The Once Pristine Valley

Prompted Flash Fiction (troll, mountaintop, mirror)

Sharambali shook her head. Her vision doubled then doubled again. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and clenched her body and will against the twin waves of pain and nausea. She dropped to one knee, her blood pounding in her ears. 

After a few minutes, her heart slowed. She tried to slow it further by breathing through her nose. That was a mistake: …