This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is lurk. 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!
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.State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
7.Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
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My genre: Fantasy
Here’s my entry for this week:
Cave Of Light
Delicate veins of ice spread out over the leaf. Winter concentrated on controlling it, keeping it slow, making it go where she wanted it to.
It kind of felt like an extension of herself.
The fairies around her gasped. She couldn’t see their faces – were they shocked, disgusted, awed?
The entire leaf turned to ice, reflecting the lights, giving the impression of another world hidden inside.
Another Winter looking back at her.
Green eyes and blonde hair. A small scar on her small, rounded nose from when she was a child learning to fly.
“So there are others!” the Queen said, her voice as clear as the ice.
Winter looked up, her heart racing. “Others?”
“Yes.” The Queen stood and floated down to Winter, her sparkling dress trailing behind her. “We have a Gifted one. Was this why you were sent here?”
“Yes,” Winter said. Another one like her? She struggled to believe it.
Flame stepped forward and Winter turned to him. “You?”
“Yes.” He held his hand out, palm up, then exhaled, blowing the air out through his lips. A flame sparked over his hand.
Winter stared. “Fire.”
Fairies didn’t really like fire. It was dangerous. Not useful for anything.
Layla had told her that humans use it for many things – that they control its dangers. But not always. Sometimes things went wrong.
So Winter remained afraid of it.
Flame closed his hand into a fist, and the small fire extinguished. “It’s nice to know there’s another,” he said, a moment of vulnerability in his tough facade.
The Queen drew their attention back to herself, saying, “This confirms my suspicions. No doubt as your Queen has said, things are changing. For some reason, unknown at the moment, the world needs these gifts.”
Winter looked down at the frozen leaf at her feet. Her gift was needed. She wasn’t alone.
Good things to hear, but hard to accept. They changed her world in a way that she had never expected.
Her surroundings reflected back at her, dancing in magical lights.
Birch took her hand, bringing her back to reality. “What now?” he asked.
The Queen took a step back. “What is your mission?”
“To find out if there are any other Gifted and where they are.” Birch said.
“Then Flame shall accompany you as you continue with your mission.”
Winter looked at Flame, nervous at the idea. She didn’t know him, and he was quite intimidating.
Birch didn’t look too happy at the idea either.
“Tonight we will Dance,” the Queen declared. “The Cave of Light shall be opened and we will Dance until dawn.”
One of her attendants, quickly followed by others, ran from the room. Reading their Queen’s silent orders.
“Flame will show you rooms where you can rest and prepare for the dance,” the Queen said, and smiled her glittering smile again.
Winter and Birch bowed, then Flame lead them from the throne room .
Winter felt like someone had flipped her world upside down in the space it took to blink.