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Flash Fiction: Twisted Love

This week’s challenge is pretty open ended.  Twisted love, probably in honor of V-day.  This story actually relates to the back story of a novel I’m currently working on.  Its how the parents of one of main character’s meet.  I had a lot of fun working on it.

Beautiful Mistake

 

“I wonder where I can find something to eat,” a handsome man with white skin and flaming mane muttered.  He leaned up against a pine tree rubbing his belly.  He braced his arms back to push off the tree, when he froze.

 

A young woman with dark hair and eyes walked down a dirt pathway going down the hillside.  Her robe was undyed linen and her only adornment was a carved, open book on a plain string around her slender neck.  She grasped a book in her hand, as she sang softly to herself.

 

“A Priest of the Unbidden,” he said.  He shifted in his chainmail and stepped forward.  “Excuse me. Do you know where there is somewhere to eat?”  His voice was smooth, and seductive.

 

The woman stopped and stared.  A blush came to her cheeks.  “Yes,” She said, averting her eyes.

 

The man winced.  He hadn’t meant to use his powers, but he hadn’t learned how to turn them off.  “Where do I need to go?”

 

The woman tipped her head. “Down by the Heart of Thought,” She looked away chewing on her lip.

 

The man mulled this over. He knew that meant the place where Priests of the Unbidden lived, but he didn’t have any interest in the bland food they ate.  “Is there a tavern or café there?”

 

“Yes, nearby in the village,” She said her face turning more crimson by the second.

 

He knew it was because his power was going more and more each second they spoke.  “I’m Voracan, by the way, what is your name?” He asked, hoping it might help offset his powers.

 

She bowed with a stiff movement.  “I’m Lillian High Priest of the Unbidden.”  A bit of the blush faded from her cheeks.

 

“Could you show me to the tavern, then?” Voracan thought he might be able to find it, but there seemed to be an awful lot of winding pathways here.

 

Lillian nodded, and started down the path.  For the first few moments the only sound was soft cooing of a bird.  “Why did your parents give you a name in demonic?”

 

His face scrunched up.  He knew he should have come up with a name that didn’t reveal what he was.  “I’m a demon.”

 

She whipped around to stare at him, all color draining from her face.  “Are you serious?”  Her hand went to clasp around the book symbol.  “Stay back.”

 

He shook his head.  “I was thrown out of Silt.  I’m no threat to you.”

 

“Do not lie to me, demon.”  Lillian’s voice turned hard.  Her eyes blazed with passion.  “We of the Unbidden have no power other than our knowledge.  I know all about the lies, and tricks demons play to gain humans to torment.”

 

Voracan was fascinated by the change.  When she wasn’t being cowed by his presence she was a strong woman.  “You are right. I have power to harm you. “He gave her his best disarming smile. “It would be more accurate to say I would not.  I was thrown up for sparing a human, not for harming one.”

 

“How do I know you were tossed out?” Her nostrils flared as her face tensed.  “Anyone could call themselves forsaken, it means nothing.”

 

He acknowledged that was true.  Then, he let go of his appearance that made him look human.  His skin turned deep ash gray, large horns curled from the side of his head, eyes the color of rubies and hair of living flame flowed down his back.   He knew in his form his features grew finer and whatever was more attractive to the viewer.  “I wouldn’t bother with words.”

 

“Seducer,” She swallowed hard.  “Why are you bothering with words?”

 

“I don’t like what I am. I never have. I want to live a normal, human, life.”  That’s all he really wanted.

 

The woman eyes narrowed and her grip tightened on the symbol of the Unbidden.  “And, how do I know that this isn’t some scheme to lower my guard so you can seduce me?  I’d be a prize wouldn’t I? The High Priest of the Unbidden.”

 

Voracan figured it was true.  High Priest was an eternal virgin untouched, and always raised with in the order.  “Why are they letting you wander around on your own?”

 

She huffed.  “I’m hardly wandering around on my own.  This is a short walk from the Heart.  You are the interloper here.”

 

Voracan couldn’t help it, he grinned.  She was adorably irritated. “Why are you walking by yourself, then?”

