Chapter 13: Gunpowder & Lead
The sky was the most heavenly shade of eggshell blue, the clouds soft and fluffy above the mountains. Ophelia was flying, the air rushing through her hair and the forest a green blur underneath her. She had never felt so alive. So invigorated. Relishing the sun on her face, she hummed contentedly to herself.
Suddenly, she felt an odd sensation. It felt as though there was something important that she was missing. As though she were in danger and simply unaware of it. She felt this scratch at the back of her head. No, more like a tap. A continuous tapping on the back door of her psyche.
She started to lose control, plummeting toward the earth as she shook her head vigorously to try and exercise the influence of this knocking. Knocking. She took a sharp breath and stopped falling, levitating just above the trees.