to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Another curse rang from her mouth as her warning hadn’t come soon enough – Sunjata was still burnt by the piercing, burning, scalding magnitude of the vents. “You okay?” She prospered through the mix of darkness and gilded light, concern branching out. Maybe they should turn around – Except there was the lava. And there was an opening, an aperture, close by. And Loren was trying to cool the water.
A chance. An opportunity for something to be salvaged. She didn’t want to shift, wander back, when they were so close -
But she had no means stored in her palms or along her quiver. Fire arrows would do nothing. A staff couldn’t conquer the vicious, molten flow.
So the youth breathed, summoned the dominion residing within her bones, not since touched or fragmented since the last winter. To no herald in particular, only those that were willing to listen, she closed her eyes and whispered. “Gods, could you please send something to block the lava?”
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Melita attempts to channel a god to block the lava flow!
to be the sun
MELITA
