Escaping The Wizard

I nabbed a scroll from the wizards’ desk as we fled his workshop ahead of the flames. Outside we heard the wizard scream as he burned. Sara cried, but my years of slavery had hardened my heart. I opened the scroll, hoping it was a treasure map. Sarah asked what it said. It wasn’t a map, it was a letter negotiating her release and return to her family. She looked so fragile and beautiful, streaked with soot in the light of the blazing tower. Like an angel, dependant entirely on me. Nothing, I said. Let’s find shelter for the night.