 

“As if it is any of your business, silt spawn,” she said.  A bit of the acid had faded from her voice and her features softened.

 

“I suppose it isn’t.”  Voracan was definitely surprised by the fire in her nature.  Who’d think for a scholarly little virgin would be so bold.  “But, it does seem your people would travel with you.”

 

“It is a short walk to the village. It is my duty and privilege to talk to the villagers and train them in words and numbers.”  She took a step back up the path watching him.  “And, to spread the word of knowledge.”

 

He ran his gray hand through his hair and changed his appearance back to the handsome man with flame colored hair.  “Well, if you’ll tell me the direction to the village I’ll head there now, and leave you to your preaching.”

 

She went still, and then her eyes went huge.  “I can’t let you in the village alone.  Those people are mine to protect.”

 

“Either I eat food or feed in more traditional way for my species.”  Voracan preferred to avoid that.  After youth of feeding at the order of the older demons, he didn’t want to indulge in anything carnal.

Lillian’s fingers went white, she chewed on her lip.  “Walk in front, I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

 

As he shifted to in front of her he took the path.  He could hear her talking in a softest of whispers.   The thick trees opened up to reveal a small village.  The houses were freshly painted and the roads paved with gravel.

 

A warm hand rested on his arm.  “The tavern is the first building on the right.”

 

He flicked around to look at his companion.  The tavern didn’t really stand out it look much like the other buildings.  The only difference was a sign of a bed and tankard on it.  “It’s more of an inn?”  He asked keeping his voice low.  Since, his powers weren’t under his control he figured he shouldn’t push his luck.

 

Lillian ignored the question as they stepped inside.  The walls were a bright blue, the tables and furniture white.   There is even lace curtains, Voracan thought with a shake of his head.  “Can you order for me, I’ll give you money? I don’t dare talk more than I need to.”

 

Those dark eyes seemed to pierce his mind.  “Why?”  There was an edge to her voice that he found compelling instead of terrifying.

 

“I can’t control my powers yet.  When I’m hungry I tend to…” He paused wondering if there might be a better way to phrase it.  Then, he gave up, “seduce them.”

 

Lillian didn’t look as if she believed him.  She let out a long, drawn out breath and held out her hand.  Voracan hurried to put a gold weight in it.  She lifted a brow at the amount.  When he didn’t respond she headed to the counter.

 

He picked a chair in the far corner away from all the windows, and the door.  He settled in so his back was to the wall and he could see everything.  Lillian sat a mug before him and glass before the seat beside him.

 

A sniff told him his was some kind of ale, and hers was water.  “You don’t drink?”

 

“Of course not,” She said.  “The only vice is the power of the word, the truth of knowledge. I indulge in no other.”

 

He’d forgotten.  She didn’t fit the picture he had in his mind for a Priest of the Unbidden.   He sipped at his ale, and gave her a grin.  “You are missing out, this is fine ale.”

 

Lillian ignored him and set her book on the table and began to read.   Her fingers were long, fine and had callous exactly where one would from holding a pen for long periods of time.  She kept the tip of her index finger under each word as she read.

 

A thunk caused Voracan to jerk his head up.   A metal plate landed next to his ale, it had a thick stew with a biscuit next on a napkin to the side.  He waited until the server walked off, before turning to Lillian.  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

 

She lifted her head looking puzzled. “It is forbidden to eat anything outside The Heart.  It is to flavorful, and carries with the risk of temptation.”

 

Voracan felt himself smile again.  “You are going to sit there and read while I eat?  Why don’t you go deal with your students?”

 

“I won’t leave you alone, who knows what you’ll do.”  She didn’t even look at him as she continued to read.

 

“Come on, eat a biscuit.  How flavorful can a biscuit really be?”  He held out the flaky thing toward her, the napkin still folded beneath it.

 

She lifted her head.  “Eat your meal, and leave me be.”

 

“No, I don’t think so.  I can’t enjoy my meal with you sitting there not having anything to eat.”   He waved the biscuit out in front of her.  “It wouldn’t be right.”

 

Lillian shut the book and grabbed the biscuit settling in front of her.  “No one talks to me this way, Forsaken.”

