The shadows surrounded me, cutting off my vision of the light.
"Flint' I called out' are you there?" I looked to my left, a hand reached into the shadows, shimmering slightly.
Desperately I grasped the hand willing my legs to move towards it. I moved towards the hand as stealthily as I could, still, the shadows notice my feeble escape. They pulled my back jealously, claiming me as their own.
"No, please...please LET me go" I cried out to my captors. The sweet smell of cashew cinnamon tarts reached my nose. I knew that scent, I closed my eyes and let it envelop me.
"Father Priest" I snickered to myself, even in a time of danger I could still make myself laugh, typical. When I did open my eyes the shadows were gone and there were only Father Priest and some oil? I looked at him questionably.
"It was your mother's idea" he explained to my bewildered face. My mother? Wait, where was Flint? I looked left and right, wasn't he right there?
"Father? Did you find Flint?" I asked worried for my friend’s safety. He shook his head, his eye held a steely gaze, wait for what?
"No" I whispered, he tricked me. He walked towards me slowly, reaching into his now transformed clothes. He pulled out the tiara and laughed cynically.
"You made your decision, my dear you must stay with me." I looked down at my feet, startled to see that I still had my flip flops on. I raised my head,
"Oh no, Morelli, I haven't made my decision yet."
"What?" he roared, as my beautiful savior, Flint stood as a tiger. I ran to him, hugging him tight
" See you soon, Morelli"
j.h.
j.h.
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