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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 10, 2011 16:28:19 GMT 1
I obviously don't know what the hell I am doing with this story. 10 January 2011 Red River Woman had not always lived near the Dust Bowl. Once, several years ago and in another lifetime, she had lived under the rule of Old Man Winter. When she was 13, her family had pledged her to be his bride, as she was the youngest child in the family and that was what tradition demanded. Despite being inept at magic, she had managed to flee that fate and found herself in an foreign land with little snow and a "real job". The frosty deity still wanted his child bride, however, and Cleverer was ordered to bring her back.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 10, 2011 21:19:07 GMT 1
So I herd u liek timeskips?
7th January 2011
30/12/1558, London
We have settled at long last, in London. It's the biggest city I've ever seen! Papa's cousin owns a shipping business in the city. There will be work enough for a man with his education, and we shall finally be safe. I still do not understand from who.
I'm just glad we have a place to live. Three years on the roads, more than a quarter of my life! We moved from town to town, never staying more than a month in one place.
Papa looks like he's aged about thirty years in the last three.
8th January 2011
15/1/1559, London
Today is an important day.
It's my twelfth birthday, and the new queen was crowned today. Mary's reign is truly over now!
As a treat, Papa took me to see the procession. We waited outside Westminster Abbey for hours, part of the largest crowd I've ever seen.
We saw the royal carriage, with Elizabeth inside, I even saw her, adorned in more jewels than everyone in the crowd put together, probably. She was under heavy guard. Why, I wonder? Who would want to harm our new Queen?
Papa decided we should leave not long after that.
9th January 2011
12/4/1563, London
Father would kill me if he could see me now, but for all he knows, I'm sound asleep at home.
I've been fascinated with Westminster Abbey, ever since I saw the coronation here, and now, scrabbling about on the rooftop, I gain a new appreciation for it.
At two hundred feet high, I know what a fall would do to me, but I have enough confidence in my climbing skills to risk it.
The view was worth it. All of London looks like nothing more than a cloth spread across a dining table from this height.
10th January 2011
17/8/1564, London
I am awakened by a crash downstairs, and a pained scream. I'm frightened. Do I even want to know what's down there?
I get out of bed, the cool august air comforting, but not enough to take my mind off the noise downstairs.
I move down the stairs, quietly.
I see my father, face down, dressed in a half-familiar white garb.
"Father?" I ask nervously, trying to turn him over. He's very warm to the touch, and seems to be stirring.
I notice his torn sleeve, blood flowing freely from it, pooling on the flags.
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This brings us up to 1,000 words, doesn't it? It's like I've written 2% of a novel!
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 12, 2011 0:28:25 GMT 1
After a bad day at work, which was followed by an hour long visit at the dentist, I just rambled until I got my 100 words and hit submit for today.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 12, 2011 21:29:24 GMT 1
12 January 2011
The fox looked the woman over once more and asked cautiously, "So... did you live under the rule of the King of the Mountain?"
River shrugged. "Not really. I left when I was young. I heard he fell to his death a few years ago."
Cleverer moved her upper lip slightly. Either this woman was playing her for a fool- a poor decision- or she genuinely did not remember the part she was supposed to play in her homeland. 'And why would she? Who wants to be a child bride to *that* crude monster?' a voice asked in her mind.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 12, 2011 21:37:17 GMT 1
This brings us up to 1,000 words, doesn't it? It's like I've written 2% of a novel! lol. I keep doing that with my 100 Words, too. Working out how much it translates to. Keep up the good work, both of you. I am getting ideas (for theft) from you.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 13, 2011 15:28:31 GMT 1
13 January 2011
"Look," Cleverer said. "I can get you to the... Dairy Queen, but after that you've got to come back to the White Mountains with me."
River looked puzzled."Why's that? My family all left there."
The fox realized that she truly had forgotten, somehow. She looked briefly at the Chili Thief before turning her attention back to the human. "Old Man Winter is moving south and marshaling his forces to wage war on any and all in his path."
The human shrugged. "So why do I have to go back north?"
Cleverer's eyes widened briefly. "Because he looks for you."
