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Prompt: #MidWeekFlash I don’t know why my stomach twists into knots as I make my way toward the shrine. Each step up the stone stairs brings me closer to Valmong, and though he all but told me he wanted me to stay, I can’t help but worry. Wanting me to stay amidst the stress of our quest – the constant danger we were in – is completely different from the reality of our situation. I’ve already…

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Prompt: “Did you feel it?” My hand wraps around the siberite gem, its pulsating energy giving off a faint purple hue, drawing me in. Before I realize what I’m doing, I take it off its stand and bury it in my bag. The Insight feels heavy, the weight of it not quite solid but triggering a pressure in my chest that wasn’t there before. “Did you feel it calling you?” The voice comes from the other…

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Prompt: “Could happen to anybody.” The streets are quiet as we make our way through them, but I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. A head of us, the compass leads the way with its beam of light. Valmong reassures me that this town doesn’t have a night life to speak of – that we’re safe weaving in and out of side streets on our way out. Still, I can’t help but look over my shoulder, the…

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Prompt: “You may be sorry.” Furious words are on the tip of my tongue when I turn to look at Valmong, but they fall away at the sight of him. The base of his left horn is bleeding, and his right hand holds his ribs, indicating an injury I can’t see. He struggles to stay upright. “Val – what happened?” I rush over to help him inside. “Noquate’s men.” He groans, sagging into the chair. “More…

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Prompt: “How much time do I have?”

The moon yawns wide above us, and stars dancing in the dark. I try to focus on that, on how peaceful it feels. Anything to distract from my own thoughts. With a sigh, I close my eyes and try to sleep.

But I can’t.

So I get up and move to sit beside Valmong, leaning against a fallen tree. A few feet away, Nevari continues to sleep uninterrupted.

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Prompt: “It wasn’t going to be pretty.”

Nevari’s face peeks through the dark, her eyes filling with panic as she places a finger over her lips and points upward with her other hand. Above, the floorboards creak, and shadows shift with frantic urgency. Valmong moves in complete silence, pressing against the wall, eyes trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening.

The thugs search the…

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Prompt: “Time to go into battle.”

I’ve never prepared for a fight.

Stocking up on supplies, readying weapons, and generally making peace with the fact that I might not live to see tomorrow is not a thing I ever thought I’d do. But here I am.

Across the room, Valmong moves like he’s done this a million times.

And maybe he has. I have no idea what his life was like before I fell…

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Prompt: “Can’t or won’t?”

My head swims with agony, and it’s like I can feel the life draining out of me with each beat of my heart. Valmong continues to carry me through the darkness, and I try to focus on the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. Every inch of me is lead, weighed down by the pain so much I can hardly breathe.

“We can’t just keep running!” Nevari seems to struggle…