Alex Heyre
Bio
Drama Scholar at Wellington College
English Literature degree from University of Southampton
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Chameleon Heart
Declan hated travelling to the Outer Reaches. Especially for work. The ride was arduous and long, with few established trails to many Sectors. Cain, his horse, was overheated and struggling. As was he. The sun beat a relentless tattoo upon the canopy, causing the air below to become dense and close. Soft, green light oozed through the treetops, bringing with it a thick, sludgy heat. Through chinks in the canopy’s armour, shards of golden sunlight penetrated through; these air holes providing the only available relief from the choking heat. Lush and overgrown, the beauty of the forest was lost upon Declan, his mind fixed firmly in annoyance with his Commissioner. It’s not that Gronk was an unreasonable man, he just seemed to hold a particular hatred for Declan. It was unusual to have to travel to the outer reaches, yet even more so when a reccy team had already been through. They should have brought the photo back with them, but Gronk’s thinking was that the Cryo had continued further out toward The Wastes after visiting his old home. This was in the opposite direction from The Interior, where Declan had travelled from. Right now though, in the oppressively sweltering heat, it was hard to think cleanly. He just wanted to get there.
By Alex Heyre3 years ago in Fiction