Personal Narrative Fiction

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I awoke with a jolt, which was the only reason for the realization that I hand been asleep in the first place. Kiosk, now relieved of his burden, flew off somewhere. Satomi and I picked ourselves up from the ground. “Are we at the Fairy Palace?” I asked, my mind churning furiously to keep up with the facts. “Are we even alive?” Satomi moaned, not quite awake yet. “Obviously,” I murmured, sitting down on the grass with my head in my hands, a dull ache throbbing against my skull. Satomi sat down next to me and stared up at the night sky, a curious feeling coming over me as doubts poured into my mind. Luckily, I didn’t have to speak them aloud. “I hope that the others are all right.” Satomi’s voice came as muffled, and when I looked up, I saw that she had hidden her face in her arm. …show more content…
She’d said it in a way that told of so much more, like what happened to them, did even one of them get away, are they all dead, are they all captured, are we the only ones left in the world, and contributed, despite all else, to the general atmosphere of despair. I sighed and stood up to get a good view of the place. Kiosk had flown us to another forest, or another part of the forest, over which a heavy mist settled like tangible despair. Satomi arose and shakily stepped to my side. “Where are we?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I groaned, then noticed Evelynn’s basket still on my arm and was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. “Satomi!” “What is it?” Satomi asked hopefully, noticing the change in my tone of voice. “We can look for the others!” I cried, opening the basket and rummaging around for the mirror. I didn’t have to look hard, because Evelynn’s way of organizing things was much like my