Tag: humor, humorous

Kinley MacGregor

A vine from one tree shot out, tripping Blaise. He and Merewyn rolled to the ground. Varian stood between them and the trees, which shot blast after blast at him. He deflected them, but even so the heat from the fire was scorching. ‘Go, Blaise,’ he said. ‘Get Merewyn out of here.’Blaise nodded before he crawled to Merewyn under the barrage.’Hold!’The blast stopped as the three of them froze into place.Again the woman appeared in the fire to stare at them maliciously. ‘What is it you do?”I’m crawling,’ Blaise answered.