I'm so cold. It's raining and the sky is not holding back. My cloak is stained with blood and I can barely walk, much less guide Tsula who, in her current state, can barely walk herself.
That's when I spot it. A small opening in the bluff's side. It's a cave, small but better than nothing. I lead Enola to it. "Stay here, I'll be back." I instruct.
After nearly three hours of foraging, I've managed to collect a meager bundle of twigs buried deeply enough under the thick carpet of leaves to remain somewhat dry. Once the fire is going I do my best to assess the situation.
We have no food or water. Our only heat source is this weak flame and we each have a thin cloak, both of which are quickly staining with blood. I want to cry. If I was cast out that would be one thing. But they hurt Tsula. I just want to fall into a heap and cry and have Mother or Ai come and comfort me.
Instead, I lay down next to Tsula and wrap her in my cloak. "We're gonna be okay Tsula. I promise. Give me a few days, I'll get better and I'll fly us somewhere warm. I'll figure out a way to get us out of here."
I know that isn't true. I won't get better, not for a long time. And I can't fly, not anymore.
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Golden Ink
Short StoryFor as long as she has lived with Father, Kaori has been taught to fear the Society for the Betterment of Humanity, the only group powerful enough, or arrogant enough, to challenge his power. But now Kaori finds herself in their clutches, her world...
