SKYLA.
I don’t move, the first rule of survival… stay calm… I keep my breathing steady, my eyes blazing plum purple, the exact colour of whatever or whoever that is… we’re pretty far but those eyes look almost… reptilian… I’m not completely sure as I’m not close enough… and then again, there shouldn’t be snakes out here… this is England, not Australia.
I briefly wonder if I actually ended up falling asleep and dreamt that I’m in the land down under. I finally get why they call it that. That place must be hell with the number of things trying to kill you over there.
Focus Sky.
The smell of the earth and the crisp air are enough to tell me that I’m definitely wide awake.
Neither of us moves for several seconds and I slowly rise to my feet, eyeing the reptilian or whatever it is. Wait, m