 

“I’m not a villager, and I’m certainly not a member of the Unbidden.  I never tried denying myself anything.”  Voracan enjoyed good food, good drink, and good clothes.  He’d never give them up voluntarily.

 

She sniffed.  “You should try it.”

 

“I’d never work.  I’m a demon. It is a part of my nature.  It the same reason I was banished from Silt.  I couldn’t be different than what I was.”  He shrugged.  “That’s life, you can only change so much.”

 

Lillian picked at the biscuit.  She started to break it up in tiny pieces.  “You are awfully philosophical for demon.”

 

He let out a bark of laughter.  “You know a lot of demons, do you?”

 

For the first time, she smiled.  It made her regular face into something of great beauty.  Her eyes sparkled and her face came alive.  “I suppose you are right.”  She nibbled on a bit of biscuit absently.  Then, her eyes widened.  “Gorinth’s Balls, I shouldn’t have done that.”

 

“Gorinth’s Balls?” Voracan felt his chest rumble.  “What language for a Priest.”

 

Her cheeks blushed deep red.  “Sometimes, I work in the stables.  The stable master isn’t a part of the Unbidden.”

 

“How was your biscuit?” Voracan asked before digging into the stew.  It wasn’t the finest thing he ever ate, but it was good.

 

She toyed with it bit longer before taking another bite.  “Wonderful and you eat the rest. I can’t take the risk of eating more.” She pushed it back over to him.

 

He swallowed.  “If you are the High Priest you have never got the opportunity to rebel.  I think eating a biscuit is safe enough.”

 

“One vice leads to another.  Each vice is a weight on the scale of balance.”  Lillian spoke each word with a sharp dictation.

 

“Quoting the tenants of the Unbidden,” He shook his head.  “You are interesting to talk to Lillian of the Unbidden.”

 

She tipped her head.  “How would I be interesting? All I do is read books.”

 

“You don’t act like it.  You are fiery, and quick with your wits.”  He watched the blush creep up her neck. “Then, you throw in the random odd saying of the Unbidden.”  After taking the last bite of stew he shoved it away. “I’m going to explore the village.”  He jumped up and rushed out the door.

 

He could hear Lillian scrambling behind him as he made it out the door.   For some reason, he didn’t want to leave her yet.  She was a mystery and he hadn’t met many of those in his life.  All around the paved square up a head there were merchants.  One was selling cups, tankards, and mugs.  He’d needed a metal travel cup for the road.   He took off toward him.

 

As he got closer the merchant had a huge selection of items.   The man smiled at Voracan.  “Greetings, good sir.  What can I help with on this fine day?”

 

“I need a set for travel.”  He motioned at the small travel bag attached to his side.  “A small set, I like to travel light.”

 

The man shook himself off.  Though, his eyes didn’t want to leave Voracan’s body.  He knew his powers were affecting him.  “I’ll gather up a simple set for you, sir.”  The man turned missing around in the back of his cart.

 

Lillian moved beside him a frown on her face. “Can’t you control yourself?”

 

He felt his cheeks heat up.   “I haven’t been out of my home very long, less than a month.”

 

Lillian’s brows disappeared into her hairline as her eyes widened.  “That’s not long at all.”  She pulled at a strand of hair.

 

Her eyes rested on a bright yellow mug, the color nearly glowed.   Her fingers ran down the side of it.  “That’s a happy color.”

 

Voracan stepped toward it.  “Do you like it?”

 

“I said it was a happy color.”  Lillian said her word’s sharp.  Voracan suspected she didn’t want to admit more than that.

 

The man returned with a small sack.  “Here you go, sir.  A plate, a mug, and cutlery.  Anything else you need?”  The man’s voice had grown husky.

Voracan made the effort to try to tone down his seductive power before speaking.  “May I also have that yellow mug over there?”

 

The man shook himself off, looking a bit more natural.  “Sure, sir,” he grabbed the mug wrapping it up with paper.  He placed in a paper sack.  “That will be half a weight.”

 

Voracan thought it seemed steep, but this area was very out of the way, and he had no trouble getting money.   Before he could hand it over, Lillian stepped in front of him, giving it to the man.  “Your change from your meal, Voracan.” She said before stepping away.

