Another Cull

Jay looked out into the fog as he questioned this swamp woman.

“How can some strange, floating flames cause harm to the entire world? They can’t even stand up to my skeletons.”

“Don’t try and understand. If you don’t want to help, just leave.” The woman scowled.

Jay sighed, (Let her up but stay close to her.)

“I’ll send my skeletons to collect as many as I can. You will heal Asra within three days. Three of my skeletons will stay near you in case you try to harm us.”

She stood up, not even bothering to brush the dirt and rotting leaves away from her tattered, moth-eaten clothes as she glared at Jay with bitter disdain.

“Fine. Am I allowed to move?” she snapped, looking around at the skeletons. They still had their hands gripping her arms and shoulders.

Jay nodded, and the skeletons surrounding her gave her some space. She walked closer to Asra, and strangely, she brushed away some hair from Asra’s eyes.