Aeson swallowed hard. The fall had been more than he bargained for and the hornets were getting angrier. He started to crawl away. Backwards. On his elbows. But something like a ret hot poker seemed to be lying on his left ankle. No it wasn’t fire. It was his ankle itself. He had twisted it. Badly. He gritted his teeth and pulled away again. That’s when he felt the first hornet strike home. #PegasusUnbound