The meals come steadily now. My captors drop cold chunks of red meat through the grating overhead, some of it crusted with ice. They have not thought to give me water, so at times I am almost glad of the frozen serum. I choke down as much as I can, knowing I should keep up my strength.
I try to count the meals, to keep track of how long I have been gone. It cannot be as long as it feels.
My captors number at least three. They are hulking creatures, like the gnomes that dig deep below our aerie, but do not seem to be as intelligent. The smallest one lingers when she drops the meat. She murmurs and hisses, but I cannot make out any sense in the sounds.
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Where Frost Meets Fire
FantasyA young girl gets a fire lizard for her birthday. A young fire lizard is kidnapped from her home. When their two worlds collide, their lives will never be the same. ~~~ Super-short chapters! Word count is under 6,000 for the whole story. ~~~ I'm...
