Chapter 21: Troll Talk: Now Featuring Emotional Baggage!
SLAM.
They hit the ground like garbage falling off a truck. The explosion echoed behind them, rippling through the fog and into the eerie silence of the ravine.
Finn lay facedown—directly into Majestria’s boob—his entire body absorbing the brunt of the landing. The elf crashed not far from them, wheezing like she’d just run a half-marathon in stilettos.
All three of them coughed and panted, completely drained from the run, the bridge, and the whisper-induced mental collapse.
Behind them, the bridge was gone—swallowed by the mist, vanished like it never existed.
BAWWWWWK!
Celemothy the chicken screeched into Finn’s ear one last time before flapping off dramatically into the fog, disappearing like a greasy guardian angel.
Finn, still gasping, slowly became aware of two things:
One, He was alive.
Two, His head was still resting in a place softer than heaven.
He didn’t move.