It’s Day Eighteen of #freewritemadness! 😀
I’ve been struggling the past few days. Finding it hard to concentrate, can’t use my imagination, am easily distracted. Desperate for chocolate but have none. Will rectify that tomorrow. Yesterday’s writing was a finishing off of the previous chapter, and that’s exactly what today’s writing is too!
Recent days haven’t been as in-depth as I would normally write. At the moment I’m just trying to get the skeleton pieced… and at the moment, I have full plans to throw some flesh on this skeleton later. 😉
Tomorrow’s writing will hopefully be a touch more proper. I would like to reach 35000 tomorrow! My son will be at Kindergarten so I have a few moments to myself to sit down and actually think, and will hopefully work out where all this will culminate. I have a few vague ideas, but need to stretch it over ten more days. Ten because I have the final two mapped out already.
I’m also debating whether or not to do a voice reading… and dip my toes into dtube at the same time… the thought scares me, but is also tempting. I don’t know – will see how it goes!
Today’s prompt was – late.
My wordcount for today is – 1035 (lowest so far! eeeeek!)
My total wordcount is – 32822
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Wait —she whipped upright, her hands flying to her neck. No! Nessie had taken the orb. What the fuck was she going to do with it? What was her task?
Draven pulled her back down, holding her in place. “Calm down,” he whispered into her ear.
“No, no, no! Nessie took it. She’s going to do something with it. I don’t know. She needs to finish her task… whatever the fuck that is. She killed the orb-wearer last time, too. The orb-wearer didn’t know!” Tears rose as she tried to struggle out from Draven’s grasp. “The orb-wearer… she didn’t know.”
“Will you sit still and let the dragon lick you?”
His impatient tone and the absurdity of that questioning statement gave her pause; that was officially the most ridiculous thing she had yet heard since being here. Staring up into his eyes, she forced a smile through the pain throbbing through her neck.
“I would never have imagined, in all of my life, those words being said to me.”
The long tongue descended from above and she cringed as the rough thing lapped at her wound once more. Was this really happening —was she seriously being licked by a bloody dragon right now? Dragons were supposed to wreak havoc, breathe fire, burn villages to the ground and people to a crisp, not lick at what should have been a fatal wound with a medical tongue.
This one has odd concepts of what a dragon is imagined to be. Must be one of those newcomers.
“Aye. You’re the first dragon she’s met.”
Katéa furrowed her brow, looked at Draven and then back up to the toothy maw. Back in the spider tunnels, Nessie had not heard the hissing voice… but, both she and Draven were hearing it now. Conversing with it!
“I don’t understand… how did I hear you say to ‘turn back’ when Nessie could not. Actually, how did you know that I should turn back at all?”
We sense things, foolish human. You can stand now.
Draven helped her to her feet, holding his arm about her as she stood upright. She touched her neck. There was a lump where the ancestral blade had cut into her, but there was no longer any pain and there was no trace of blood. It had been mended.
“Frukaith and two others were patrolling. The closer you were getting to the sphere, the stranger Nessie’s aura grew. They didn’t trust it.”
An inadequate interpretation, but will suffice.
Giant wings beat into the air and she braced herself for a gust of wind that would send her flying as Serenithyl’s had, but the wind that was produced was as gentle as a kitten’s soft purr. There would be no falling down holes this day. Well, unless you count that trek just before, and the murderous elf —that bitch. The dragon flew up into the air and shot itself away as though it were a bolt on Draven’s crossbow, shimmering across the skies as a crimson meteor before it vanished.
“This is so surreal…” she murmured, touching the mended wound once more.
“I’m sure that I would find your world just as strange.”
Her world… was beyond strange. Katéa whipped about and buried her face into Draven’s chest, shuddering as she said, “Not all is ever as it seems. You told me, and that elf sure showed me.”
He wrapped his arms tight about her and pulled her deep into his embrace. “She deceived us all.” He trembled slightly, but quickly suppressed it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
They stood in silence for several minutes, holding one another on the gravel path. Though she hated the necklace, she also missed it; it had enabled her to become closer to Draven, to hear bits and pieces of what he was thinking, and to know without words the depths of the pain that he felt. The silence was horrible.
“I miss being able to hear your thoughts,” she sighed. “What do we do now?”
“There’s not much we can do just yet. The dragons are spreading themselves across neighbouring villages and towards the city. Father assumes that the elf desires vengeance, which I also think is likely… the people must be protected.”
She furrowed her brow. If she recalled correctly, they had already talked about this back in Nessie’s gardens… back when the elf still seemed their friend. The dragons had failed.
“What good are the dragons now if they couldn’t even help a century ago?”
Draven leaned back and smiled down at her, lightly brushing aside a lock of her hair.
“Because this time, my dearest newcomer, it’s only an elf.”
Ignoring his heart-fluttering dimple, she stood back from him and placed a hand on her hip.
“She’s controlling Serenithyl. It’s not only an elf.”
Draven sighed, “The energy was siphoned, correct?” and continued as she nodded. “Then indeed, it is only an elf.”
“But, the elves in the memories were in awe of her. She was the only pureblood… whatever that means.”
“It means that her magic and determination are of higher calibre than most.” The Master interjected, appearing from nowhere. “It does not matter. We take her down and Serenithyl will fall with her.”
We take her down… Katéa swallowed. That sounded so impersonal. Apart from Draven, Nessie had been her only friend here. Or, at least she thought she had been… until she got stabbed in the throat, which was only slightly worse than being stabbed in the back. She had been used right from the start, just as Quint likely had been.
It was the first time she had seen the Master since Quint’s punishment. He appeared just as strict now as he had that night, even without his fiery three-bladed whip gripped tight and the torches casting harsh shadows over his face, and as he walked the path towards them she stepped closer to Draven. He narrowed his eyes —a small wince of pain as he lowered his gaze to her stomach— then his face softened.
“The two of you wasted no time I see,” he sighed. “Draven, you are as wayward as a juvenile dragonling. Newcomer, I sincerely hope that you prove me wrong.”
“Live for longer than a half-year, and I may choose to use your name.”
“Father,” Draven took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. “She nearly died a mere half-hour ago.”
The Master did not answer. He looked up and peered into the flawless sky above the cottage, darkening as the sun descended behind the trees, then calmly returned his gaze to Draven as the sky itself seemed to tremble and quake.
“If you are quite done gallivanting, we need to reinforce the barriers. It’s getting late and the beasts have returned.”