Yeah, I know, it’s been like two weeks since my last snippet. If I could sum up senior year of high school in one sentence, it would be “I wish I had the time”. But I digress. If you happened to miss my last snippet, here it is: “Inhabitance”. And if you think these weekly snippets seem pretty interesting and you’d like to participate, all you have to do is hop over to Weekend Writing Warriors for all the information you need on their writing events! This week, we find that Johanan has exited the clearing and has raced back to the road in hope of any clue as to where the men have disappeared to. Unfortunately for Johanan, things aren’t starting to look up (if you’ve come for a heart-warming, super uplifting story, you might be lost).
Suddenly something rising above the forest canopy caught his eye. He turned to the direction towards Valdenwel and couldn’t believe his eyes. Spiraling into the clouds were large columns of smoke that painted the sky gray. Another column to his left caught his eye, and another, and Johanan found himself seeing smoke no matter where he turned. Was the forest on fire? No, the smoke seemed miles away; most likely from other towns. Yet the columns protruding from the direction in which they’d come from the day before could only be from Valdenwel; there were no other villages or towns between him and the kingdom.
As this thought entertained his mind, another forced its way in: his family. He thought of his father, the kingdom’s blacksmith, his mother, a seamstress, and his little sister, who would no doubt be anticipating his arrival. As these thoughts quickly manifested themselves into fear, dread propelled him forward, and so, taking a shortcut through the forest that he knew well, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, calling out to the missing men the whole way.