Redwoods - A Short Story
“how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you” ― Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey I’m pretty sure I turned eighteen recently since the last troll attack; I’ve lost track of time. And the days have seemed longer than usual traveling by myself for this long. All I remember from recent days is a lot of running, carnage, and sweat. To be fair, I expected my senior year of high school to be the most exciting but didn’t have “the world ends with magic-wielding trolls attacking humanity” on my bingo card of what things would happen to me. Just my luck as always, I suppose. What I do remember from the last attack is Sebastian yelling for me to keep going and throwing me a handgun and his pack. (As it turns out, they may be magical trolls, but they are still very much able to get hurt and killed by very human weapons). We had set up camp for a couple of days since Los Angeles fell to a fissure opening and swallowing most