Whispered words jolted Sayre awake. A twig snapped, then another. He surveyed his surroundings. The thick bush chosen during the black was now riddled with holes of light, its arms reaching to embrace him.
One touched his leg, its beam spotlighting cracks in the dried muck coating his body.
Sayre’s camouflage would last one more day at most. He frowned. He couldn’t risk returning to the rotting bog. The last time stole what little food he’d eaten and left him weakened for days.
“Why are we stopping?” The voice was high, laced with impatience.
“Quiet Ayan! Never raise your voice when in Seilgie lands!” The harsh whisper was low, the stillness of the forest and proximity allowing Sayre to decipher the words.
This was not the warlord’s hunting party, but a mentor and youthling—likely in the lands for an aging ceremony.
A smile spread across Sayre’s face, adrenaline surging as a he plotted his path to freedom.
He moved to a crouch, thankful practice bathed his motion in silence. He stretched his senses, targeting the pair’s location as power coiled in his muscles.
They were perhaps ten paces away. Sayre waited, needing one within reach.
“Ayan, do you hear it?” The low voice spoke again, so quiet Sayre found himself leaning into the words.
“I hear nothing.” The youthling matched the mentor’s volume, but the words arrived clear.
Sayre’s smiled twisted. The youthling was closer.
“That is my point. Be on guard. A predator hunts.”
Spots of boots and leather leggings peeked between the leaves. Sayre analyzed his exit point, choosing where the branches grew thin. They would tear his skin, but he had little choice. He sprang from cover, tackling the child. The body beneath him went limp and laughter hit him. Stunned, he looked up at the cackling ancient woman—the mentor.
“Do what I say or—,” Sayre’s words stopped as fire sliced his throat. He looked down, barely registering the grinning youthling before the black took him.
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Today’s piece is inspired by two writing prompts:
Write on Edge: “This week I’d like to give you a snippet of lyrics from FUN. “Some Nights”. I’ve included the official video for the whole song if you’d like to hear the lyrics in context of the song, but definitely feel free to read the lines without listening to the song.”
My first link up with Trifecta: This week’s word is:
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use
3 a : course, route
b : a way of life, conduct, or thought
Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
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I always welcome concrit. What worked for you, what didn’t? Do you want to read more?
Based on some concrit I have updated and given the “he” a name to avoid confusion.
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