Forests contain some of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. Even the mundane woodlands that cover the world. When I was younger, I remember bolting into the woods behind my parent’s home and exploring its secrets. Eventually, I crafted an extensive mental map of the woods, and I could travel through them and pop out anywhere in the neighborhood I wanted. Those constant trips helped solidify my love of forests.
While my home doesn’t back into a forest, it has a collection of trees which occasionally trigger memories of exploration from my youth. And recently, one of these memories sparked Ramas’s next tale in his struggle against Emilie and her minions. Unfortunately, it’s far too soon to bring Emilie directly into conflict with Ramas, but I wanted a chance to explore a battle between two people with this gift.
While I won’t be able to delve into a full battle given the constraints of Micro Fiction, I should be able to highlight Rama’s quick mind and ingenuity.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
As Ramas’s palanquin skimmed over the foliage, he wove between the trees as he rolled his shoulders. When he neared the edge of a glade, a dagger flew toward him. Ramas thrust his hand at the flying hunk of metal, and it burst into dust, falling harmlessly to the earth.
“Who’s there?”
A figure slid across the clearing with arms spread like a raptor. “Don’t you remember me, Ramas?”
With a groan, Ramas slammed his materializing staff against the palanquin. “Ridley, I’ll assume you rushed fled to Emilie’s seeking her protection?”
“You never understood the concept of power.” The interloper raised his hands and shards ripped from the earth, altering into metal as they circled Ramas.
“The sight has driven you all mad,” Ramas said, twirling his staff overhead.
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