I woke up to the cloudy light of my bedroom, and went splat on the mammoth rug. I leaped up to my feet and put on my fireproof dragonhide dress for the fire tending.
“Hey,” I called my teammates, waving and inviting them over with a simple hand gesture. I grabbed a frozen log and started working.
Ring! We pause our work immediately. “Lunchtime!” one of the harvesters shouts. The group starts, then pauses.
“Are you coming or not, Ev?” one of the warriors, Blaze, asked. “Ev” is short for Evie, my name that apparently means “life” in Hebrew.
“Naw, forgot my lunch money. I’ll join you in a few!” I lied. My lunch money was in my cold pocket, but I had other plans.
Once they were out of earshot, I switched my shoes into my tap heels and tap-danced around the surprisingly only warm fire. I took a wrong step and fell . . . face first into a sand dune. I looked up and saw a house. I should get shelter, I thought. I headed towards the house, but suddenly shaking made me fall to the floor. I winced as a giant shadow enveloped me. My eyes adjusted to the bright light as I looked to see what had stopped me.
To be continued . . .