Here’s my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. Thanks as always to Rochelle for organizing FF, and to Jennifer for the photo!
Joran stared at the lake, the smoke rising from the opposite shore, the flimsy-looking canoe. He froze.
The fighter pushed him, laughing. “What doncha like—the rock giants, the fire blasts, or the part about not getting no reward?”
Joran berated himself. Now was no time for cowardice. He had worked too hard to prove himself to these two.
The archer followed Joran’s gaze to where it was stuck, deep in the water. She put a hand on Joran’s shoulder. “They need us.”
Joran climbed into the canoe, clenching both sides. “So, how does this work?”
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