Tsaghkunyats Ridge, Armenia via Google Maps, © Roland Yeghiazaryan
While the others re-packed the donkeys, Marra stared at the Illanat mountains, ever-dark now, even on the brightest days. They seemed no closer than a week ago. Not that she wished them so.
Her sister joined her, gazing in the same direction. “We must hurry. The time grows near.”
Yama’s face was so bright with belief that Marra glanced away. “How will we find it there?”
Yama’s voice purred with excitement. “It calls me.”
Marra had never experienced god-sent dreams. She had no right to doubt Yama’s.
She’d felt useless, aching to combat this horror torturing her people. Maybe this… object… could help. Marra didn’t have to believe in it. Only in her task: to protect her sister, as she always had.
Yama seemed to read her shrug. “Salvation or doom, let us reach it, and know.”
Marra followed her sister downhill, toward the mountains that seemed, suddenly, too near.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw flash fiction challenge. Click on the link to read the rules and join in!