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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“Run!” The shout came from the overhead fielder. He charged down
the greenery, half-sliding and skidding as he drew near. “Run for your
lives!”
The shout and cry was echoed through the entire camp and within
seconds, an assembly of trained and armed fighters stood at the ready.
The elementals were in front, their hands burning with flames and ice,
with the earth movers in the back and the windwalkers in the side.
Within a smattering of minutes, the entire left countryside was filled with the bravest hearts of the Ayden lands.
The overhead fielder glided to a halt before the tallest earth mover. “Run.” He panted. “They’re running.”
And the first blast shook the ground.
(c) Sara Harricharan