Leah
It happened in the village square.
I was walking through the market with Turk a few steps behind me, checking on the new vendor stalls that had opened along the eastern wall. The morning was warm, the cobblestones bright under the sun. People were out. Shopping. Talking. Children chasing each other between the market tables. A woman selling bread from a cart waved at me and I waved back, and for a moment, everything felt normal.
Then, the ground tilted.
Not gradually. Not the gentle sway I’d been managing for the past few days. The world tipped sideways like someone had grabbed the horizon and yanked it ninety degrees. My vision went white at the edges. My legs dissolved beneath me. I reached for the nearest stall and missed, my fingers grasping at air, and the cobblestones rushed