 

Voracan took his two sacks moved with her.  “The rest of my change?”  He grinned, thinking that she was keeping his money.

 

She held out her hand with the rest of the money.  “Take it.”

 

His fingers ran down her palm as picked up the coins.  He lingered touching her longer than necessary.

 

Her hand snapped back.  “Are you quite done?”

 

“Sorry, your skin is quite soft.”  He pulled up the sack and handed it over to her.  “Here, I bought the mug for you.”

 

Lillian glared at the bag. “It is forbidden to have such things.”

 

“Keep in your room, no one will know it’s there.”  He winked at her.  “I’ll keep your secret.”

 

She stiffened her hand still not taking the sack.  “Why would I keep it?”

 

“To remind you have the handsome, philosophical demon you met who trailed about town one morning.”  Voracan wasn’t sure if she’d want to remember.  He did.

 

Her lips twitched and she took the sack.  “You are interesting, Voracan.  I still do not trust you.  This could be a game, demons are fond of them.”

 

“That’s true, we are.”  He knew he should go, but he couldn’t make himself.  “I’ll earn your trust.”

 

“Earn my trust?” Her voice went a pitch higher as she clutched at the sack.  “What does that mean?”

 

“I think I shall stay around town a bit.  Perhaps, I’ll take you up on your advice and join the Unbidden.  It might be good for me to learn the wisdom of the ages.”  He had to grin at that. “At least use the library at any rate.  I could learn more about the Northern Kingdoms, perhaps pick a name that’s more common.”

 

“Right,” She spun around.  “I’ll keep tabs on you. If I have to I’ll call my friend, who is a priest of Gorinth to banish you.”

 

He watched her rush off.  “Don’t worry, I’ll behave, Lillian.”  He whispered as his heart clenched.

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Flash Fiction: Voice Mail from the FUTURE!

This week’s flash fiction challenge is a little different.  First of all, Chuck Wendig is farming it out.  And second of all we have to make an actual voice recording of a voicemail of the future.  I totally love this idea.  It reminds me of the Artifacts of the Future that show up in the Wired magazine, which I love.  My voicemail is mom calling for tech advice with a twist.

Voicemail

Son, I don’t know how to get this piece of crap to work.

 

<sigh>

I went to the doctor and got the port installed.  But, I can’t get the damn hangy bits to attach.  And, I know you said to hold down the start button, but it just keeps restarting over and over.

<pacing speed up>

And, don’t say I need to read the manual I read the manual.  And, you know what? It doesn’t make any damn sense.  Not a bit.  If you want me to use this stupid thing, you need to come over and help me.  I’m done messing with it.

<bright and happy voice>

Love ya, bye.

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Flash Fiction: Bearskin Space Opera

This week’s flash fiction is to take a fairy tale and smash it up with another genre.  I went with Bearskin because it’s my favorite Grimm fairy tale of all time.  I rolled Space Opera. 

Time Isn’t a Straight Road

I stood outside the sealing chamber the scientist doing their last checks over the ring.  The one foot wide device had to be attuned to me before they broke it apart, freeing me from this reality to travel to another.

One stood apart, Melly, she watched me with downcast eyes.

“Melly, don’t worry, I’ll be back in a week, you’ll never miss me.”  I gave her a lopsided grin.  She was my heart. I couldn’t stand to see her sad.

Her lip quivered.  “Axer, don’t go.  Someone else can go.”  She jerked her eyes away.   “There is no guarantee you’ll come back.”

I took her hand and tipped her head back.   “I have to know.  A whole place, a whole existence, no human has ever seen, but I.   I can’t give it up.  Maybe, it makes me an egomaniac, but I can’t turn it down.”

The lead scientist tapped me on the shoulder.  “It’s time, if you’ll step into the chamber.”

I nodded and pulled Melly into my embrace giving her a deep kiss.  She let a cry and stepped inside the narrow cylinder chamber.  The science tugged the ring out of my hand.  It broke into two half circles and the door slammed down.

Light spiked up as I lost my vision.  Every cell in my body seemed to shake.  The stinging pain throbbed as my teeth rattled.  My eyes burned and I screamed.

