Post by Lisa on Feb 5, 2010 20:22:02 GMT 10
Title: The Scary Truth
Rating: PG
Length: 289 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Irnai has an unsettling prediction for Kel and Neal.
“He should be coming soon,” Irnai said. She stood in the center of the camp, looking toward the open gates and the road beyond. The sun lit her face and made her green eyes sparkle, but her expression was distant – it was the strange look she got whenever she made casual predictions.
Kel and Neal exchanged glances.
“Who’s coming?” Neal asked.
“The protector of the Protector of the Small,” she replied offhandedly.
Kel fought to keep from rolling her eyes at the ridiculous nickname. “And who would that be?” she asked. “Someone new and exciting coming to New Hope?”
“He’s not new, he’s old,” the little girl answered.
“Old?” Neal repeated, his eyebrows raised. “The only old person who’s coming to New Hope is the Stump, bringing the new soldiers.”
Irnai nodded. “And he’s bringing more dogs. He’s devoted to protecting Lady Knight Keladry as best he can.”
This time Kel did roll her eyes. “Not the people of New Hope? Just me?”
Irnai smiled. “Sometimes duty and love cross paths. You’ll understand when you grow to love him in return,” she said with the world-weary voice of a sage. She ran to the flock of children who were playing by the wall and joined them in their game of tag.
Neal and Kel exchange looks.
“Did she say love?” Kel asked, her mouth dry.
Neal – perhaps for the first time in his life – was rendered speechless. His face was contorted into an expression of horror that conveyed more than any words could.
Kel shook her had. It was nonsense. She made her way back to her headquarters, trying to recall the last time that Irnai’s predictions had been wrong. But she couldn’t come up with a single instance.
Rating: PG
Length: 289 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Irnai has an unsettling prediction for Kel and Neal.
“He should be coming soon,” Irnai said. She stood in the center of the camp, looking toward the open gates and the road beyond. The sun lit her face and made her green eyes sparkle, but her expression was distant – it was the strange look she got whenever she made casual predictions.
Kel and Neal exchanged glances.
“Who’s coming?” Neal asked.
“The protector of the Protector of the Small,” she replied offhandedly.
Kel fought to keep from rolling her eyes at the ridiculous nickname. “And who would that be?” she asked. “Someone new and exciting coming to New Hope?”
“He’s not new, he’s old,” the little girl answered.
“Old?” Neal repeated, his eyebrows raised. “The only old person who’s coming to New Hope is the Stump, bringing the new soldiers.”
Irnai nodded. “And he’s bringing more dogs. He’s devoted to protecting Lady Knight Keladry as best he can.”
This time Kel did roll her eyes. “Not the people of New Hope? Just me?”
Irnai smiled. “Sometimes duty and love cross paths. You’ll understand when you grow to love him in return,” she said with the world-weary voice of a sage. She ran to the flock of children who were playing by the wall and joined them in their game of tag.
Neal and Kel exchange looks.
“Did she say love?” Kel asked, her mouth dry.
Neal – perhaps for the first time in his life – was rendered speechless. His face was contorted into an expression of horror that conveyed more than any words could.
Kel shook her had. It was nonsense. She made her way back to her headquarters, trying to recall the last time that Irnai’s predictions had been wrong. But she couldn’t come up with a single instance.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!