Letters

Shanzina Merxado

[That afternoon.]

Numbing ache shot up my heels with every step. I hadn’t expected to run in my boots, but I was, in the least, correct with the Phantrit’s reaction to my aura, the mana loosely floating behind me as I kept my pace quick.

I could imagine the look on Mariella’s face looking for me, frenzied, but it would be best to find myself an MCV first. It was a curious ordeal, howls and piercing screams coming from all sides, but I didn’t satisfy myself or turn to watch. The sounds were enough alone to tell me just how many Phantrits stalked behind me.

The occasional cold air brushed against my spine like fingers of death, weaving through the air and hushing the warmth of the sunlight that came through the long arch windows. I tried to sprint to a more populated area, but all I had found was the second library to my right. I felt something skim the skin underneath my uniform, and in a final attempt, I pushed myself inside.

And I was right.