Prompt: Africa
| Genre:
Fantasy | Word
count: 100 words
“Are you worried,
sweets?”
“Huh?”
“You are rolling your Frigga’s ring,” he nodded at her hand
over her belly.
“Africas?”
“Sweetheart, what’s happening? You’ve been... lost since we left
that Magnolia tree. What...”
“They died. All of them. Even the children!”, she shivered.
“What are you talking about?”
“We killed them. We...”
“Runa!” Einarr shook her.
She gasped for air, her eyes finally latching onto him.
“Pull me out!! I’m drowning!”, but her eyes glazed over again.
Einarr turned to Raven.
“She saw... things. It needs time. But time is what she doesn’t have,” Raven’s eyes moved to her belly.
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