Literature
Sarah and the Centaur Trap
Sarah blinked slowly, the golden sunlight filtering through the trees above her and stinging her eyes. She found herself lying down on a patch of dirt and moss, the nearby sound of water running over loose stones growing more clear as her thoughts came into focus. She mumbled incoherently before her eyes shot open once more. She sat up, disoriented, looking around in a blind panic, not recognizing her surroundings. She was on the edge of a brook, towering trees of red and gold leaves surrounding her. Her purple sweatshirt stopped a noticeable chill as the win rustled around her, leaves floating through the air before landing on the dirt