Prompt: #Jangled

Jevin was woken from his restless sleep from a bright flash across the camp-site. It was a deep blue, almost black. He got up, rubbed his eyes, and left the tent to see what had happened. Before he could get nearer, the tent exploded in a bright blue fire, knocking Jevin back several metres. He covered his eyes with his hands, not doing much considering they were translucent. The fire spread throughout the other tents, exploding them in a similar fashion. Jevin saw X scramble out of his tent, black magic swirling around him. It was too late, as X's tent was set alight along with its owner.

Jevin was left alone, trapped as he watched the flames swirl closer. The hermits were going to lose. He closed his eyes, feeling the hear touch his skin. His vision swam into darkness, and he fell into sleep.

Jevin woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. That was a bad nightmare. He quickly looked out the door, no fire surrounding the camp. The moon was headed downwards, and Scar was sitting near the burnt out fire.

"Hey Scar" he whispered, not wanting to wake the others.

"Oh hey Jevin!" Scar smiled, and Jevin sat down next to him.

"What are you doing up so early?" Scar asked.

"I had a nightmare" Jevin answered.

Scar nodded knowingly, and there was a brief silence as they looked into the dead firepit.

"So, you all packed to go back to hermitville?" Jevin questioned.

"Yeah, this was a fun camping trip. I miss Jellie though."

"Mhm" agreed the slime hermit. The nightmare haunted him even in the waking world, his eyes going to Scar's tent every now and then to make sure no freak fires were occurring.

He would be glad to return home, despite the fun he had on this little holiday.

You readers have been #Jangled!

Or have you?