This particular story came from a prompt by the-modern-typewriter on Tumblr, but is an original work by me. This is also a sort of prequel to a previous part of this story (Survival Crash Course). Enjoy!
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"What do you mean you have to go?!" Pan grabbed hold of her friend, utterly bewildered. "Where's this coming from?" She barely recognized Dicey now - kind face gone cold, clinical, a stranger's face to her. Pan hesitated to call the older girl in front of her by the name she'd always called her. "Dicey--"
"I'm sorry." The other yanked away. "But there are - there are things I haven't told you. Couldn't tell you. And now they've found me." The other looked at them, anguished. "You're dead if I stay."
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"I wasn't actually abandoned, I was kidnapped, left for dead by people who would benefit by killing my whole family. I was only a baby, found and raised by- something, I don't remember, I was a baby- managed to somehow survive after I was kicked out by whatever was raising me. A servant from the house where I was born found me and told me the truth, now they're dead. I have to leave, my family's enemies, they found me- again."
Pan stilled, hand dropping from Dicey's arm as her friend, sister, partner in crime, released her shoulders. Staggering back, Pan just managed to find a bench to lean on before collapsing. Mind searching desperately for something to say, other than the harshly whispered "what?" that escaped instead.
"Goodbye..." the word hardly registered until the sound of a horse slammed it into Pan's head, as she simultaneously realized that Dicey had left. Cursing, Pan whipped her hood up and shot out the window, looking for the hoof prints of the probably stolen horse. Instead, she saw the horse, galloping for home, riderless. Shit
Emptying her wings, Pan shook off her hood, landing somewhat clumsily on a branch, fingers gripping the bark of the trunk as she watched Dicey vanish into the shadows, along with the haunting sounds of an unfinished world.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
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Warden's Fantasy Shorts
FantasíaAKA My Journey of Writing Growth. I won't edit any of the old stories, but I may rewrite new versions and post them as separate chapters, so I (and any readers) can just look through and see how my writing has developed over the years. (Was Method...
