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05 May 2005 @ 12:43 am
I actually wrote something!  
Listening to (to me) new music and being a bit sleepy always helps me write for some reason. Winter is a tad depressive tough so this isn't cheerful writing. It's the prologue to one of my many fantasy stories that I hopefully will remember the plot of until tomorrow (just kidding, honestly).

Title: Shattered Snow, Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Somewhat implied violence and death. A little angst.
Summary: It's hard to write a summary of this this "late" at night for me. Go read it, it's short.
Word count: 409

It was cold outside. Had it really been this cold before she left? He couldn’t recall a single fall of snow or icy gale more chilling than this blizzard.

Hugging his legs closer he rested his chin on his knees. A lock of his hair, grey with grief, got caught by the wind and began a slow, twisting dance before his eyes.

What was to happen in the world outside? What part of it had lured her away from him? He did not blame her, felt no anger. Raging at an event neither he nor she had had control over had no meaning. She had felt the call of Lesdrea and nothing could stop any of their kin to follow that.

Perhaps he should have gone with her. Perhaps she would come back.

The arrow came out of nowhere, burrowing deep into his left shoulder.

He didn’t make a sound, only leaned back against the stone wall towering behind him. The pain was there, muted, but no fear. Where was the fear?

His breath remained even, his eyes clear. The sound of footsteps in the snow bellow him were joined by distant, fragile tones of piano keys. So that was the Music of Lesdrea.

The men on the grounded looked up as a trop of blood stained the white road before them. Their leader smiled smugly as he saw him sitting there on the cliff, blood soaking his white shirt.

Why did he not fear those cruel eyes and sharp swords? Why didn’t he struggle to his feet as their archer aimed a second arrow at his heart?

This must have been what she had felt, the soothing clarity that was Lesdrea. His death would be of great importance to his people and their survival, he could see that now. All the fear and sorrow were gone from his mind, replaced by peace.

He would not see his beloved again, not in this life, perhaps never. He would not live to see the sun set this day. He would suffer shortly and wouldn’t have time to send any form of goodbye to his loved ones. But the importance of what he’d leave behind was too great for him to consider doing anything to fight this, Lesdrea or not.

Closing his eyes he relaxed against the cold stone surface of the mountain wall. He heard the soft thud of a bowstring being released from its master’s grip and smiled serenely.
 
 
Current Mood: productiveproductive
Listening to: Winter - Tori Amos
 
 
 
(Anonymous) on May 11th, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC)
Nice ficlet, chica
Cool! I wanna now who these things are! you haven't told me... *pout*. I'll reread it later and listen to the song, I didn't just now. -Lupercalia or Bun or whatever... You'll probably recognize me by ever present sheer stupidness ;D
Nonesanenonesane on May 19th, 2005 07:22 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it
You're probably the only one who's going to read this so I'll just tell you the plot. It is...

You actually thought I would tell? *Evil grin* You'll just have to wait and see.
(Anonymous) on May 20th, 2005 07:12 pm (UTC)
Bun - attempting an insult
No, I'm not attempting an insult, because as we all know, I'm a very nice creature... *right*.