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It twisted and contorted like the most treacherous of paths, leading Fleth’s mother to a roaring river.
The water sparkled, reflecting the colors of the molten sky.
A cacophony of voices filled the air as countless species ran, staggered, or glided to safety.
Their fear was palpable, a shared emotion that cut through the barriers of language and culture.
The scorching scent of the molten lava and the acrid smell of burning foliage was overwhelming.
The splashes of the frantic aliens diving into the river added to the sensory overload.
It created a discordant symphony of chaos that pierced the ears.
As I stood there, anchored by Tix’s grip, I could virtually taste the ash and smoke on my tongue.
However, amidst this bedlam, it was the sensation of the humid air, thick with tension, that unsettled me the most.
My skin prickled, a sheen of sweat forming, as I watched Fleth’s mother clutching her son to her chest.
The chill of the river diverged from the searing heat as steam rose in billowing clouds from where the flaming rocks met the water.
Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed overhead.
A massive rock, smoking and encased in cooling lava, careened from the sky, smashing into the landscape.
The shockwave was palpable, the ground shaking underfoot.
My ears rang with the explosion, and I instinctively closed my eyes against the shower of debris and steam.
When I opened them again, a heartbreaking scene unfolded.
Fleth’s mother had been struck, causing her to stumble and release her precious cargo.
Young Fleth, wrapped in the cloth that had been his protection, tumbled into the raging river.
His muffled cries reached my ears, his struggle evident even through the thick fabric that encased him.
Instinct overpowered reason.
I lunged forward, desperate to reach out and pull the child from the water to save him from the swirling currents and the choking fabric.
Tix’s strong hand clasped my wrist, pulling me back.
“It’s not real,” he whispered urgently into my ear, his breath warm against the cool skin of my neck. “This is a memory, Grace. We can’t change it.”
“He’s drowning!”
My voice wavered, anguish evident.
Tix’s gaze remained locked onto the spectacle before us. “We need to see how it plays out. This could be the key to understanding Fleth’s weaknesses.”
I watched, breath held, as the young boy fought for his life.
The wet fabric clung to him, threatening to pull him under.
Every splash, every frantic movement sent ripples of dread down my spine.
The world seemed to slow, each second stretching into an eternity.
