Post by greenie on Feb 7, 2010 20:45:10 GMT 10
Title: Break (Force of Destiny 1)
Rating: G
Length: 437
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Kel needs a break, and gets more than she ever expected. The first in my Force of Destiny series.
It wasn’t until she reached her own room that Kel realised she was shaking and sat down. “Gods.” The room felt strangely quiet; it was the first time that she had been alone and not busy for weeks, if not months. It wasn’t that she didn’t love New Hope and its people, but there were so many demands of her that she could feel it all wearing her down. She rested her head in her hands. Perhaps her trip to Mastiff in a week would give her a chance to recover so that she could come back to New Hope with her energy restored. “I just need a break,” she murmured.
“You have earned one, my daughter.” The voice seemed to tear right through her, and Kel clapped her hands over her ears as everything turned black.
……………………..
Nothingness was all around her, and Kel was floating – or was she falling?
“Do not fight true love, my daughter. What is meant to be will be; the force of destiny makes it so.”
Kel had barely begun to wonder what this meant when she landed with a thud.
……………………..
“Goddess, you really must be desperate for a drink.”
Kel sat up, blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust them to the sudden light. She appeared to be in some sort of tavern, and the woman closest to her was watching her intently.
“It was nice of you to drop in; I was just thinking I could do with some company.”
Kel stared at her in confusion. She was wearing a shirt and breeches, but she spoke and carried herself like a noble, and she had a sword buckled to her belt. “Are you a Rider? Where am I?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re in Corus, of course.” The woman took another swig from the tankard she held. “No Goldenlake ale in Port Caynn, theirs tastes like pig swill.”
“Goldenlake ale?”
“Sit down, you look like you’ve had a bit much of it.”
Kel sat. “But, how am I in Corus? I was at the border.”
“Barzun.” The older woman nodded. “It’s enough to make anyone a little loose in the nob.” She studied Kel. “It’s a pity; you’ve got a sweet, honest face, and intelligence in your eyes.”
“Barzun? But that’s part of Tortall…I was at the Scanran border. Because of the war, at New Hope. And then the voice came, and said…said about true love, and the force of destiny.”
“Destiny?” The other woman propped her chin on her hand. “Well, you look more than a little confused and you could obviously do with some rest to get your mind working properly again, but I was just thinking that you seem to be my kind of woman.”
Rating: G
Length: 437
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Kel needs a break, and gets more than she ever expected. The first in my Force of Destiny series.
It wasn’t until she reached her own room that Kel realised she was shaking and sat down. “Gods.” The room felt strangely quiet; it was the first time that she had been alone and not busy for weeks, if not months. It wasn’t that she didn’t love New Hope and its people, but there were so many demands of her that she could feel it all wearing her down. She rested her head in her hands. Perhaps her trip to Mastiff in a week would give her a chance to recover so that she could come back to New Hope with her energy restored. “I just need a break,” she murmured.
“You have earned one, my daughter.” The voice seemed to tear right through her, and Kel clapped her hands over her ears as everything turned black.
……………………..
Nothingness was all around her, and Kel was floating – or was she falling?
“Do not fight true love, my daughter. What is meant to be will be; the force of destiny makes it so.”
Kel had barely begun to wonder what this meant when she landed with a thud.
……………………..
“Goddess, you really must be desperate for a drink.”
Kel sat up, blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust them to the sudden light. She appeared to be in some sort of tavern, and the woman closest to her was watching her intently.
“It was nice of you to drop in; I was just thinking I could do with some company.”
Kel stared at her in confusion. She was wearing a shirt and breeches, but she spoke and carried herself like a noble, and she had a sword buckled to her belt. “Are you a Rider? Where am I?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re in Corus, of course.” The woman took another swig from the tankard she held. “No Goldenlake ale in Port Caynn, theirs tastes like pig swill.”
“Goldenlake ale?”
“Sit down, you look like you’ve had a bit much of it.”
Kel sat. “But, how am I in Corus? I was at the border.”
“Barzun.” The older woman nodded. “It’s enough to make anyone a little loose in the nob.” She studied Kel. “It’s a pity; you’ve got a sweet, honest face, and intelligence in your eyes.”
“Barzun? But that’s part of Tortall…I was at the Scanran border. Because of the war, at New Hope. And then the voice came, and said…said about true love, and the force of destiny.”
“Destiny?” The other woman propped her chin on her hand. “Well, you look more than a little confused and you could obviously do with some rest to get your mind working properly again, but I was just thinking that you seem to be my kind of woman.”
Can't wait to see where you go with it.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!