“Potionmasters Pt. 18”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Additional Note: While this story can be read by itself, it is a continuation of a previous Take Ten to Write story. Therefore, it would be beneficial to read the previous parts of the Potionmasters story which can be found here.

This time, I land hard on my side. Beside me, Berirn lands softly on her feet before trotting to me and nudging me with her nose.

“I’m alright,” I groan, rolling over. I open my eyes to see a face with large eyes peering down at me.

“Okay, you?” the man asks, his face uncomfortably close to mine.

“Er, yeah, I think so.” I push myself up to sitting and scoot away from the man. His eyes follow mine. I don’t think he’s capable of blinking.

My hand hits something soft. I look down to see that I’m sitting on a bunch of pink petals. Nearby, Berirn’s on her back, rolling around in them and batting at them with her paws.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Vidirii in are, we,” the man replies. “Flowers pink of city.”

“Uh huh.” As if that’s supposed to mean anything to me. Of course now I regret not listening to Hidir during my geography lessons.

“Vacation on you, are?”

“Umm, no. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why we’re here.”

The girl’s white face, eyes wide with panic, is imprinted in my memory. She sacrificed her life to save Berirn and me from the Great Awhoops, whatever those are. Some part of me feels the need to help defeat the Great Awhoops. But the other, more rational part of me just wants to go home.

“You chase Awhoops Great did?”

I stare at the man, startled. It’s almost like he read my mind.

“Mind your read can I, yes,” the man says with a nod, as if that’s something completely normal. Actually, maybe it is normal around these parts, how am I supposed to know?

Unsure of how else to respond, I just nod.

“Me with come,” he man says, standing up. He sticks his hand out to me and I take it, letting him help pull me to my feet. “Danger great in are, you.”

Final Comments: This story is feeling less and less fantasy and more sci-fi now…

Overall Rating: 🤔