This picks up after this: Viola Grace (yay!! Moving on!!)
The train stopped and Viola stepped off, careful to keep her eyes averted from the carnage around her. The air pirates had done more damage than she’d anticipated, and the bullets she’d taken in were weakening her. She’d barely had the strength to push Cage from the train. She looked down at the owl bracelet and tore it from her wrist. Regret weakened her further and she made a silent vow to seek revenge on whoever had made her do this. She wanted to run far from this place, but the pirates were watching. Whoever paid them would know she ran. She had to follow through. It was her only hope of avenging Cage.
A tanned, weathered hand stretched out to her. She looked up, taking in the man’s appearance. He wore a coat of filth over his skin, a yellowed shirt, brown breeches, and a red bandana on his head. A gold circlet hung from one ear, and gap-toothed smile rested on his lips.
“M’lady, your chariot awaits,” he said. He bowed in mock curtsy as his other hand swirled behind him with exaggeration, pointing to the airship behind him. “Your flight has arrived.”
Words of protest flowed from her mouth against her will and they seized her roughly, forcing her into the ship. To the onlookers surveying the damage, it looked as if they kidnapped her. The desired illusion was complete.
Perhaps now, Viola would be free.
Our Trifecta Writing Challenge this week was to use the 3rd definition of the word “flight”: a. a trip made by or in an airplane or spacecraft b : a scheduled airplane trip in 33 to 333 words. Viola had to escape somehow, and I really wanted some pirates in my story. It fit, so I went with it.
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