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Tiri ignored the wizard, gulping at his sister’s incomprehensible words. Everything the elders taught–that mortal magic was tainted, that only god magic was good–upended in one conversation.
The wizard glanced uphill. “Let’s go, Moro. They’re coming.”
Tiri sobbed. “We’ll explain it to them. That you aren’t really…”
Moro’s eyes melted. “But I am. Really.”
Cursing, the man gesticulated. Orange explosions lit the woods, sparking screams from their pursuers. “That won’t hold them long.”
Moro kissed Tiri’s forehead. “I love you.”
Tiri wanted to keep her here, pretend this wasn’t true. Then he realized what the elders would do. He dropped, rolling in moldy leaves. “Quick, hit me.”
Moro’s punch stung, but he smiled.
Tiri shouted, masking their crashing footsteps. “Help! He took my sister!”
When the mob arrived, he limped. “That way!” He pointed in the wrong direction, using all his will to not look back.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Big thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting this fun challenge! This week, Pegman takes us to Providence, Rhode Island. I enjoyed “touring around” and seeing such lovely woods and parkland, along with some gorgeous views of the ocean. But I couldn’t pass up the oddity of this particular shot (which is really a large number of jack-o-lanterns). Click the link above to see the scenes that other participants found, and read the stories they inspired. And feel free to join in and add your own, everyone’s welcome!
Note that the story’s title mainly refers to how Tiri’s close tie to his sister is quickly sundered by this shocking news that she’s leaving and might never return, and also to the sudden break between his naïve childhood and the realization that the elders cannot always be trusted. But I can also see what the wizard is doing as similar to the basketball strategy with the same name, which I only just learned about, when searching for this phrase. Learn something new every day!