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 15, 2011 0:20:37 GMT 1
14 January 2011
River spent nearly twenty years wandering the plains like a nomad, believing herself to be plagued by nightmares. Wherever she would lay her head down to rest, she would close her eyes and see a dark sky above and ice and snow all around her. She would rub her torso with her arms, trying to stay warm, until the tracks would appear before her. Large footprints with a missing toe on one side. Then the groaning would start. 'It's coming from the south.' She would turn slowly and see slowly something rise above the pine trees behind her, not quite human.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 15, 2011 23:55:23 GMT 1
I can't believe I pulled off another related entry, considering how lousy today has been.
15 January 2011
The Chili Thief kept looking at the fox warily and opted to stay ahead of her and River as they made their way back to the perch of the Parakeet of Protection. The thief looked behind him and waited for the woman to produce another offering of seed. Once that was settled, he looked up at the ornery bright green bird.
The parakeet looked down at him condescendingly. "Mirp?"
The thief looked sideways. "I know for a fact you know who we are, and why we're here."
"Meow!"
"Look," the Chili Thief snapped. "You're not fooling anybody!"
Pause.
"Moo?"
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 17, 2011 0:01:48 GMT 1
Played drums for an hour and listened to a lot of music at extremely loud volumes once I got home from work (which I very, very nearly walked out on today). I plan on running in a few minutes and figure a few (say, a dozen) hill sprints will finally calm me down. Sooo... it's a nonfic day. Big time.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 17, 2011 3:50:51 GMT 1
I might do a month of non-fics...
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 18, 2011 17:19:09 GMT 1
Yesterday was another nonfic day. Today, I managed to come up with this.
18 January 2011
River looked over at the fox, who was licking her lips absentmindedly at the green snack above them. 'No help there', she decided. "Look, just point the way to the Dairy Queen. Please."
The parakeet cocked its head at the woman and then cranked its neck around to preen its tailfeathers. River was about to step forward towards the bird's perch when a cold gust of wind arrived from the east. She slowly turned and looked up at the near-black clouds heading straight towards them, along with the strong scent of iron that came from dried blood- and nightmares.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 19, 2011 15:14:33 GMT 1
19 January 2011
The Chili Thief followed River's gaze. "Pick a direction and start running," he growled, the hairs standing on the back of his neck. River nodded, turned to the west and began running. The thief followed. Cleverer barely acknowledged what the other two were doing, as her hunting instincts were taken over by the little winged smartass above her.
All of this, unbeknownst to the odd group before her, had been part of the Parakeet of Protection's plan. They had failed to realize that it was only her job to protect those who made offerings, not be a local travel service.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 20, 2011 17:08:37 GMT 1
20 January 2011
The fox leaped at the bird and suddenly found herself helplessly floating in mid-air. She swore the bird gave her a mocking look as it disappeared. She pawed at the air, but it felt like swimming in slow motion. Then she tried to gallop and found herself upside down and bobbing gently up and down. Cleverer quietly fumed. "I don't believe this!" she thought to herself as she tried to right herself. "I've been outdone by a bird with a brain smaller than my paw!" She wondered if the other two would turn around and see her like this.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 21, 2011 23:40:32 GMT 1
21 January 2011
The Chili Thief turned around briefly and saw Cleverer's predicament. He shrugged it off and kept walking beside River. She looked over at him. "What did you see?" she asked.
"Nothing besides more clouds," he replied. River knew him well enough to know when the thief was lying and looked over her shoulder to see the fox suddenly drop to the ground with a graceless thud.
"Pashalmah!" Cleverer cursed under her breath as she jumped up on all fours and growled at the branch where the parakeet had been. A moment later, she was looking at a very large bird.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 22, 2011 23:54:26 GMT 1
22 January 2011
Cleverer guessed that what she was looking at was a condor. "A cute trick," she nodded at the bird. The bird didn't respond. Not even a blink. "You can change back any time now." With that, the condor simply stretched out its large wings and left them unfurled for a very long moment. Then it finally looked down at the fox and opened its beak briefly.
The fox backed up a few steps. "Ah, I see."
'No doubt you do,' an unfamiliar voice said in her mind. 'The river woman is not to be harmed. As for the thief...'
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