Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
They ran and ran and ran and Melita could hear the stone behind them, fumbling, bumbling, crashing, and still she wouldn’t accept some defeat. The light shining through the tunnel was enough to keep her going, to instill that perseverance and edge to her teeth, even if the ice coating her skin burned - because alive was better than dead.
She huffed and puffed and panted as soon as they found the opening, holding onto a slab of unmoving rock. “Maybe after healing,” because drinks weren’t going to alleviate that semblance of pain, already considering the fountain near the court. And then she’d take whatever she could get. “Good work team,” she muttered, as they meandered away from the destruction, permitting Torchline to become herself again.
{FIN}
She huffed and puffed and panted as soon as they found the opening, holding onto a slab of unmoving rock. “Maybe after healing,” because drinks weren’t going to alleviate that semblance of pain, already considering the fountain near the court. And then she’d take whatever she could get. “Good work team,” she muttered, as they meandered away from the destruction, permitting Torchline to become herself again.
{FIN}
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
