Fantasy Drabble #369 "Surveillance"

Magic.

No such thing. Don't be—

Magic. All she has to do is close her eyes and think about you, about your face and your smell and the rasp in your voice, and she's there. I use the same magic, but she's stronger, so she sees.

Why can't she talk?

She could talk, but why would she? She watched you digging, she watched you pull the Shard out of the dirt, she watched you kill the guide and drop his corpse into the hole. The only thing she doesn't know about is me.

How do I get away?

You don't.

8 comments: