A loud bang wakes me from my sleep, followed by a familiar crackle and pop. My eyes snap open, and I"m scrambling out of my root cocoon within seconds.
I consider leaving Moonslinger behind, it’s too ungainly to move quickly and was a poor choice if I think about it logically. I’m not the kind of person who does things like picking a weapon because it feels right. I dismiss the idea almost instantly. Whether or not it’s a bad choice, it’s the one I made, and leaving myself without a weapon is also foolish. In the end, I push Moonslinger in front of me as I leave the roots. It may not be useful against the approaching fire, but I don"t want to be caught without it if I"m forced out into the open.
feelsHeat from the flickering flames bounces against my skin as I make my way out into the o
