You two were so happy from what I heard!”

“None of the kids are mine.”

I shuffled my feet at that. I didn’t know what to say. Macy had been after Trever since high school. I couldn’t see her throwing that away. But I had heard rumors about Macy in school that weren’t exactly flattering. I never really believed them, but now it seems that maybe I should have.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah me too. Guess I’m just meant to have my heart ripped out of my chest.”

“Trever. I never meant to hurt you. Didn’t you read my letter?”

“Yes. I read your stupid letter! You think that takes away from you leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I went to find you and you were nowhere to be found. I was told that you were with Macy. So I left. It’s not really attractive to hold grudges.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“Enough. I’m sick of having this stupid argument. I messed up, but that was over a decade ago! Will you let it go? Or should I leave?”

“I’m sorry, Veronica. You hurt me badly. Even more than Macy did.”

“It hurt me too. I wanted you to go with me. You know that.”

“I know, but I belong here.”

“How do you know that when you never even left?”

“I just know. You don’t think I’ve never left here? I go on vacations. I’m not barbaric. I never felt home anywhere but here.”

“Look. I have to go. I am meeting my mom in a half hour. Is there a chance we can meet somehow? Have coffee?”

“I’d like that.”

“I would too. It’s clear we have a lot to talk through.”

“Yes, we do. Thank you, Veronica Lynn.”

We exchanged numbers and then I hugged him and left. I couldn’t understand why he was so hostile after all this time. From what I’ve been told, he’s been very happy with life after I left. It was even speculated for awhile that my leaving may have been good for him. Clearly, there’s a lot I need to get caught up on.

Thirty minutes later, I pulled into my mom’s house. I took a deep breath. I haven’t gotten a long with my mother in a few years. Not since I graduated high school. She expected me to come straight home. She wasn’t exactly happy when I took the job offer in Chicago. There’s nothing I could say that would help her understand why this was a dream job. She felt that my responsibilities at home were more important.

I got out of the car and straightened my clothes. Last thing I want to do is look like a slob when meeting with my mother. Since I took the job, she’s really been on me about my appearance. Nothing I wear is good enough. She seems to think that the magazine I work for is some high fashioned magazine. If it was, I wouldn’t be working for them.

I walked up to the porch and took my key out. I unlocked the door and walked in. Putting my stuff on the table by the door and my coat on the coat hanger. I walked into the kitchen and sat down.

“Mom?! I’m here.”

“You’re five minutes late.”

I rolled my eyes. We have never stayed on time for anything in this family. It seems that if you get a nice job right out of college that you suddenly have to obey the laws of time. That seems logical, I guess.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Mom walked into the kitchen. I watched as she eyed me up and down. My mom was young looking and beautiful. Most people that didn’t know us actually thought she was my sister. We both have beautiful brown hair. Her eyes are green and mine are blue. We are both carrying a bit of extra weight. She is just at the 5-foot mark. I’m mere inches taller.

“Interesting choice of clothing”

I looked down at myself. I was wearing my favorite comfortable jeans and a t-shirt representing my favorite band. I had flip flops on. I love flip flops. It’s the only acceptable way to go around barefoot it would seem.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

She stared at me for a minute like she was deciding if I was asking her a serious question.

“I would think that somebody with your career would want to dress more appropriately.”

“We’ve been over this before mom. I am not with a fashion magazine. I’m with one that focuses on the arts. Mostly I write stories, poems, and reviews.”

“That gives you permission to dress like a teenager?”

“People of all ages dress like this. I don’t understand why you want me to be something I’m not. I’ll never care about fashion. Why can’t you just accept that?”

“Fine. I’ll drop it. I’m just worried about you. You’ll never catch a good man dressing like that.”

I sighed. She would never let that go. Since Trever, I’ve casually dated a few men and women, but I’ve never really had any serious commitments. Nobody has been good enough to bring home. She’s noticed. We’ve had several discussions about this. She’s convinced I’m pining over Trever.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Mom. Besides, how do we know that the love of my life isn’t a woman?”

Mom scoffed. She started at me incredulously as if I had just told her to chop off her own hand and serve it for dinner.

“Surely you are over that horrid phase by now.”

“Mom, it’s not a phase. I’m bisexual. You’re going to have to accept it. It’s who I am.”

“Please. Bisexuals don’t exist. You either like women or you like men. Liking both is just selfish and unnatural.”

I didn’t bother to respond to that. It’s insane to know that my mother would be okay with me being a lesbian but can’t accept that I might be bisexual. I looked at my watch. If we didn’t leave now, we would be late.

“Look at the time. We need to go.”

“Don’t you want to change first?”

“What I have on is fine, Mom. Besides, look at the clock. We don’t have time!”

