Katorah Thomas

The Great Unknown

The warmth of the sun washed over her shoulders as it broke through the scattered clouds. It embraced her for a few seconds longer than anticipated, as if it knew she needed its energy to carry on. Yellow tendrils forced a shadow out of her that loomed over the hill, the vision of a celestial being reborn. Atlas blinked at the sprawl of woods in front of her as she shifted in her boots, the sword attached to her hip acting as a makeshift leg brace. Whenever this was over, she promised herself she would become reacquainted with the star, bask in it like she used to do so long ago.