Hunting Magic

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Or that's what I thought

Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.

Tremen tromped his way out of the sorceress’s tower. The green fields looked the same as when he had pushed his way into the tower, oblivious to the spells his presence had triggered. Or the plants where. The animals had fled.

Tremen barely noticed as he started his slow trek in pursuit of the sorceress’s magical trail. He couldn’t let her get away. His attention remained so focused he barely noticed Garental’s apprentice sitting on the steps.

Kernel hoped to his feet like a vine sprouting suddenly next to Tremen. Still, Tremen didn’t respond to him until he spoke, “Tremen, wait!”

Pausing, he turned toward the apprentice. He seemed older, more sharply defined than the last time Tremen had seen him. A word itched in his throat but his mind insisted on focusing on the trail.

Turning, he continued his plod. “Can’t talk. Must not lose her trail.”

Kernel stepped in front of him and raised his hands. He stepped backward as Tremen continued forward but did not move. “Mustn’t you”

Tremen shook his head. “Garental said only a sorceress can free me. I have to catch her. They all flee.”

“Is that what he said?” Kernel said still backing before him. He hadn’t used magic yet to halt Tremen he’d give him that.

“Yes…” Tremen scrunched his forehead trying to remember. “Or that’s what I thought.”

“Think harder.” Reaching forward, Kernel touched his forehead. The words clouded in his mind, and he tried to shove them back into order.

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