“We have to finish what we came here for, or none of us will be safe.” Both of us run to the edge of the roof as the battle rages far below us. In an instant we both shift, jump off the roof and race toward almost certain death. Whether we die in the battle or die in a shifter’s court martial afterward, neither of us is going to live to tell the tale to our mate.
But we are shifters—military—and that means honor. Even if it kills us.
© Cassidy McKay, 2011 from Shifting Priorities
I just found out about a neat thing–Six Sentence Sunday!
I love the idea, where you can post six sentences from something you have written. It can be from a work in progress, something already finished, or just something you come up with on the spur of the moment. So this was my first contribution.
The official Six Sentence Sunday site is at http://www.sixsunday.com if you’d like to learn more.