Spark (From the Archives)

 

“So,” Faiya said, moving her sword off the side of the bench and buckling it to her waist, “what do you say?”

Ingeot tapped his leg thoughtfully. He always did that when he thought no one could notice. One of his ticks.

“Sure,” he said, standing up, “fighting a horde of demons with you? Where else would I rather be?”

Faiya couldn’t help but smile. It was her and Igneot, against the world.


This flashfiction was first posted in 2020

Featured Image by Alice Hampson on Unsplash



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