My eyes fluttered open and I sat up.  The ring was still clenched in my hand.  The landscape was dark gray filled ebony spikes.  A crackling noise startled me to looking up at the deep blue sky cut by a green lightening.

Large, jellyfishes came into view floating in the air.  Their bodies glowed with random flashes of color.  As they drew closer I noticed a ring of spikes surrounded their heads.  Around them were semitransparent brightly colored fish that occasionally were getting caught in the jellyfish’s tentacles.

I rolled behind a spike to avoid the creatures.  As a jellyfish passed, three of the fishes floated toward me, one was vermilion, one was lime, and one was indigo.

My hand went to the baton at my side.  They were concerned that the gun may not be operated on the other side.  The three fish moved closer.  I lifted my weapon above my head warning them off.

Then an image appeared before me.  It was a man in an archaic dress from centuries ago with glowing eyes.  “Greetings, being, did you gate here?” The mouth didn’t move, but I heard an echo of three voices.

“No, we used a frequency to send me here.  What are you?”  Too shocked to really react I felt every muscle my body filled with tension.

“We are People of Many Skies.  We have travelled from one world to the next.  But, in our zeal to know we doomed.”  The image waved his hand outward.  “We allowed the Zoockie to come here.  They are mindless beasts.  They consume and consume.  They have eaten our world.”

I felt torn.  All this was so strange.  A part of me realized I had to embrace it to survive.  “If you can travel worlds why haven’t you defeated them?”

“We live in the mind, we have no physical minds.  The Zoockie have no minds.  They are only bodies.  Why are you here? What is your purpose?”

I debated how much to say.  They were creatures I’d never imagined.  What I revealed about myself was likely no threat to the human race.  And, I came to learn.  “To explore, to learn about new places.”

The figure shifted again moving closer to me.  The fish people moved closer as well.  “Can you return to your world?”

“I’m not sure.” A risk I’d more than willing to take.

“If you assist us, fellow being, we will help you return.  We will give you the metal that allows making sustainable gates.  You must stay until all the Zoockiee have been vanquished.  You are a physical creature, you can kill them.”

There wasn’t much choice.  I didn’t know if these creatures would attack me.  Nor, did I know if the retrieval would actually work.  I’d take the risk if they return trip worked correctly, it would automatically.  If it didn’t they owe me a favor.  “I’ll help you.”

I learned quickly that a swift baton to the body killed the Zoockie. They were frail creatures. However, I was one man against an invasion.  It was hard work.  The first year passed, and I wasn’t automatically recalled.

I continued to toil.  The years rolled by and I missed Melly.  By now, she’d think I was dead.  If their theory held I’d be a gone a week for every year I was here.  I wondered if I’d ever get back.  The fish people might say they’d help me, but who knows if they would.

Over time a spongy green moss plant started to grow back on the ground.  The spikes started to sprout leaves as I killed the Zoockie.  I devised ways for them to use their minds to smash the Zoockie into the spike trees.  Sparkling creatures started to appear, as brightly colored as the fish people.

One I day I rested under one of the strange spike trees.  The projected image returned.  “Fellow being, our invasion has been repelled.”

“Yeah, things are looking pretty good around here.”  As alien as the landscape was, I had grown a fondness for it.

“Your time to return home is now.”

Before I could get too excited a sharp pain pierced my skull.  A formula flashed in my mind. “This is the metal that allows for gates.  Return.”

The sensation hit me.  It was familiar to me.  The same one from when I was sent here.  The stinging pain cascaded through my body, I blacked out.  When I woke I was standing in the chamber, but my form was fuzzy.  I detached my half the ring from my back.  The door slide open.

Melly stood there.  Her eyes had bags under them, she looked pale.  “Axer, your half.”

I held up my ring.  A snick as they connected.  Again a jarring pain hit my body.  The fuzziness faded.  “Finally, I’m back in time.”

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Flash Fiction: Trailer Park Ninja

The challenge this week Who, Where, and the Uh Oh.  Roll a d10 out of each column and we had up to 2,000 words.  However, I didn’t even use a thousand.  

