by Hydrargentium

Arrow was surprised by how little he hurt. He thought an explosion that loud would have torn his limbs off.

For a moment, he thought he’d been blinded. Then he straightened his mask and opened his eyes.

Satin was there, brushing dust off her thighs as she sat on the hard-packed earth. Even though she didn’t react to his movement, he somehow got the feeling she had acknowledged his presence.

Behind her, a line of grey spikes angled off into the distance. Looking more closely, he realized they were trees. Petrified trees.

Behind them, he saw movement, human-shaped, but ungainly.

“Is that a troll?”

Satin’s lips were pressed tight together. Arrow thought it looked like her eyebrows were raised as well, under her mask.

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more.”