Stories of the Stars - Satra IV

Satra opened her eyes at the screams of the stallion.
“AAAGHH THE GHOSTS!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!”

She caught a glimpse of the outside: strange figures rose from the swamp, with big, bug-like eyes and sharp horns. The stallion was still tied up to the wagon, and in his panic to set himself free, he knocked it over, pushing it into the swamp.

Satra jumped, trying not to touch the water that started to flow in. She climbed on top of the wagon, but it was sinking slowly, and she was too far to jump on solid ground.

Was she done for? The stallion was far away, running as fast as the legs could hold him. The only ones that could save her now were… the ghosts.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her from above. She had been too scared by the things in the water to look up at the sky, which seemed to be covered in the same weird creatures from the water, but they were flying, having big bug-like wings. The one who grabbed her smiled, revealing a set of long, sharp fangs. Satra tried to set herself free, terrified. The creature seemed to not expect that and it dropped her. It was just then that Satra regretted it, for she was headed right for the water.

The creature plunged after her, but it was too late, she hit the water, and she sank in. It was just a second before she got pulled out by another creature that was already in the water, but in that second…

Something was there, a weird, ancient presence. And when she got pulled out… she could feel it cling to her body, crawl in through the burns made by the acidic water.

“Do NOT do that again if you want to live!” The creature hissed at her. “Next time you fall in, you’ll be done for!”

Satra had no more power to fight back, even if she was terrified, so she just hanged there, while the creatures flew her over the swamp. Some had picked up the wagon as well. It was half melted off, but they seemed to think it was worth salvaging. A few minutes in, the swamp under them turned into a weird swampy forest, and they landed in a bigger solid area, covered by trees.

It looked like some sort of camp, with weird tents and huts made of scrap materials. The creatures carrying the wagon quickly started disassembling it, and wiping off the acidic water off of the bits that were left. They seemed very excited about the two wheels that were mostly unscattered, as if they had found something very rare and special. 

Satra was dumped onto the ground. At that point, it was getting hazy, and she could barely breathe anymore. She caught a glimpse of a tall, pink figure walking by, and looking at her, before shouting something at some of the creatures in the camp. Satra couldn’t hear what she said, her head was far too noisy. Shortly after that her vision went black, but for a few seconds she could feel someone pick her up and drag her somewhere, then her sense of touch went blank as well, and she couldn’t feel anything anymore.