Just Two Left – #Prosery
‘What did you just say?’ Selwin asked, leaning his body through the open doorframe. He squinted past the greasy smoke and spotted Jak crouched by the hearth, hands out to the spluttering flames.‘I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head,’ Jak muttered, his scalp mottled and pink in the gloom.‘It wasn’t in your head.’ Selwin crossed the room to open the back door. ‘You messed with a bad spell and set the world alight.’‘It needed to be let out.’‘It needed you to mind your own business.’ He waved a hand in front of his face, the air clearing slowly. He frowned at the shadows across Jak’s features.‘New worlds rise from ashes,’ muttered the broken wizard.‘Not from these.’Selwin sighed and sagged against the doorframe. ‘Your just lucky enough not to see it.’ Tonight’s DVerse Prosery prompt takes inspiration from the poem ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’ by Yeats. ‘I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head’.