This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is dive. 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!
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My genre: Fantasy
Here’s my entry for this week:
Across The River
After a long silence, the Queen asked, “What can be done?” But there wasn’t much hope in her voice.
Winter saw the awful brown liquid spilling into the river again and shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“There must be something,” Birch said. “Block it up, maybe?”
Flame gave him a look. “You saw the size of it right? How would we do that?”
Birch shrugged helplessly.
“What about the other fairy? The one across the river?” Winter remembered Tango’s words about the curse. “She’s adding to the problem. Even if we stop the brown stuff there’s still her curse. And maybe if she knew the truth of where the problem lay with the river, then she might be able to help us.” It was a small spark of light in the darkness of hopelessness.
“She will not speak to any of us,” the Queen said. “Even if we were to go outside and risk the river drying up completely, she would never hear our words.”
“Then that’s where we come in,” Birch said. “We will cross the river and seek her out. We will take her to the brown stuff if we have to.”
Winter agreed. “I think it’s all we can do at the moment.”
“Then I thank you for your efforts,” the Queen said. “But perhaps you should get some rest first.”
At the mention of sleep, Winter yawned. She had almost forgotten that it was nearly dawn, and she had yet to see her bed that night. “I think sleep would be a very good idea,” she said.
Flame and Birch, though reluctantly, agreed with her, and they all went to their separate rooms.
Winter lay down, closed her eyes, and within moments she was asleep.
She dreamed of a dark place where the water ran brown and she couldn’t fly. The air was misty, but not fresh like on cold mornings, instead it was heavy and made her choke.
She wandered around, looking for any signs of life, but even the trees were bare.
Then she realised what was wrong with the place. It was devoid of magic. There wasn’t a single spark, and without magic, there was no life.
She woke just then, her forehead damp with sweat. Such an awful place. She never wanted to see such a place again, not even in a dream.
As she got up she thought about the tunnel spilling that awful stuff into the river. It had to be stopped. She wouldn’t stop until it was.
She ate her breakfast with Birch and Flame, then the Queen told them where they could find the fairy across the river.
Outside the ground was covered in sharp ice and frost. Winter shivered, and beat her wings harder than usual to try and generate some warmth.
Flame looked at the river. “You think it’s safe to cross?”
“If we go high enough, I think so,” Birch said, then, with a hint of cockiness in his voice,
“I’ll go first if you like. At least if I fall in my fire won’t go out.” He pulled slightly ahead of the group.
Winter shook her head, and said to Flame, “I’ll cross with you, if you like.”
He nodded, his cheeks slightly pink and his eyes not quite meeting hers.
She wished Birch wouldn’t tease him so.
The river glared up at them, sluggish and murky. Birch looked back over his shoulder, a fairy’s height ahead. “As high as possible and as quick as possible,” he said.
Winter nodded, and reached out for Flame’s hand, though she didn’t know why. A brief scowl passed over Birch’s face.
She turned her head to the clouds, and they flew up into ever colder air. Then the river was beneath them. She felt the thinner layer of magic beneath her, it tugged her downward, like a child pulling at her skirt, gently urging her in its direction.
Then she was on the other side. With Flame she dived down to the ground, kind of enjoying the rush of a steep drop. When she landed she was grinning and her hair felt on end. Flame was grinning too, and as his hair was stood up, she assumed hers was as well. “Fun,” she said.
Birch was beside them, still scowling. “You didn’t drop in then?” he asked Flame.
“No. Neither did you.” His tone suggested he was disappointed at that.
Winter cleared her throat. “Can we just get on with what we have to do instead of arguing?”
Birch and Flame gave each other a hard glance, then turned to Winter, both looking apologetic. Birch spoke first. “Of course. Let’s go and find this Independent Fairy.”
“Yes, let’s” she said, and took off to lead the way into the bare bushes that lined this side of the river.