The Red Box
They were already late. Sally rushed the kids into their jackets at the door, while Mark was already outside scraping ice off the van. Christmas morning had been yet another whirlwind of tearing red and green paper, rushing to get all the presents opened before it was time for their annual tour: as always, Sally’s parents for lunch, Mark’s parents for dinner.
- Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
The Sigil of the DragonRunner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
The mist clung to the ground, set to disappear as soon as the sun warmed the world again. In these early hours, only the slightest stains of pink and blue streaked across the sky, though the legendary canopy of the Hornhook Forest blotted this out. These twisted branches reached for the heavens, longing to get out, but none ever did. Navigating these lands was enough to drive one mad.
From up high, the clearing was just a green speck of hope in a sea of death. Theta was the first to spot it, and motioned to her pack mates – Leo, Ty and Rainer. The group eased up, spreading out their wing suits to fall back into a tighter formation. For them, flight was no longer a gift. It was a necessity.