Cruel Eyes

The first thing Evangeline registered was the heat.

It slammed into her like a tidal wave, blistering and all-consuming, so intense it stole the breath from her lungs before she could even think to scream.

Her body plummeted through the air as gravity yanked her downward in a terrifying free-fall.

And then she saw it.

Molten rock.

A vast, roiling sea of liquid fire stretched endlessly below, seething and shifting with unnatural hunger.

A single thought pierced through the chaos in her mind.

We're going to die.

A strangled, panicked scream tore from her throat.

To her left, Anakin cursed violently, his voice barely audible over the storm of wind and fire.

To her right, Sereia flailed and a shriek of raw terror escaped her lips as her long silver hair whipped wildly around her face.

Evangeline's mind snapped into action.

No time to think. No time to panic.