Micro Fiction: Hope 06 March 5, 2021 by Elizabeth Drake Bryan and David responded to my fear, each becoming increasingly aggressive. The calificar drew his sword in response, and he tried to steal my magic. I would not let him. Not this time. I was no longer a helpless child. And they had made me. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related