"Hey, so we didn't even reach our army yet."
"Do you expect us to do it in this?" Kaspar stood up in anger and gestured actively. "We're lucky to have survived the last hour-"
"Okay, calm down, calm down. Someone will hear us."
"True," the boy sat down.
Baylee looked up.
"You know, sometimes it's hard not to say anything when you really have nothing to say."
"Wow. So what would you like to say?"
"Nothing. That's the problem."
"Let's talk about our past. I miss it."
"Well, I don't really want to... We can't get it back anyway."
"But we can imagine we got it back."
"Useless. It'll only make us feel more depressed."
"I've tried it on myself."
"What works on you doesn't have to work on everyone, Kaspar," Baylee pointed out.
"Well okay, but there's a chance that you'll like it, right?"
Another explosion.
"Pretty loud, sounds like it's close to us."
Kaspar got up.
"Where are you going?" Baylee asked.
"There's a second floor to this... thing. We'll be safer there."
"Who said so?"
"Me."
"Fine, but if we get in trouble, I won't hesitate to blame it all on you."
"Of course, because we'd be dead."
Baylee smiled humbly.
"Now let's go. You promised to.
She stood up and climbed the stairs.
They fell.
"We need to hide under the window. It's harder to notice us that way."
The window itself was large, so Baylee was doubtful that if an airplane passed by, they'd end up unnoticed.
"Okay, so it's even worse. The result of your idea- yours."
"Don't blame me. At least we're safe."
"Aha, of course."
"Listen, we aren't allowed to regret. You got into helping me yourself."
"I did, and I am trying to help you."
"So am I."
"Anyways, we can't turn back time."
Silence.
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Passages
FantasyIn a fantasy universe, war strikes just as magic wakes up in humans- in the winter. Baylee, still a child, finds herself in an underground escape route known as The Middle Passage. A simple girl, a war, a strange boy and as usual, some magic.
