Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her mind wasn’t on Sunjata; not in these instances. He could be something she dealt with later. The world unraveled into pieces of the unknown for the moment – save for the dragon appearing behind, nearby, snarling, and she breathed.
She didn’t need him. She’d told him that before. Protection wasn’t something she required. The honeybee was fully capable of defending herself, and those around her. On an inhale, she pulled the sizzling arrow behind her, listening for the telltale crackle, the schism of electricity bursting from its form. She notched it quickly, efficiently, as she’d done a hundred times before.
Aimed with her eyes, narrowing, adjusting, while the tiger loomed, while it seemed to stalk, while it seemed to weigh out its options.
And Melita was done pondering hers.
The armament flew and cascaded, sizzling and scorching in the air; telltale elements she couldn’t place but knew from somewhere long before. And she watched as the tip embedded itself into the animal’s shoulder, as it howled and sputtered and growled, as it curled and contorted back upon itself, as the manifestations of torment volleyed and spasmed through its veins. It could do very little in the seconds thereafter, but suffer, instinctually beginning to turn away.
She didn’t need him. She’d told him that before. Protection wasn’t something she required. The honeybee was fully capable of defending herself, and those around her. On an inhale, she pulled the sizzling arrow behind her, listening for the telltale crackle, the schism of electricity bursting from its form. She notched it quickly, efficiently, as she’d done a hundred times before.
Aimed with her eyes, narrowing, adjusting, while the tiger loomed, while it seemed to stalk, while it seemed to weigh out its options.
And Melita was done pondering hers.
The armament flew and cascaded, sizzling and scorching in the air; telltale elements she couldn’t place but knew from somewhere long before. And she watched as the tip embedded itself into the animal’s shoulder, as it howled and sputtered and growled, as it curled and contorted back upon itself, as the manifestations of torment volleyed and spasmed through its veins. It could do very little in the seconds thereafter, but suffer, instinctually beginning to turn away.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
