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[Featured by @Fantasy in High Fantasy]
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Elvina Hearst's life is the epitome of boring and with temperatures constantly in the high nineties, there aren't many things to keep her engaged. But when she gets caught in a raging inferno at...
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The horror that spread through her was incomprehensible. The sound—gods the sound.
Elvina kept an eye on the unguarded gate, her mind still replaying the sound that tore the night sky like a cry for blood. Her hairs were on an edge as anxiety pumped overtime through her veins. Silently, she started creeping closer towards the gate and the moment she saw it was all clear, she made a break for it, her feet pounding against the leaf-littered dirt floor as . She prayed no one could hear her steps as she ducked under the large structure and tried figuring out the way.
It was pitch black and in this camp where shadows ruled, the moon wasn't much help either. Elvina used her feet like a stick, feeling around in front of her so we wouldn't fall face flat into the floor—who knew what it was made of?
She continued to go through camp, keeping her ears and eyes sharp so she wouldn't end up on a Farsa's dinner plate. The twigs that cracked under her feet made her flinch until she saw the same worn down structure from before. Elvina glanced around, making sure no one could watch her before swiftly making her way inside.
The smell wasn't any worse, thankfully. The people were still behind the bars, just a few were awake now. They stared at her like she was a foreign object and Elvina didn't contemplate how long they'd been down here for. She spotted something resembling an axe across the building. She ran to pick it up, aware that the other people were now waking up. Elvina inspected the locks. They were made of iron and had layers of rust all around it. When she let go of the lock, it fell like red snow on the ground and her hands were covered in it.
Dusting her hand off, Elvina wrapped a hand around the handle of the axe before bringing it up and swinging it down with a huge amount of force. The rattle echoed in the night, startling many prisoners up and some babies started wailing. Elvina roughly took out the broken lock and opened the door.
"Go to the south entrance," she whispered but it sounded as if she was yelling, "there are no Farsa there."
Elvina moved onto the next lock, then the next, and the next, until all the prison cells had open gates and people were streaming out as quietly as they could, their footsteps all together sounding like a quiet drum. She was the last to leave the building, not bothering to close the door behind her. Her feet carried her fast while she looked around for any threats, the crossbow on her back and the axe in her hand feeling heavy.
As the people ran across the dark camp, she trailed behind, maintaining her distance. The night blurred everything together as Elvina struggled to make out any figures. She looked back to see if the civilians were through the gate or not and was relieved that they'd almost made it. Her relief was her bane.
Because right as she turned around, it slammed into her.
