Devon
I run down the hall, flying past people and furniture without a care if I run into them. I jump over and around obstacles as I force my way to the front entrance, where I’m sure the scouting party will be.
I run to the door and slam my body against it, forcing it open as I fly out into the night.
It’s quiet. Crickets are chirping despite the late winter chill.
They are gone.
My heart is pounding, and I feel dizzy from the lack of air.
I crouch down, and rest my hands on my knees, winded from the run.
She’s gone. She’s gone, and I couldn’t stop her.
The breeze stirs my hair, and I look up at the moon, its white face glowing brightly in the night sky. Something feels wrong, a disturbance that I can’t quite pinpoint.
The Council of Witches? It all just seems so sudden. I find it hard to believe that they only now realized the Council wasn’t in communication.