Trailer Park Ninja

The work cell rang. I didn’t answer instead I used coded login on my laptop. The caved in face of my handler clicked into view. “Carvell, you have an assignment. You need to retrieve a package from this address.” The address flashed on the screen it was in Hobgood, my home base.

“What’s the package?” Package was a pretty loose term meaning anything that I needed to bring back.

“A metal case imprinted with the roman numeral nine. Another hostile agent has it. Arm well, walk soft we don’t need anyone to know you were there.” His thick brows twitched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be as silent as a ninja.” Already my mind ran through all the weapons to take, and how to strap them in.

Immediately, those brows flattened my handler wasn’t pleased. “We don’t need any dead bodies, if you can help it.”

“Why send an assassin to do a job that you don’t need bodies?” Legit question, I wasn’t sure if he’d answer.

My handler jaw tensed. A full twenty seconds ticked by before he answered. “You are closest one to the location. It needs to be taken care of ASAP.”

I fought the urge to let out a sigh. When wasn’t it needed to ‘be taken care of ASAP.’ “Understood, anything else?”

He shook his head. “No, and good luck.” The screen went blank.

I strapped on my vest, my guns, put in my extra clips. A few clicks and I brought up the location on my cell. The place was nearly on the outskirts of town. I double checked my weapons, my armor before heading down my disposable street vehicle and headed out.

As I arrived at the location my brows went sky high. “A trailer park,” I muttered before I could contain myself. The large bulky box houses with gravel strewn between them. Little spokes of grass sticking up every which way. My nose wrinkled as I could smell wet animal fur. How the hell would I find a case in here? The indicator light blinked to my right. Apparently, someone was keeping sensitive materials in a trailer.

With a casual swagger as I made it up the door. A creak gave me enough time to jump sideways as the door exploded. Shards of wood slashed at my clothes as I rolled on the wet ground. The mud smeared across my body as I came up gun in hand. Tension tightened my shoulders and I made a conscious effort to relax. Two set steps and I rested against the wall of the trailer. I dropped down as a noise behind me. My body coated in wet thickness as I saw a cat prance past me tail high in the air.

“Stupid cat.” Feeling more than a bit embarrassed I pull myself up and proceeded inside. The trailer looked like I’d expect Formica kitchen, old flower pattern worn furniture. The only thing that stood out was a ladder sticking out in the middle of the living room. The ladder stark and industrial standing in contrast to the surroundings.

I looked around for the case and the owner. All I found was neatly made bed, and a pristine bathroom. A glance at the tracker told me the item was moving away from me underground. I wanted to avoid the suspicious ladder, which clearly would be a trap. After looking down the brightly lit tunnel I didn’t see anything obvious. Since, I couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer I started down.

Each step rang in a disturbing echo- clang, clang. My teeth ground together. Announcing my presence like this was completely unacceptable. Nothing that I could do about it. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I took a controlled slide to the ground. As I hit the ground my knees jarred a bit.

A gun in my hands and I scanned the area. Plain metal hallway went in both directions. As far as I could see there were no doors. Keeping my eyes up I pulled up the tracker. The package was toward the south. The word trap bounced around in my skull step after step.

The corridor opened up to a massive room. I stopped stunned as I stared a flying saucer. Apart of my mind yelled at me to be careful check the area, but shock rolled over me. I always thought the UFO stories were crap. And here one sat sparkling in the artificial light. The stomping of boots drew my attention.

Yeah, I messed up. About ten men surrounded me guns in hand, steely looking their eyes. They stood up in the unvarnished black. “Drop your weapon and turn yourself in.”

I thought about it. But, it wasn’t in my nature. I dropped and attempted to roll. The air filled with gunshots as they hit my chest, my legs, and arms. They weren’t screwing around. Heaviness filled my chest as I settled on my back. “Guess I’m not much of a ninja after all.”

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Flash Fiction: Cerulean Rider

First challenge of the new year.  Check out the challenge here.  This week we had to randomly generate a title, and make a story based off the name.  I went with dragons, cause dragons are cool.

