Mark Of Vesper

s, coughing hard, her eyes burning from the heat and soot. The sting in her lungs pers

Jordan, and a few others from the media team. They had planned it as

ght had turned i

the woods. She was cooking marshmallows beneath the stars one moment, and then everything became loud

someone

t was Jordan's voice

called back,

ans

ts were heavy from the stream she'd crossed earlier. Her legs burned from running.

oud crack ech

fr

attempt to remain co

le of leaves and the fa

d between the trees. A tall sh

e torch that was fastened to her backpack. There was not

t angry. Not friendly either. Just... awar

en steadied. She turned in slow cir

ned back. Gone uphi

kept moving forwa

ist

ed. Then cracked

drop

no time

ed into the ground. Pain exploded in her wrist as she trie

sil

g. Earth crumbled from above, falling ar

left leg throbbed.

shouts, trees splitting, fire hissing-but it was all muffl

Her arm throbbed sharply. Her

nearby. She crawled to i

aw made her fo

re stone. Old stone. Carved, cracked, but solid. Patterns ran along the

nd looping. Others

symbol s

gger than the others. Even though the remainder of the wall appeared old, t

it just pulsed?

looked... wet. Almost alive. The lines were deep

ot loud, just a faint hum.

ath qui

out. Call for hel

g held her t

ling. Like something calling to he

could stop it. The space between her and the

The thought was

she

brushed the mark, the s

ough her. From

th

ght we