Five Sentence Fiction - Sacred


Jasmine moved slowly through the dark corridor, her back and shoulders sliding silently against the cold stone wall. She knew if she were caught she would pay with her life but she would risk anything to keep her mother’s secret safe. She felt the weight of the gold pendant in the palm of her hand, wrapped carefully in silk and clutched close to her heart. Its immortal power gave her strength and a certain confidence that she would safely escape the brutal castle walls and stay alive long enough to cross Sisal Mountian and bury the entrusted treausure in her ancestor’s sacred forest on the other side. Peeking out from around the corner at the gaurds and the ruthless weapons hanging from their belts, it was the first time in her life she was thankful for the heavy burqa concealing all but her eyes.


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