Cerulean Rider

They told me over and over that I was wrong. There were no more sea dragons. All of them had perished in the war. A war some were calling the Great War. As if it was a great thing. Races destroyed, people’s ended, civilizations crumbled that is the only legacy of the war. In defiance I stood on the shoreline and wanted.

The gentle spray of water brushing my skin as the sun beat down with oppressive heat. The water glinted and sparkled like a wave of diamonds. The sand, even threw my leather sandals, burned with midday heat.

I knelt down to my dust covered travel sack and pulled out a string of shells strung on dried out kelp. “Beliv Jora Tah Vee,” I chanted as I wrapped it around my wrists. The chant rose above waves as the sting began to glow. The waves began to rock the waves growing higher and wilder.

“Yil Tasin Welian Woe.” The second part boomed over the waves as the shells shattered apart. And a blue lightning struck the water as I was blown onto my back. The waves gently lapped over my legs. A roar echoed over the water. I sat up my hands sinking into the wet sand.

A large reptilian head lifted from the ocean. My hearted started to beat faster. Could it truly be? I scrambled to my feet and rushed into the waves. The water logged down my pants, and soaked me to the bone. The strength of waves forced me to only stand leg deep.

The dragon rose in cerulean beauty glossy, and glorious under the sun. Large luminescent eyes of the sea green watched me with intensity.

“Are you real? Or, have I finally lost my mind?” As much as I hoped it was hard to believe.

The dragon shook its body the water cascading away from it briefly revealing the sinuous body. “I am no daydream, life mate.”

“I was right, you are a life dragon, and you are the brother to my soul?” My chest felt as it was being squeezed.

The dragon bowed its head in an oddly formal gesture. “You are. What is your name, mortal?”

“Alya Tuith, I am arrow maker’s daughter.” My father had been an archer before he lost his legs in the war. Never again would he run along the mountain tops bow in hand.

Dragon claw reached down and lifted me up. He settled me on the shore. “I’m Rider Ceru, Alya Tuith.”

“What do we do now? I’m no water creature. I can’t live beneath the waves.” The idea pained me. My brother needed me. I felt it deep in my heart. Without each other we would not make it.

Rider Ceru snorted as the rippling white mane bounced around in the wind. He looked like a massive ocean wave given life. “The water witch who lives here owes the Dragonkin many favors. Do no worry. Either I will live with you, or you will live with me.”

“I’m Morie,” my people the elves of the mountains did not live with dragons. They’d next accept what I was. “I’ll live with you. My people don’t enjoy change of any sort.”

“Stubborn as the mountains they live in, the Morie are. “ The dragon eyes seemed to glitter with humor. “They always were. Living with me will not be easy. I am a warrior. I protect my people in the waves. We aren’t ready to come back the world as much as our flying kin.”

He didn’t have to say I wouldn’t be seeing my family or people for a long time. Perhaps, I wouldn’t ever see them again. Only my father held my affection at home. However, he had four sons all archers. He didn’t need me. “You need me.”

“Delina come!” The shout loud enough I slapped my hands over my ears. Even a minute later Ceru’s words echoed in my ears.

Water welled up on the sand to form shape of a woman. Slowly, she gained tanned flesh streaked with blue, hair woven with sea weed, and a dress made of fish scales. “Dragon.” The witch spoke her voice sweet and light.

“I want to cash in a favor. “ Ceru announced his tail thrashing back and forth in the waves.

Delina cocked her head as her eyes shimmered between green and blue. “What do you want?”

“Allow her live under the ocean.” Ceru motioned at me with one massive claw.

“That worth more than one favor, it will cost it two.”Delina’s eyes turned shrewd.

Ceru brought his head down to look her directly in the eye. “Are you going to really push this, witch? It is little for you. Don’t play your games with me.”

“If you don’t want to play games, don’t talk to a witch.” Delina gave a bit of a grin.

“One favor, you owe me over a dozen. If you don’t accept I won’t help with anything is paid back.” He sat back.

She inclined her head and turned to me. Two arches of light shot toward me wrapping around me. Pain flared as I felt something burst from the side of my neck. My fingers ached as skin rippled outward. My vision blurred as I collapsed to the ground. My body moved as water pooled around me. My vision cleared as stared at scenery around me. Fish flocked by, lights flickered up from the depths below.

