I jerked as Tess screeched. “We have to fit where?” I glanced about certain guards would spring through a door or window.

Naft looked ready to holler back, but kept his tongue by not saying anything. Instead he pointed at the trunk.

The wind was as unsettled as my nerves as I tucked Sevaum into this bed. Green eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Shhh,” I soothed.

The stars were dancing above. Declan swayed slightly to the side as hands grasped his shoulders. He twisted looking behind him. She stood there, as tall as he with hair the color of a flame and her gown to match. A warm fire calling him to stay and warm himself. He would have almost thought the wings part of the gown if he hadn’t seen them connect to her flesh.

I’d thought escaping the mirror would be the hard part. I’d been hopeful as I loped out of the cave. That feeling deserted me though as I’d been tied up with way too much firewood around me. This was her fault.

Another Wednesday, another flash fiction. Enjoy the story! The bonfires blazed before him mocking night’s grasp on the city. Wellind stood on the cobbles as another crowd surged past him with another load, jostled but standing still. Danwan was falling and with it went the art and history. Paper fluttered on the ground as leaves…

My heart sank with each tower stair. If she reached her chamber, I’d never get her out. Rounding the last curve, I saw the open door and stopped. Why’d she leave it open? Treading lightly, I moved along the wall to peer into her room.

Light spilled into the enclosure as the wooden door rattled open. I twisted standing in the center of the aisle lantern swinging like a beacon in my hand.

I sat in the chamber listening to the dull roar of the crowd, obscured by the thick stone walls of the keep. The cacophony ebbed and flowed as some unseen herald whipped the crowd into the appropriate frenzy.