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Whistling at a stray sheep, Inwat followed the herd up the green-blanketed slope, toward a river of spring snow. The climb was hard, but better this than farming.
The wolf was dangerously close before Inwat spotted it, slinking through spare shadows, white against the grass. Inwat spat, clearing his fear, then repeated the words Kala made him practice so often. Lights flashed from his fingers, exploding in the wolf’s face. It ran off as silently as it came.
Someday the wolves would realize that the flash wasn’t followed by pain, not with Kala gone.
Kala had warned him against trying anything new. Inwat figured that’s what Kala did: tried something new. By the time they’d found him, there wasn’t much left to tell by.
Priest said magic was a disobedience. But Inwat was already a disobedient. What was one more spell?
If the wolves came closer, he’d have to try.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw prompt. Big thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting this fun writing challenge! This week Pegman takes us to the Swiss Alps– specifically, Maienfeld, Switzerland. Click the link to read the other stories inspired by this gorgeous landscape, and to write your own — everyone is welcome!