"Well, you could say I'm still getting the hang of my skill," Alana nervously looked at her feet and brushed sweat from her forehead. She had accidentally teleported the group a mile away from her house, the intended destination.
"No kidding," Atlas remarked.
She gave him a dirty look but didn't reply.
Immi, meanwhile, was skipping toward the villagers and making friendly conversation with them.
Atlas sighed and yelled "C'mon Immi! Let's get this over with!"
Immi joined them once again and they trudged forward toward Alana's house.
YOU ARE READING
Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
