This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is scar. 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:
A Big Step
Winter shivered in the crisp autumn air. The sun had risen a few hours ago, but the night chill still clung to the air.
She, and Birch, were wrapped up in as many layers as possible, while keeping them light enough to fly. And their wings free, of course.
Fairies didn’t cope well in the cold weather, but the Queen felt their mission couldn’t wait until the spring.
Birch took her hand. They were stood on top of the gazebo, amongst fallen orange and red leaves. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. She had said her goodbyes, her mother the last that morning.
She had worried and grumbled about the encroaching frosts. But she understood that Winter had to go. Her father had apparently given Birch quite the lecture about keeping her safe and behaving himself.
“Then shall we go?” he asked.
She took one last look around the Garden. Her home. “I think we shall.” She had to go now, before she started to cry. Again.
Together, they counted, “One, two, three,” then launched into the air.
The garden grew smaller beneath her, sparkling with morning dew. She flew over the wall, and savoured the moment. For the first time, she was out of her clan’s home.
Her eyes met Birch’s, and they both smiled. This was the furthest they’d ever been from home.
A big step for two small fairies.
They flew for most of the day, until they came to a large tree, gnarled and scarred from years of growth and living.
Winter landed on a small branch, beside Birch. This was a marker of another fairy clan’s home. There wasn’t anything to see, she could just feel it. Like a change in magical temperature.
Winter opened her mouth to speak, but her words were cut off by a strange sound building up in the air. She looked down to the ground, and to the horizon line on her left. A strip of grey cut through the green of the land she knew, like a scar marring its beauty. Along it came a blob of red, moving at a speed she hadn’t known it was possible to move at.
The blob of red screamed past the tree, stirring the air as it passed.
“What on earth was that?” Birch asked, before she could.
“I don’t- hang on.” A memory surfaced in her mind. Something Layla had told her about, something called a road… She had warned Winter of the dangers of them, and Winter had seen them on TV, but things never looked the same as on that strange human box. “It’s called a road,” she said, “and I think that red thing was a car. Humans use them for travelling, getting to places really fast. But they’re dangerous apparently. Layla said we should be careful of them.” She felt quite proud of her remembered knowledge.
“Oh. Will we be alright up here? They can’t hurt us in the tree right?” He was looking at the road sceptically.
“I don’t think so.” She searched through her memories of seeing them on the TV.
“No,” she said with more certainty. “The red things, cars, stay on the roads. They can’t fly like us.”
“Well, that’s good then,” He sounded like he was starting to trust what she said.
Another car came along, this time a little slower. Winter observed it. It was such a strange thing. She thought she caught a glimpse of a human inside, but wasn’t sure, and possibly remembered Layla telling her that they needed humans in them, but she wasn’t completely sure.
Birch seemed to be growing in confidence. He sat down on the branch, and waved at the setting sun. “We should get warm for the night. Face the new lands tomorrow.”
Winter sat down beside him, and looked at the brilliance of the sky. It was all different shades of red, oranges, and yellows. The sun at the centre burned orange. Winter wondered why that was. All day it was yellow – why, and how, did it change?
Birch took her hand, and her mind left the question. He didn’t say anything, but she could see the same sense of wonder and excitement and fear in his eyes that she had swirling around inside of her.
She had seen so many amazing things that day, and she hoped tomorrow would be just the same.