Fictober, Prompt 19 – “Yes, I admit it, you were right.”, Original Fiction
Warnings: none. Fantasy, follow-up with Day 3′s raven friend.
On the fifth magical blast, the last of the Constructed soldiers finally fell apart and dissolved into black dust.
Lowering my hand, I panted, gulping in enough air to get my breath under control. I couldn’t risk speaking an incantation incorrectly, but I had to be sure there weren’t any more of them in the area.
When I was sure I could speak steadily, I enacted a magic-seeing spell and then turned slowly in a circle, watching for the cloudy glow that would mark the presence of an active spell or magical being (including Constructs of any kind) for at least a mile around.
It was a relief to come back to my original position having seen nothing.
I let the spell collapse, and staggered off the road just enough to be out of sight before putting my back to a tree and slumping to the ground, all the strength going out of me now that the danger had passed. It would take food and rest before I would be able to manage that kind of magical battle again.
The soft displacement of air by feathered wings was sufficient warning, and I did not open my eyes as my companion dropped out of the trees and landed on my shoulder. The raven croaked in an inquiring way, nibbling at my sweat-soaked hair.
“I’m fine,” I told her, summoning the energy to reach a hand up and gently stroke her chest feathers. She switched her gentle nibbling to my finger, then croaked again.
“Yes, I admit it, you were right,” I said, laughing a little. “That was definitely the best place to set an ambush for them.”Continue reading