It's only a race if you win

Sierra moved swiftly across the outskirts of the territory. The large, ancient trees loomed like slumbering giants before them. So vast, they blotted out the sky. To Sierra they were almost incomprehensible. As they finally hit the tree line, the first one she found was a broken trunk lying haphazardly on its side. Its inners hollow, and cavernous. She stepped inside, squinting at the darkness. “Hello!” she called out, and hello, hello, hello bounded out around her.

She giggled softly, and looked back to her overgrown beast of a brother. Malik was there, right behind her. It was hard to beat him anywhere, when she had to take ten steps to his every one. You’d think she’d learn.

“Race you to the other side” she shrieked, and took off like a bullet. Dashing across the uneven surface. Grass, broken up decaying foliage and half hidden roots and sticks.


"Sierra of the Sea"