The sun didn’t rise this morning. A sick red sphere hung above the eastern mountains, and pink shone dully from the few moving reflective surfaces. No shadows were cast from any object. The air was stuck in dawn, ignoring the pathetic sphere that did nothing to move...
She was alone. Running through the smoke-choked snow, alone. Blood made a trail behind her, running down her legs and shoulder like rain. She looked back and saw the fire gaining. She wondered if the magician chasing her would hold out for much longer. She knew she...
