Instead of forcing everyone to wait two weeks for the next installment, here’s Part V of “Faint.” Is it the last part? We’ll see…
She slowly glanced towards the faint movement in the darkness, hoping not to lose it this time. Fortunately, it was still there. Obscured by shadows, but still there.
“Hello?” she whispered. “What are you?”
Just like before, there was no audible response, but she knew. She didn’t know how it was possible, but she knew. It was the dragon from her closet that she had imagined as a child. The one she had written that story about once. She remembered it now. The dragon that lived in her closet and that assaulted that land she had made up. What did she call it?
The shadow — the dragon? — seemed to respond to her memories. Somehow, that was exactly what was going on. How? It wasn’t possible. Imaginary things don’t just come to life. But something from her imagination was there, a shadow in the shadows.
She felt like Alice peering into the looking glass, and she worried that this would only be the start of this adventure.