Hearing my sister's warning, I quickly raised my arms up to defend as branches flew from every goddamn direction of the dome; their pointed tips and jagged sides glinting against the flames as they slithered their way through the air.
*CLANG! CLANG!*
With a great heave, I gritted my teeth as I deflected a pair of branches away from me and onto the fire we were trailing, incinerating them to ash as Lise did the same. We couldn't even tell if we were out yet as-
*FSHSHH!!!*
That sound! We were at that part already? "Push through the smoke!"
Holding my breath, I braced myself as I jumped through the smoke-covered hole that was our way out of our wooden prison. Lise trailing behind me, my eyes adjusted at the increased light as we were now once again back at the camp. And holy shvt did this place change after just a few moments of me being unconscious.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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