It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep and that is the same for waking up. A glow streams through the curtains bathing the room in a warm orange glow. Archer, who was facing the other way, is still sleeping but moans a little and pulls the blanket over his head. I sit up and rub my eyes, gazing in awe at the lit up room and glowing curtain, the sun sure was bright today. I get up reach towards the curtain to let the suns rays in, ready to greet the world with a smile after a long night of moping. A scream rings my ears and I pull my hand back from the curtain. I check to see if it was Archer. He still has his eyes closed and is groggily getting up while yawning. I chuckle and look back to the curtain, how stupid of me to offend his pride in my head. Archer’s scream is much more boyish then that one, I think to myself recalling the time he fell to the ground when we escaped the sercurity.
Another scream rips through the peaceful afternoon. That scream was pretty close, I open the curtains and the afternoon sky is covered with clouds. I check the position of the sun, right about now that concert for the famous Dowser should be going on but that was in the middle of town, there shouldn’t be any screams close by. I look at Archer whose lower half is covered by the orange sheets, those should be yellow. I whip my head around and look at the sky yet again, from the West side of town a bright light fills the town and coats it with red, more screams fill the air and the glow grows stronger.
Archer and I share a glance before he darts out of bed only in his boxers. I throw my sheets on the floor, if there was anything hidden beneath them they would have fallen out. I grab my remaining personal items that are in view and find a ribbon amongst them, purely out of habit I tie my hair up and pull on my shoes.
Archer picks up his spare change and ties his headband onto his wrist before he runs out the door. He couldn’t be one of those ‘hero’ types, if he was this system I hoped we were going to have would fall apart, I groan and follow suit.
We run down to the lobby expecting to meet the receptionist there to demand his money and run like there was rabid dog chasing him - but he isn’t anywhere to be found. Archer darts out the doors. I glare at the place he left, he better be a coward. I run to grab the cart but Archer runs out of sight. I am stuck between following him or grabbing the cart. The cart might be in danger because I know for a fact that that glow wasn’t normal, it had to be some type of magic. But determining what it was before you escape is always the best to do. It could be light magic, fire magic or sand city’s magic. I stomp my foot and suppress a scream, and Archer knew nothing of what this magic was, right now he was more in danger then the cart was, my father always says to prioritize humans over money.
I run out the door and search both ways. A small group of people are escaping on carriages and Archer was not with them. I look the other way; another scream ignites a flurry of yells and cries. I had to get away. I take a step in the other direction but a strange resistance pulls me in three directions; my cart, my escape, and Archer.
“Out of all the idiotic things to do Archer why this?” I whisper before I run off towards the ever growing light.
As I run more and more people are starting to crowd the streets carrying bags or just wearing what they have on their back, this seemed way too serious. The winds of a hurricane, I summon thee. I take some more of my magic and seep it through of every root of the flowers and every crack in the rocks. I slow down, I should have stayed behind a day longer to learn how to run while operating my Earth magic it was hard enough to even find a mage master for Earth magic in Sky city, I close my eyes and spread out a pathway of magic in the rocks that would return to me as soon as I walked over it, that would have to do for now.
In another few minutes I would have to repeat the chant to refresh it that is if I didn’t find Archer, who undoubtedly would be acting heroic at the moment.
