An Unfortunate Adventure! #freewritemadness: Day Twenty

With the arrival of Day Twenty, we are now officially two-thirds of the way through #freewritemadness! 😀

Today was a right pain in the arse. I had appointments to go, people to see, government departments to talk to, was on hold on the phone for over an hour, ughhhhhhhh. I finally finished “adulting” at 2pm. Half a day gone!

I also didn’t really sleep last night, so of course I’ve been a cranky-pants all day. Hooray. I also got sunburnt. My pasty-white Scottish-inherited skin apparently did not care for the two 15-minute intervals it spent in the sun whilst walking from A to B and back to A again.

Today’s prompt was – moth – which I had a nice idea for, but after being irritated for most of the day it took a while to actually even want to write it. I told you all that I would warn you whenever some cheese was coming. Well, the cheese is strong in this one!

Today’s wordcount was: 1089 — most of my chapters have three “parts”; this one is only two because I didn’t really want to get into the third bit just yet… will save that for December, haha. But, they needed a respite after that long night. 😉

Overall wordcount is: 36220


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It had been oddly silent for the past couple of hours, as though she had been deliberately removed from both Draven’s and his father’s thoughts. Obviously they were talking about her and not to her, as her mother would have said.

The black abyss that lurked beyond the buzzing blue light faded away until no evidence of the dark shadows remained, and then the forcefield also filtered away into the nothingness. A bizarre relief flowed through her. The creatures were gone and so was the white aura that had encased her body. It was over, as was the night… though, that probably didn’t mean much when Serenithyl was capable of creating its own night, and who knew what would happen with Nessie controlling the damned bird and its beasts.

They stepped away from where the blue light once battled black shadows. The Master looked at her for a long, quiet moment, and then briefly bowed his head before walking away, not a word spoken as he disappeared into thin air. Was that a ‘thank you’? She’d take it. Draven smiled at her and motioned to the trapdoor she had first entered.

Only a puddle of black goop remained where the gargoyle had fallen, slowly melting away into the stone as morning rose. The pixie that had guided her down here sat upon the top step of the ladder, resting her head in her hands in the universally accepted pose of purest boredom. As they approached, she jumped up into the air and spun impatient circles beneath the opening. It was understandable. After having lived in a tavern for all of one’s life, only to then be thrust in this dark hole… it would be pretty damned boring.

“This little lady showed me down here,” Katéa murmured, watching as the pixie pounded at the door with tiny, noiseless fists.

“I am grateful,” Draven sighed. “He won’t admit it out loud, but so is my father.”

“You two were awfully silent for quite some time. I was beginning to think that you had drowned me out in a secret attempt to talk about me.”

Draven opened the trapdoor. “It was no attempt. We were talking about you.” Offering a hand, he helped her out from the depths. The pixie whooshed out faster than the crossbow bolt and performed a little dance in the corridor, darting about each of the candles like a moth to the flame, her exuberance a thousandfold as she embraced the light. “He finally agrees with my assessment, also. That you are well-blooded.”

“I’m still not entirely sure what it is you mean by that, but I assume it’s a compliment.”

He nodded. “It is. You have a fire within you and are capable. There’s a deep strength. It also means that you are less likely to… uh, succumb to what we have come to believe is the inevitable.”

“You mean, less likely to kill myself.”

Pausing, Draven lowered his eyes. “Indeed, that is exactly what I mean. And I think he felt it too, while we were all connected for that brief moment in time.” He offered her a small smile and walked the corridor. “He was also impressed that you took down one of Serenithyl’s creatures. We would have been overrun had we tried to deal with both it and the barrier.”

Katéa shook her head. “Trust me, I’m just as impressed.” She had shot the fucker straight through the eye! Damned right it was impressive. The exhilaration she had felt as the creature fell to the floor never to harm anyone again, knowing that she had helped and that she wasn’t as useless as her father had once proclaimed… it was amazing. She glanced over at the pixie, spinning around Draven’s head like golden cyclone. “Why isn’t she going home?”

The little creature blew a raspberry and zoomed up into the air, performing a somersault before settling atop Draven’s head.

He shrugged, allowing that impish half-smile to cross his face. “She’s biding her time.” He winced as she pulled a strand of hair from his head. “And, she’s getting impatient.”

“For what?”

His grin widened. “First, I have something to show you.” They entered his corri-door and he waved an arm about the area. It was larger and entirely unlike the wintry reality that existed outside of Glouweln’s magical walls. Green meadows bordered the gravel path, strewn with colourful flowers and amassed by tiny moths that danced amidst the long grasses, their white wings gleaming beneath the rising sun and reflecting the transcendent sky, hued with soft spirals of pink and orange. The autumnal forest seemed more lush, vibrant, and now formed a perfect semi-circle around what had once been Draven’s cottage; what now appeared a modest house. “The barrier required little effort with your assistance. I had time to create, to make a few changes.” His fingers interlocked with hers and tightened about her hand. “To prepare for the future.”

Her heart skipped a beat. It was a home… for the three of them. She spun around and hugged him, blinking away her tears, and delighted in his touch as he held her against him, his fingertips lightly caressing her back. “It’s wonderful.” Lifting her head from his chest, she smiled into his eyes. “But, it doesn’t quite explain the impatient pixie doing cartwheels on your shoulder.”

He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and lowered his head to hers, softly nibbling at her lip as he kissed her. Something tickled her nose, setting her blood on fire, and she pulled him in closer, shivering as his hand crept over her thigh. The pixie released a tinkling giggle and then flew off into the distance, prancing about with the tiny moths amongst the grasses, and Katéa blushed as Draven allowed her that dimple-summoning grin. His lips found her neck and travelled up to her ear, his warm breath causing her heart to soar as he whispered, “You’ve got a bit of dust on you.”

She grabbed for his hands before he could dare wipe away the golden particles and giggled, “And this time, you’re not removing it.”

“I didn’t want to remove it last time, either,” he murmured, grinning that knowing smirk once more. “It was fun tormenting you for those few seconds, but alas, sometimes sacrifices must be made.”


Wrapping her arms around his neck, it felt as though she were flying as he picked her up and carried her into their new home.


(An Unfortunate Adventure header made by me! Courtesy of an image from Pixabay, and images from Vidar Nordli-Mathisen, Johny Goerend, Alan Labisch, Erol Ahmed on Unsplash!)