The Call [a drabble]

She had been dreading this appointment. Her steps were slow and leaden.

She sat across from him holding her leather satchel tightly in her lap. The lights were too bright. They were making her head throb and eyes swim in and out of focus.

One by one he pointed out every single dragon she would have to slay just to stay alive.

This call to adventure she would never be able to ignore.

She and her supernatural helper were breathing the same air but soon she would be alone and on her own with poisonous talismans flowing through her veins.


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