A Rock And A Hard Place: Prologue
A quiet sigh escaped me.
I felt a pair of incredulous rainbow eyes begin boring a hole in my back and, when I chose to ignore them, the voice attached to said eyes gave a frustrated growl.
“How can you be so calm?” she demanded.
“Calm?” I repeated quietly, thoughtfully. “No, I wouldn’t say calm. More contemplative than anything, I think.”
“Contemplative?! How can you be contemplative at a time like this?!”
“Hm. You’re shouting again, Itzel,” I murmured, resting my chin on my hand. “I was contemplating how I got into this mess in the first place.”
“Is this really the time to be worrying about that?” Itzel demanded.
I closed my eyes. “Yes, I think it’s quite a good time, actually. Perfect even.”
I knew she was livid, even without having to see her. The poor creature really was too high-strung sometimes. It couldn’t be healthy to get that worked up over something so minor.
I would be lying if I said the situation wasn’t currently a very great danger to one’s life, because it was. That would have been obvious to a blind man, but that was no reason to begin yelling and getting so upset about the fact that I wanted to have a moment or two of contemplative silence, was it?
So we were trapped on a five foot ledge by a waterfall, with no way up and the only way off being down. So we had lost practically everything in the river. So we were being chased by at least three very powerful people who were all out for our blood. So we were soaking wet, not to mention freezing, from our little excursion down the river when I slipped and dragged us both in. So we had gotten separated from our only two allies in the world. So night was falling.
I sighed again and felt her glare intensify.
Yes, the situation was admittedly bad, but that wasn’t what was really bugging me at the moment. No, currently there was just one question that kept rolling around in the back of my mind, and I couldn’t shake it.
So, how on earth had I gotten into this mess in the first place?