Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20151117191020

Minerva searches her mind for that one memory, that one sunny day in the forest.

''The girl with blonde spiky hair grins at the girl with dark hair. "Pharah, I'm so glad that we're in this place again." The blonde girl states. Ceres and Minerva giggle. Pharah blushes. "Well, we have to meet someplace, Mercy."''

''Minerva faces Mercy, drawing her wooden sword. Mercy draws her and spreads her wings.''

''"I know you can do it, Minerva!" Ceres shouts.''

''"Get her, Mercy!" Pharah cheers.''

Mercy and Minerva charge at each other.

Minerva shakes her head. She backs away from the edge of the table, knowing that she must live, she must find her friends.

Or die trying. 