This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is distance. This is run by Rachael Ritchey over on her blog Writing Rachael Ritchey. I encourage you to check out her blog, and this challenge.
1. 1000 words max
2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
3. PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly! (this week will be difficult, I know. That’s a somewhat violent word! Remember, use your imagination. 🙂 )
4. Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
5. Go for the entertainment value!
6. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this post, and/or include a link to this post in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
7. Have fun!
As I said I would do in a comment to a reader, I have added an option to the menu above to a page that lists all the Winter #blogbattle story.
My genre: Fantasy
Here’s my entry for this week:
Go The Distance
Winter took a deep breath. Her reflection in the window stared back at her. She was strong. She was brave. She could do this.
She caught Layla’s eye in the reflection., and received a warm, encouraging smile.
She could do this.
“Good luck,” Layla said as she opened the window.
Winter walked onto the outer sill. “Thank you.” She flitted her wings, then looked over her shoulder. “Really, thank you.”
“Just tell them the truth. You’ve done all this Winter. It’s come from inside you. Not me. Believe that.”
“I’ll try.” She focused on the birdhouse, and took off. It didn’t matter what Layla said, Winter knew that if it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t be going back to the Hollow, she would still be unable to control her gift, and miserable as well. There was no way she could ever repay Layla for everything she’d done.
She landed on the birdhouse and looked at the entrance to the Hollow. Rose was waiting outside. She caught her eye, and they shared a smile. Rose’s was warm, Winter felt hers was nervous. But she hoped not.
The Queen would be waiting for her.
Time to face her fears.
She flew down to Rose, and landed on the tree root beside her. “Are you ready?” Rose asked.
“I think so.” Winter clasped her hands to stop them from shaking. “Does everyone know I’m coming in?”
“Only your family have been told, but I think rumour has spread.”
So she would be watched, and talked about . “Are there a lot of fairies who don’t want me back?” In her darkest fears, no one did. But she was trying to believe Rose’s reassurances.
A small grimace. “I have to be honest with you Winter, there are some who are afraid, for the same reasons that you left in the first place. But there are more who wish you’d never been banished at all. Your mother gave a, well, angry speech the day after you’d been made to leave, telling everyone to put themselves in your shoes. It took some time, but some did. But the decision was made. The Queen couldn’t change it. And even though others felt sorry for you, we all knew there was a good reason.” She took Winter’s hands. “I do think they went too far though. I think an alternative could’ve been found if we’d looked hard enough.”
Winter’s heart ached at her words. Painful memories flashed through her mind, from when she’d first started turning things to ice, from the day she’d been found out, from the day the Queen had announced her banishment, from those first few dark days outside, before she’d met Layla…
“I understand why they did what they did,” Winter said. “But I just want to put it behind me now. I want to move forward.” But she didn’t want all those eyes on her. Again.
Rose led her forward. “Come on. Let’s get it over with.”
The entrance to the Hollow was just large enough to fit two fairies through at once, and when they were on the other side, the light changed from sunlight to the twinkling glow of magical spheres. They always reminded Winter of fireflies, if one had been caught and placed in a clear round cage. She wasn’t sure how anyone would go about that, and she wouldn’t like the idea anyway, but that was what it looked like.
A short hallway led the way through the tree’s outer bark, then down a spiral stairway, and out into a wide space that was under the tree. In a hollow beneath the roots.
Quite a few fairues stood waiting for her. The first, though, and the best sight she could have seen, was Birch. He came forward and stood before her. “It’s nice to see you back,” he said with a smile.
She immediately felt a little better. “It’s nice to be back,” she said, “although, perhaps being watched a little less might be nice.”
“They’re just curious, Winter. They want to see you go the distance.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “We’re all rooting for you.”
“Really.” He gave her a peck on the cheek, then stood back from her. The path before her lead to the Queen’s chambers.
All she had to do was walk down it.