scream runaway
you flip through in between the trees, screaming your hail mary's and
father please save mes. You look up at the sky and yell out, "I
wish This weren't happening! HELP!"
the heat immediately rises. Your skin seems to be covered in a thick
goose down comforter, or at least it feels that way. it's the sun,
it's beautiful rays are decorating your muscles, massaging them into
comfort. You turn around and say defiantly and full of pride, "I
am SOL!"
You raise your hand and grab a handful of the golden sun. It feels
warm and soft in your fingertips, heavy like gold. You throw it to the
group of people, who disappear in a puff of smoke. The old man steps
out from a tree and laughs. "You've done well, you've passed the
test."
"test?! I could have gotten killed!" you yell.
The old man laughs and beckons you to follow.
