Fantasy of Flight by Kelly St. Clare

Author:Kelly St. Clare [Kelly St. Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelly St Clare
Published: 2015-05-24T07:00:00+00:00

I lean back against Blizzard’s shoulder. I’ve eaten too much. Easy to do with the wealth of food before us. Ice shares a heavy look with Blizzard and the despondent hollowness I’ve temporarily placed to one side rises up.

Ice stands. “Flurry was…a good man, all the way through. The most decent man I ever met.” He clears his throat. “He was born in the Outer Rings. Hard to be born there and turn out that way.” He draws a hand down over his face before continuing. “I was honored to know him, honored to battle by his side, and honored to be there at the end.” Crystal puts an arm around his collapsed shoulders as he sits. Flurry’s death was terrible for me, but the others have known him much longer. Blizzard is next to share a memory of Flurry. We all take a turn, tipping back brew after every memory. This brew, which I used to water down, is like honey now compared to what I’ve been drinking in the Outer Rings - It doesn’t mean it’s any less potent.

“I have a toast,” Crystal speaks, wobbling atop the bench. “To Frost. For saving our sorry arses.” She belches softly behind her hand.

“To Frost!” I cringe as they yell my fake name loudly and clink their glasses.

I hear someone mutter. “For now.” However the man’s quite justified concern over his future longevity is drowned out.

“Speech!” The chant goes up. Perhaps no one wants to think about what will happen tomorrow.

I clamber onto the bench seat, face warm. The assembly has been drinking - as is usual after dinner, but they stay far away from our table. The louder we get, the sharper their glares become. They don’t like that we’ve lost our meekness so quickly. Still, the men and women watch our tired group and listen, desperate at the same time for the promised show. No one has come to hasten us out of the hall with our growing noise, confirming my guess. Jovan has declared we are to stay on in a guest capacity…with guards.

“I don’t know what to say,” I say with a shrug. I start when I see Jovan glowering my way. I gulp and turn back to the fighters.

“I couldn’t have fought with better people today.” I make sure to tailor my words, mindful of our current company. “Every one of us contributed. If there had even been one weak link in the chain, that was us, gone.” I scan the men’s faces and suddenly grin.

“But did you see our moves?” I say to Tricks’ men. “There’s no doubt we would have kicked your ass in the group category. You never stood a chance.” Tricks’ men stand up, shouting their denials. Our barrack argues back. Crystal looks between the groups laughing. I’m so busy celebrating the chaos I’ve created that I don’t notice Fury and Vice until it’s too late. They grab my arms before I can react and I splutter and gasp as Wrath pours brew down my throat.

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