“Welcome to your new life.” Ceru announced before me dragging me home.

 

 

 

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Dialog Excerise

For some reason there was no Chuck Wendig challenge this week.  Which is fine.  But, I decided to do something fun for writing practice. A quick dialog practice basically has two characters talking no tags, no descriptions, and no beats.

Dialog Exercise

“Have you now accepted that you are mine?”

“Lady, I don’t know what the hell your problem is.  But, you don’t own me.”

“I do.  You just don’t remember.”

“Don’t freakin’ touch me.  I pretty damn sure if somebody owned me, I’d remember.  That’s not something you write on a post it note and forget about.”

“It was long ago.  You pledged yourself to me.  Another lifetime ago.”

“What? Now you’re trying to tell me there is reincarnation.”

“I’m not attempting to tell you anything, Ricky.  I am merely stating facts.   Believe what you will.”

“I don’t believe you.  Let me out of this room.  I’ll start screaming, then some cops will bust this door down.  And, you’ll be knee high in it.”

“Scream all you wish.  It makes no difference.”

“Is that a freakin’ smirk? Are you smirking at me?”

“Your resistance is amusing.  You seek to intimidate me.”

“What aren’t you afraid of the cops, and jail?”

“There are places more terrible and damaging than Jail, Ricky.  Places most minds would break to be there.  I’ve been to all those places and emerged whole. “

“So, you’ve been to Goth clubs I get it.”

“I suspect you truly don’t.   No matter you are one of mine.”

“No, I’m not.  Whatever your name is, I’m not yours.”

“You know my name, Ricky.  When you can remember it, you’ll know I owe you.  I have patience, I can wait.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not patient.  I want to go home.  I want to drink a beer.  I’ve been here, what feels like forever.  This cramped room barely has a bed.  There’s no tv, no freakin’ internet.  Life without internet is pretty dark, unimaginable place.”

“Unfortunately, Ricky, to get those things you must remember my name.”

“How about Goth Princess?”

“Closer than you know.”

“Hey, where are you going? We aren’t done talking. You need to let me go.”

“I’m going to go drink a beer and use the internet, of course.  When you say my name, I’ll bring you one.”

“What an annoying kidnapper.”

 

 

 

 

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My Thoughts on Amon

Well, it’s been almost a year and half since I started this blog.   Now is a good time to put up another world. And, to explain that confusing and open to interruption statement, give me a second.

The original idea went I started this blog was to write about different universes IE ‘worlds’ I created in my fiction.  I tend to make a character and make a world to fit them.  Sometimes this character is later disregarded.  The worlds tend to stick around.  Amon was picked as my first, because it was the first one I dreamed up as a kid.   It fit the sort of darkness I could see in the everyday life.  Yet, it also fit the possibilities, and hopes I saw too.

I love Amon, because here are a people who have beaten on over and over.  Every time they achieve any sense of normalcy the universe conspires to take it from them.   Through nearly impossible odds they manage to survive.   The consequence being their race got darker and darker.   What originally started a small world still developing society, became a society where survival of the fittest was the only real rule.

One the concept I decided on early way back when I still couldn’t drive was to society to be slightly guided by a powerful being.  It took me a long time to come up with the idea of women who lived around a thousand years each, and passed on the wisdom of their lives to each other.   If you’ve been following along you’d know the first of which was Rilas.

Amon is also intriguing to me, because it is world on the edge.  It can either evolve into something better, or become a darker place.   Change, to me, is a great catalyst full of interesting storylines and interpersonal conflict.   What will become of this razor edge type dance?

I wish I knew.

Next week, I’ll be telling you a bit about the next world, which is Elenmitis.  It will be a fantasy world, a bit of a shift from science fiction.  It won’t be your typical fantasy universe, however.

This doesn’t mean I plan to never post another story on Amon every again, it won’t be the focus anymore is all.  In the next couple of months I’m planning for a lot of changes on the site.  I want to make a full-fledged time line and put up stories on there so you can see where they fall in the storyline.

In two weeks, I swear, we’ll be back to story time.

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