*Today's #fridayflash comes back to The Last Prophetess. In fact, it happens not long after this flash piece "Run," which you can read here. Zare has come across Phoenix not long after her parents were kidnapped by the Amoran Government. This piece takes place about 10 months before The Last Prophetess.*
Let Me Help You
I stood
within the shadows. Her shoulders shuddered with each breath. Small noises
emerged from her, like a mouse’s squeaking. I didn’t think I would hear such
sounds from her. Phoenix appeared alone, lost. I didn’t want to see her this
way.
I turned to
leave, but I couldn’t. Something was wrong. Something terrible. I swallowed the
lump in my throat and stepped forward.
“There you
are, Phoenix.” I clomped my boots extra loud in the tunnel. Give her time to
compose herself.
Her back
stiffened and hands fluttered to her face. She’d been crying. Why? She didn’t
stand, though. Just pulled her knees closer to her chest and kept her back
toward me.
“What do you
want, Zare?”
I shrugged,
even though she couldn’t see the gesture. “Nothing, really. Just wondering
where you were at. None of you came for dinner.”
I was worried, I wanted to add but didn’t.
She squeezed
her legs closer and buried her face behind a curtain of blue-black hair. I sank
down beside her and nudged her with my shoulder.
“What
happened?”
“Captures.”
We had sat in
silence for so long that her voice startled me. I blinked. “Captures? Who?”
“Mom. Dad.
They got them.”
Numb tingles
flowed over my head and down to my toes. A stone seemed to settle into my
stomach. I didn’t need to ask who “they” was. I knew. The Guards had gotten
them. Probably because they were rebels. Against the President. Weren’t we all?
It still didn’t mean Phoenix should be left alone. She was strong, but only
fifteen. I had two more summers ahead of her. I was almost of age.
“You’re
welcome to stay with our family. We can spare a roll.”
“I’m fine on
my own.” Her voice came out flat, harsh. She still wouldn’t look at me.
“Mom’ll want
you to stay. When she hears, you know.”
She shrugged.
I wanted to
put my arms around her, tell her everything would be fine. I knew such platitudes
would mean little. Nothing was fine in Amora. Hadn’t been for a long time.
Instead, I sat close enough so my shoulder touched hers. We sat long enough
that cold had seeped through our clothes until we shivered.
She finally
stood, nearly stumbled against me when I rose from my position.
“Phoenix . .
.”
“Well, you
coming or not?” She stared at me, met my eyes for the first time since I found
her. Her eyes were red-rimmed. It made the blue stand out more against them.
She appeared harsher, colder, broken. She twisted on her heel and took out her
hoverboard. She wouldn’t wait on me.
“Yeah, I’m
coming.”
She already
blasted down the tunnel, and all I could do was follow.
