Nothing had happened in almost two
days, and Michael wondered if at last his new friend had found someone else. Just
as he thought it, however, he saw a familiar shimmer of light. And there was
his brother. Then a scream.
Dread flooded Michael’s chest. He
leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the
fallen form as fast as he could. He was too late.
“You killed him!”
“Now you can be king.” The light
shimmered and danced. “You’re welcome!”
“No! No, this isn’t what I want!”
“Isn’t it?” The ball of light bobbed. “Oops.”
“Isn’t it?” The ball of light bobbed. “Oops.”
♥/Kat!e
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could."
1 comment:
Eesh. This one just makes me feel sad. Talk about an insensitive friend! I wonder what gave the light-thing the impression that he wanted his brother dead?
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