But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight…
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
-A Team by Ed Sheeran-
Ai bese numéron
None of the three of us was a skilled driver, but I was the only one who had seen the driving being done, despite clumsily by Rezia.
With a shuddering breath, I started the ignition, checked the brake, and put my hands on the cold leather steering wheel. Behind, the queen sat wedged between Jàs and the soldier, a position with reason.
If I wasn’t brave and strong, if the prince wasn’t, then how could the two men who put their lives on this be brave and strong?
“Please,” I whispered, touching the pendant once, and started the car.
The headlights paved two rays of bright yellow light in the dark forest, lighting up the path. Our three pairs of Cevicïan eyes were worthier than the lights; our vision was not only excellent in the light but also further enhanced in the dark with nocturnal vision. Gritting my teeth, I drove forward.
“Lead the way, Jàs,” I instructed.
Jàs’ calming low voice guided me from behind. “Straight ahead on the dirt road, a fast curve and from there it’s a straight, sir.”
Straight, curve and straight. That was easy.
I pulled in another breath, and pushed at the pedal. The nightmare of the car accident was still fresh in my mind, but it served as leverage; I knew now perfectly how much strength to put in.
I glanced at the dashboard.
Ten minutes left.
Ancestors of Cevic. Please.
I floored the pedal.
The car drove fast, faster than I was comfortable with, knocking down blades of grass, grazing past tree trunks and pushing forward, roaring and rumbling under its breath, cutting through the silence of the night.
As we drove straight, I recognized the familiar stretch of the forest of Markus Reynolds’ house. Even though I was barely conscious in his car, I had attempted an escape and was duly punished; punched and losing consciousness, I was lying down on the grass facing the forest.
My heart was in my mouth as I drove faster, the wheels screeching against the floor noisily, readying to brake if necessary.
“Try as hard as you might!” Queen Sakira taunted, her shrill laugh ricocheting in the SUV. “Your efforts make my eyes water, but they will be in the end but in vain.”
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Cevic
Science FictionEron Alchaillrë comes from planet Cevic, a utopia-version of Earth. When King Decus of Cevic, his brother, becomes bedridden with an illness that only has its cure on Earth, Eron sets out on a quest to Earth with faithful friend and planet warrior...