TITLE: Saerlaith First Glance
GENRE: Young Adult
“Come on, come on, come on,” Lace muttered. She paced, stopped, looked around seeing naught but streetlights and the occasional passer-by. In the distance, a dog bawled. Although familiar, this part of the Midwestern United States with its small towns, the era with its faster pace, wasn’t like her adoptive home. Where another would have seen the out of place figure, no one in this time took notice. She pulled the long travelling cloak tighter and began the pace again.
“Where are you?” she whispered, then a little louder as if that might help, “Please, show yourself.”
She had come on the promise of a prophecy, but time was running out.
Running out, nearer to expired.
Lace rubbed her arm glancing inside the diner to her travel companions. They were eating and laughing.
Laughing, if I were inside…The lot didn’t know the gravity of the situation. None knew the truth of their travel, nor how near the end stood. She lifted the sleeve of her tunic. Angry red furrows marred her arm where a turn gone, shown mere scratches. She’d known better than to have invoked the magic that kept them safe, yet felt little choice.
“Dark as blood.” She breathed into a night suddenly gone blackest pitch and chilled. Every light within a block extinguished. Not that it limited her sight, only stiffened her back at the possible foreboding. Lace closed her eyes and remembered the gathering at the tavern. The argue of blame before the others arrived. Then… him.