Jenna slumped against the tree. She watched the small town in the distance, longing for the warm beds and hot food. Men and women bustled about their day. It wasn’t safe around people. Not until she could shake the nightmares. Jenna pushed away thoughts of her own family. “Allavyr keep them safe,” she breathed.
A twig snapped behind a nearby oak. Jenna spun and flicked her wrist at the tree. A shower of splinters exploded from the trunk, knocking back the man who was hiding behind it. Shouts from her right brought another three men charging, their swords at the ready.
Jenna’s heart raced. Her hands began to burn. She raised her arms and dirt exploded in front of the bandits. One man went down, his right leg now a bright red stump. The other two charged on. Jenna pointed her hands at the middle bandit. A column of fire leapt from her hands, searing through the bandit and ignited a nearby tree.
The final bandit approached. He screamed at her and swung his sword. Jenna nimbly ducked and pressed her palms to the man’s chest. A burst of wind drove the man up into the canopy, his screaming only stopped when he crashed into the forest floor. Jenna let out a ragged breath. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in.
Something slammed into Jenna, igniting pain across her body. The world spun as Jenna fell to the ground. She reached to her shoulder and felt the shaft of an arrow. The forest went dark. The nightmares returned.
Read part 1 here: http://joshthewriter.com/2015/11/10/100-words/