Prompt: Anchor
| Genre:
Fantasy | Word
count: 100 words
Runa doubled over as she reached.
“That wretched meat!” she grumbled. That’s when she felt it.
Warmth on her head, her arms. She looked up and blinked, shielding her eyes
with her arm.
“Einarr! Einarr!!”
He rushed out of the house and froze. Runa stood there,
bathed all over in golden light. Einarr looked up. Sunlight streamed in through
the.... “Runa! Come! We need to pack!!”, he ran and grabbed her hand.
“Pack?! What are you talking about?”
“There’s no time to talk! We need to leave! Now!”
“I don’t understand!”
He pointed to the perfect circle in the clouds.
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