Hello! I have been super busy the past few weeks, but I am back now with a new post for Inktober. Today is the last day, and I decided to put a few of the past word prompts together for this post.

So, Day 31’s prompt is risk. I decided to also add in Day 30 (slither), Day 29 (patch) and Day 22 (open).

And once again, I will be continuing the snippet series I started a few weeks ago titled Thunderstorm. You can find the previous post here: Inktober Day 9. Hope you enjoy! Be sure to tell me what you think in the comments.

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I wandered through the woods for who knows how long. The night was slowly melting into day. I could barely make out the first patch of sunlight on the horizon. I needed to find a place to hide, and quick. Thankfully, I was almost to my next hiding spot. No one knows about this one. Not even my family.

Hopefully, they would be halfway around the world right now, finding a place to hide. There were plenty of places around the world who would welcome magic wielders. Not all the ordinary people saw us as things to be feared and destroyed. Some saw us as saviors. And we were.

There are hundreds of stories that I’ve heard. Passed down from generation to generation. Long ago, when fire slithered across the land and ash fell in sheets like rain, our people came forth and saved the Ordinaries from the destruction. We were seen as saviors. We helped rebuild the world. And as the years passed, the Ordinaries became jealous of the magic my people wielded. We were struck down, one by one, until there were very few of us left in the world. Those who survived went into hiding. They stopped using their magic and slowly, the true story of our people began to diminish. The Government started telling the new generations lies about us. How we were the ones who caused the destruction of the world. History books were rewritten.

I, like many of my people, believe that the true history of our world is still out there somewhere. Probably hidden by the government somewhere. No one dared risk searching for it.

A small nook of trees came into view, and I smiled. Finally.

I searched around the trees for the opening and quickly went inside. A set of stone stairs led into the ground. Using a spark of lightning, I lit my path into the tunnel and into the bunker. I surveyed the small room in the dim light. In the corner sat a bed and a small nightstand. Along one wall was a set of drawers and a wardrobe. A wooden table with four chairs sitting around it sat in the middle of the room. There were several other chests and boxes around the room. Everything looked untouched.

I lit a lantern and set it on the table. Looking around, I sighed. I guess this is home now. Exhausted, I laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. I don’t know why, but the soldier’s bright, blue eyes flashed into my mind. They didn’t go away as I slowly fell asleep.