joodthedood
We huddled together in the enclave of the mossy stone, chilled to the bone and unaware of when our salvation would find us. I held her close to me, pushing away my fears into the night. They fleeted, but were still very much alive. But I needed to be strong now. For her, for me; for the both of us. Her icy hands gripped at the loose cloth of the back of my shirt. Here, now, we were both more afraid then we'd ever been before. But I intended to hold her close until her fears sank into mine, and melted like the ice over the lake behind what had once been her home.
Suddenly, without warning, the great creature swept down from the skies and scooped me up in its enormous talons. Flying high above London, I could see it all. The great tower, my home. The creature let out a great roar, sounding more lion than a large bird, which cracked through my eardrums and down into my bones.
I lied down right there in the grass, with the brilliant flames blazing in the distance against a black blanket of silk. This was the perfect night for it. The air was warm and dry, and a gentle breeze cooled the fever I could not seem to sweat away.