I fired the gun until it stopped working. I hurled myself at the remaining Wraiths, my knives slicing through the air. The fight end.
I remember fire in my ribs as we helped Leighla and the children down. Blood coated Leighla’s side. A boy leaped from the top of the tree. His neck snapped sickeningly as he struck the ground.
I don’t remember how we got to the train. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up two days later in Alice’s home.
I cannot forget the boy’s funeral. We rode a carriage into the forest, pulled the casket out, set it on the ground. Animals gathered and carried it away.
I will always hear Alice as I stared at Leighla encased in bandages. “Countless centuries ago, humans diverged down different evolutionary paths, becoming the Wraiths, the cave dwellers, the hordes, and the new humans of Phoenix.”
This is the 17th piece in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.