anabri james

A Second Venus

At first we assumed them as innocent. Our presumptions were wrong. They descended from the clouds, at lightning speed, on a large rock. The impact was felt by us below ground. I was assisting a youth, who was having trouble sculpting shape from his mind. I shielded him from the blast as we were thrown from our upright position into a tangled web of arms and legs. The heat quickly rose. The room we were in was only partially dismantled, so I advised the boy to stay and tend to his wounds, as it would help him practice healing.