Live Writing

I've been doing a lot of live writing lately. 

Live Writing: [Verb] The act of using a messenger service to write to a live audience, generally making stuff up as you go. 

This is what has come of it, enjoy.

I had her. She was finally mine again.

She made small fussing noises as I wrapped her into my quick carry sling, but settled down almost immediately. A warmth filled my heart as I looked at her, sleeping against my chest.

A thud followed by a shout behind me. I needed escape, now.

The magical lanterns that floated near the top of the cavern were dimming, signaling the set of the above ground sun.

Night was magical in the underground. Millions of lights formed a blanket of stars. We could always see them clearly, they were always with us. It's what made leaving that all behind so much harder.

More clamors from behind me, shit. Sawyer was up at the exit with the vehicle, waiting for me.
I leapt into the comfort of the shadows, letting them guide me to my destination.

I danced in between the shadows, keeping a steady lead on my pursuers. I'd love to see them try to take back what was mine. They'd already backed me into this corner, it was time I started pushing back.

The harsh electrical like of the cavern entrance was in front of me. Almost there.

"Fayth! Stop." A familiar voice called from behind me. "Why are you taking this child?" His eyes were heavy with pity and sorrow.

"I will not have her involved in all this, Lukas."

"In all of what? This is her birthright, YOUR birthright. Though you have forsaken it, this place is still your home." His arms were spread wide, as if to embrace me. Maybe he thought I was stupid, for a sparkle gave away the knife stashed up his sleeve.

"You know very well what I'm talking about. This cloak and dagger. My parents." I was trying to keep my voice down; I didn't want to wake the baby. I felt my hands heating up as I fumed with anger.

"Stay with me, mi amore." His entire expression changed. His chiseled features softened, his lavender eyes filling with promises and regrets.

"No." My entire body ached, magic burned at my finger tips, wanting to rip free. "You cannot have this child." I released the fire, channeling it down my arm and onto the floor that separated us