Stars shone, thousands of candles in the sky,
their light outlines a chocolate dragon tied
up. Too weak to struggle, her scales too dry,
no helpful wave nearby, her wounded guide,
her captain, draws near. Rescue’s in his mind.
In night’s blanket he hides; his mind’s open
to her–connection made–their pain’s entwined.
“The earring,” she says mind-to-mind, “it opens
the lock on the collar. Steal it, you must…”
“I know,” he replies, he’s worked his way ’round
camp, leaning on his sword; her captors trust
her bonds to hold, but a weakness she’s found.
He stumbles, grips the wound in his side and
lifts the earring; her freedom’s in his hand.
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The “he” in this piece is the protagonist from: Seer, Savior and Survivor.
Prompted FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #1