Freya looked past the fence into the mist, her eyes piercing into darkness.
“It’s too thick, Freya. We’re too late,” Eli turned around.
“You must free your mind, Eli. Let it go,” Freya said, tilting her head. He heard the soft-spoken wisdom of their mother.
She gathered the fog in a circular motioning of her arms, creating a wind around them.
“Hold my hand. Now.” Freya pulled them in one motion through a rush of water. They collapsed on hard, cracked dirt, their feet tangled in barbed wire.
“No, Freya. I want to go back.”
“We can never go back.”
Thanks to the wonderful leadership of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to all of the talented writers I have the pleasure of knowing through this amazing group. Thanks to Erin Leary for this week’s photo for the prompt.
I’m putting on my fantasy wings today and continuing my story of the brother and sister duo, Eli and Freya. I will write of story about them someday. I can feel it. I hope you will indulge me in my experimenting here.
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Genre: Fantasy/YA (100 words)