Friday, 5 June 2015

Firerain



When the army was maybe half a field over, I lost my cool and kicked the Corrector of Imlanor in the shin. She didn’t open her eyes, nor move from her cross-legged position, but she did reply.

“Yes?” she asked, annoyed.

“So sorry to bother you but we’re still just ten people against a couple hundred thousand and your God has-“

I stopped as the skies opened about the army, and their hollering turned to screams as some sort of acid poured down onto them.

“There we go!” I said, as she opened her eyes in shock.

“That’s not me…”

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