Friendship
“Who’s there?” The Anointed One called out frightened. She had woken to see a shadow in the doorway. She was barely twenty summers old but had been chosen to be the Keeper of the Sacred Flame and brought to this temple against her will then burnt by the Fire.
“It’s me Kali!” A familiar voice replied. It was her best friend Ananya.
“How did you get here?” Kali asked.
“I followed the soldiers and priestesses after they took you. Then I sneaked in.” Ananya replied jumping onto her bed. They hugged. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
Joanne Fisher
This was written with the prompt fire provided by the Carrot Ranch April 4 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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This intrigues me. I would love to hear more.
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Yet another great start to something more – and it seems like an interesting culture lurks in the background.
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Love your take on the prompt this week.
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Thanks 🙂
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Oh, a new twist! Wow — “…chosen to be the Keeper of the Sacred Flame and brought to this temple against her will then burnt by the Fire.”
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Thank you for your proper use of ‘sneaked.’
That’s a real friend. I have a hard time finding someone to help me move furniture.
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😊😊
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A story of hope – lovely.
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yea for loyal kind friends!
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You paint an interesting picture in just a few woods. Very nice!
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Thanks 🙂
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words, not woods. Duh
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Thanks 🙂
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