Magic in the night

The smoke crept into her lungs reminding her of the pressing cold of the flood and the tiny girl trembled pressing closer to her guide's heels. Tears blocked her vision and she almost felt the floor fall away before the guide pulled her back. A horrible, horrible smell got into her nose and she started to cough, gasping desperately for any fresh breath of air but finding none down here. The big, dark, not-grandpa seemed to be gesturing towards a bridge. It didn't look very sturdy, but she could make it, right? After all, the Armada was full of fierce warriors and she was going to be one one day too! If she ran really fast, being as light as she was, maybe she could make it to the other side without it collapsing.

“Speech”