Literature
Confessions
Meilin P.O.V.
Meilin stumbled and fell.
Cursing the dense undergrowth, she struggled to get up. Fingers reached out to her, their owner frantically telling her to hurry. She grabbed on to the hand, the next second finding herself running next to Rollan.
But he was crumbling to dust.
She yelled for Conor and Abeke, but turning her head, she could see them desiccating, too. Soon there would be no one left but her. Her and the Devourer’s army, whose feet pounded like thunder behind her.
Despair settled in her chest, burdening her, slowing her feet down.
In her moment of weakness, Gerathon struck.
Massi