The words were hardly out of his mouth before the girl turned and ran, screaming as if she’d seen the devil. She stumbled in the grass, and rolled awkwardly down the hill. The grass was completely flattened behind her, making the lieutenant’s way down a lot easier.
“Hey! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, crouching next to her. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”
Now that she was lying on the top of the grass, he was able to see her clearly. She looked almost like something a cult would sacrifice while worshipping a god, what with her long black and blue robes. He could barely tell her hair from the dark ribbons that tied it back as she shook the dirt off her face; and he couldn’t help noticing that the seams at her waistline were beginning to tear and bulge.
“Hey?” The lieutenant put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You’re okay, right?”
She pushed him away, and he noticed she wore a parade of bracelets; all which were sewn into the hems of her robes.
He winced, noticing how raw her skin was from the bracelets pinching at the flesh, and tried not to stare at the blood that smeared on his hands.
The girl shouted something in another language as she quickly grabbed at the jar beside her. She relaxed, if only for a moment, before reaching to her neck and wailing.
Be Brave, Stardust © 2013 Caitlin Wyton.
Cover Illustration by Emily Barnwell.
Editing by Linda Wyton.