This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is Mars. 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:
Winter stared up at the stars, and thought of Layla, of the nights when she would sit with her friend out in the Garden, talking while gazing up at the twinkling night sky.
One night, Winter had asked about what the stars meant and Layla had explained about the planets out there, other worlds and other suns. She had pointed out one planet that was visible that night – Mars – which she called the Red Planet. Winter imagined the world around her as all red and thought it must be a very strange place to live. Then Layla had told her that no one lived there and she had felt it must be a lonely place.
Winter didn’t remember, gazing up at the stars now, with Birch curled up asleep beside her, which of the shining dots in the sky was Mars, or any other planet or sun. She still struggled to imagine that those twinkling little dots were really other suns. The sun was really bright. And really big. The two things seemed too different to be the same.
Tiredness took her over again and she drifted back off into sleep.
The next thing she knew Birch was shaking her awake and the sun was burning away the morning mists.
“You must have been tired,” he said, over their breakfast of nuts and berries.
“I didn’t sleep very well. The stars distracted me.”
“How can the stars distract you? They’re just there, in the sky.”
“I was thinking about them. And missing Layla,” she admitted.
He rubbed her arm. “You’ll see her again soon.”
“I know,” she said, but didn’t feel like she knew. It felt like it would be a very long time until she would be home again.
But, she looked at the world spreading out before her, there were many adventures to keep her busy until then.
She stood up, breakfast eaten, and said, “So, what do we do now? The fairies of this land might not like us just flying in uninvited.”
“No,” he followed her gaze beyond the road, “but I’m not sure what else we can do. All we can do is explain ourselves when they approach us.”
It wouldn’t be long before they would realise she and Birch were there. They would know, just like she and Birch had known through the webs of magic that they were on the edge of another fairy clan’s territory.
Birch took her hand and squeezed it. “Ready?”
They took off, and for the first time Winter noticed a human house amongst the sparse grasslands. She pointed. “Look, I wonder if that house has a Garden like Layla’s. Maybe that’s where the fairies live.”
The Queen had told them before they left that most fairies made their homes in Gardens of human houses. For some reason, humans were drawn to the spots of magical concentration where fairies had made their homes in the days before humans were around. So fairies had just kept making their homes there, safe in the knowledge that most humans couldn’t see them, so couldn’t purposefully hurt them.
“Let’s go and take a look,” Birch replied.
They altered their heading and flew to the house. It was smaller than Layla’s, and didn’t have an upstairs. Winter landed on a windowsill at the front of the house. A fence ran from the wall, enclosing what she assumed would be a Garden.
“What is that thing?” Birch asked, pointing through the window.
Winter turned. On the windowsill, lay a long dark block. Something tugged at her memory, but she couldn’t think what it was. “I think it’s a chocolate bar,” she said. The red marks on the top tugged even harder at that memory that refused to come out from the back of her mind. “Something beginning with M…. “ She thought she remembered Layla telling her about it, about it being chewy, and really nice…
Birch opened his mouth to say something when another fairy landed on the sill beside them, distracting Winter from the memory that was teasing her. He was big, for a fairy, and had wild red hair and bright green eyes. “And who exactly are you?” he questioned.
Bonus points and a feeling of superiority if you can guess the chocolate bar referred to. 😉