We spent the next few hours really enjoying time together. We watched a movie. Then we had dinner at our favorite restaurant. We even walked to the lake to enjoy the night air. For the first time in a long time, we were close. We were doing things we both enjoyed doing and we weren’t fussing.

I dropped mom off at home and made my way back to my hotel room. Mom offered to let me stay with her, but I’d already booked the room. I told her that once the reservation was done, I’d consider it. I didn’t know how long I’d be in town. Being able to stay with Mom would make things cheaper. Especially if I wound up needing to stay for a long time.

After everything went down, my boss felt that it would be best if I went home until things calmed down. She’d be communicating with me through email with all my assignments, and I’d send them in through email. It was all seemingly planned out for the most part.

I still didn’t think it was fair. I didn’t do anything wrong. Somehow, I got drug in the middle of it all and because of that, I’m in the hot seat. Luckily my boss took pity on me since she knew the situation. I understand she’s just trying to keep me out of harm’s way. I just wish she knew how much I hated it here.

It turned out that our former owner was sleeping with many of the employees. He was also sleeping with quite a few women who interacted with the company regularly. His wife found out about it. She demanded that he sell the company or she was going public about everything. Which wouldn’t be good for the company at all.

Since it came to light, there has been an all out witch hunt. People started quitting for either their involvement or because they were repulsed. Some of the suspected people were let go for their part in the whole ordeal. People started pointing fingers and making horrible accusations.

My name got thrown in the mix. People assumed that because I helped him with some of the major projects that nobody wanted to do that we were sleeping together. They also assumed that because I was young and pretty that I’d try to sleep my way to the top. Needless to say, they didn’t know me at all.

I loved my job, but sometimes working there could be a nightmare. I’d started working from home after the whole scandal came out. But someone started leaving threatening messages on my door. My boss got nervous and told me she would feel better if I went home until everything sorted itself out. She’s convinced that once we get a new owner everything will calm down. I hope she’s right.

I spent a couple hours writing for my latest assignment. Once I turned everything in, I got in bed and read until I was tired enough to sleep. I’d reserved the room for a week thinking that everything should be resolved by then, but from the email that my boss sent me while I was out with Mom, it looked like it may be longer than that.

I had just laid down to get comfortable and fall asleep when my phone chirped. I had a text message.

I’m sorry for the way I acted today. I’ve got a lot going on. It’s not easy to find out that the woman you’ve been married to for five years was sleeping around the whole time.

I wanted to ask questions, but I didn’t feel it was my place to pry. I really did want to be there for him through these tough times. We didn’t work out, but I still cared.

I understand completely. That’s really something nobody should ever have to experience. It seems that I will be in town for quite some time. I’m here if you need to talk.

He responded almost immediately.

I just might take you up on that. Goodnight, Veronica.

Goodnight, Trever.

Shaylin Survives

Technically, this isn’t a writing prompt. I got it from an idea I had at random today. It will be a scene at random and not the beginning of a story.

Shaylin was terrified. All around her people were running and screaming. Nobody knew what was going on. There was gunfire and fire balls shooting out in all directions. They barely had time to start fleeing before the attack started. If Ria hadn’t had her vision, there’s no telling how many more lives would be lost currently.

She reached the tunnel at last and looked around to make sure others were coming in. She wanted to stay there and attack, but she didn’t know how she could. Her power only worked if she was able to use the power of people around her. It was her gift and it was her curse. She had access to anything anybody around her possessed, but she had no power of her own. Unless you counted the telepathic communication that every person in her village possessed.

They are coming quickly. Quick! Help me attack them!

She looked over to find Dax. One of the fire mages she knew well. She didn’t hesitate or respond. She threw out her hands as if she did this all the time and let the fire pool onto her hands and arms. She looked over to see Dax doing the same thing. Focusing intently.

Once she was sure she had a clear shot at a group of the attackers, she let the fire go. Many of them went down, but there were still some standing. They kept coming for them. Nothing would hold them back from their goal. Enslaving us and using our powers.

I prepared to make another attack when I heard a startled cry next to me. Dax had been hit! I looked closely and found that he had been hit with an arrow to the knee. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make it hard to focus on wielding his fire.

I looked up to find that our attackers were almost at the tunnel. I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed at Dax and started to drag him further back into the tunnel. Two people came from nowhere and took the time to help me.

When we finally got to a safe point, We took the time to remove the arrow and stop the bleeding. We did what we could to clean the wound. I was grateful that he hadn’t gotten a worse injury. It barely embedded into his skin.

Once everything seemed calm and quiet, I went to sit to find a stabbing pain in my side. I looked down to find an arrow sticking in. I heard the gasp of somebody nearby me as if they noticed the arrow too. The last thing I saw before darkness was them coming to me with a worried expression on their face.


The name pulsed through my brain with a ferocity before everything went black.