Master Class: Strange Sailings
This year I plan to do much more writing, including exercising my imagination by responding to prompts as well as finishing up my many WIPs. Today I am responding to a prompt on Our Write Side presented by my dear friend, Stephanie Ayers. I am responding to “strange sailings” with a brief scene from Soul Purge, my current WIP. If you’d like to play along simply click the prompt image below.
Rashu hopped into the small, rickety boat that waited for him and, silent as a snake, proceeded across the small body of water. The moon hung heavy in the sky and reflected, fragmented, across the rippled lake. Just beneath the surface, he could see the glow of yellow eyes and when he danced his fingers across the water he just barely missed the razor sharp teeth that lined an elongated jaw. There were ragged tufts of fur sticking out from in between slick scales and their dark, slimy bodies were bloated, giving the appearance of being more than well fed. The creatures were terrifying to look at, even knowing they were simple apparitions, a testament to King Jacobi’s dark humor. When he exited the boat on the other side he grunted in disgust as his boots sunk into the muck. He cast a cautious look around him then raised his shields as high and strong as he could before taking off through the darkness. The trees that lined his path were strong and tall at first, towering far overhead and blotting out the light of the moon. As he ventured further down the path the trees began to take on the look of death and defeat. Their once proud trunks stooped and bent; their elegant branches now gnarled and twisted, casting lighter shadows amidst the inky dark.
The baobhan sithes fell in step behind him, he turned and counted five of them as they closed ranks.
“Hello, Mother,” He took her in slowly, in her present glamour she looked as she always had and yet she did not. Her eyes were no longer cold as they sized him up, they were simply dead.
“We have been expecting you,” Beside his mother a younger looking creature gestured forward, “Our King grows impatient, Rashu.”
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I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback on this little sneak peek! Until next time, scribe happy and stay sassy!