LAIKA I was dragged across the forest by the twigs. I could not control myself or the movement until I stopped at the feet of some fearsome-looking men. The twigs untangled me, and I stared at the men who stared back at me, not speaking or moving. I sat up and glared at them. My whole body ach
LAIKA My eyes snapped open, and I found myself in the cave. The sun's rays were streaming in from the entrance. It was morning, the second day, and I was sleeping. I tried to sit up and realized my hands and legs were bound. I whimpered and looked around. 'Joy, what happened?' 'We
LAIKA "What do you want from me, female?" I stared at him in disbelief. His voice was deep as that of a man. "You... you can speak?" I stuttered. "Are you here to know if I can speak or not?" He left me and walked away to sit by a rock. I followed. "I need the petal of life,"
LAIKA The Jaw did not come directly at us; it hovered over the cave for a while, giving MOLART enough time to dissuade me from the fight. But I stood my ground. The Jaw glided toward me, and I felt a rush of energy. I did not withhold it, so I let it surge. I stretched out my hands and wielde
LAIKA I was left alone after that fight. I did not know where MOLART disappeared to, so; I thought of finding the petals myself since MOLART was not around. I was desperate; all that was on my mind was Karim and how he was doing. I sneaked in from room to room, searching for some petals. My s
LAIKA I glared at the flowers, careful not to look at MOLART because I did not want him to see the anger in my eyes. I am afraid it would piss him off. He walked up to me and patted my shoulder. "I will inspect it at sunset." He walked past me. Fuck you, monster, I thought.
LAIKA I sat there for a while, and when I could not keep my curiosity in check, I went out of the cave to find MOLART seated on the mountain, staring at the half-moon in the sky. I stood there and stared at him for a while, wondering if I should go to him or not. After much contemplation, I t
LAIKA Staying mad at MOLART means I will not get the petals of life for a long while. I must think of what I want. It was a few hours before dawn, and tomorrow was my last day getting the petal. I quickly stood when I heard MOLART's footsteps. He stood by the entrance in no time, and I glared