Amy glanced out the window as she indulged in visions of riches to come. The snow was so beautiful when she didn’t have to touch it. What would it be like to be someone who could?
“There’s something I need to tell you, Bernard said as they pulled away from Shadowfy. “Something about your tattoo.”
Amy braced herself against the forward motion of the carriage, and then frowned as she thought she saw something small and tabby colored dash around the side of the carriage. No, she was imagining things. More visions.
“It’s not accurate?” Amy asked, then cursed herself for sounding so hopeful. He was an Invoker, and before that her friend. He would never commit such a crime.
“Not exactly,” Bernard began, his eyes going to the fabric covering her tattoo. “We—“
The carriage lurched, and the indel pulling the carriage let out an almost human scream.
Bernard jerked the panel that allowed him to communicate with his indel worker open, peeked outside, and then leapt for the carriage door. “Stay in the carriage,” he snapped out as he flew outside, already unsheathing his sword.
She waited till the door was shut before digging through her bag for a weapon of her own. Bernard was a fool if he thought she’d take a chance like that.
The author of this website is a semi-professional short story author who chooses to remain anonymous for the writing of this novel. Her publications include 4 short stories and one honorable mention in a flash fiction contest.
Oh my! This is still great!
You are talented! Well written.