Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 21- Janna

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Last week, Janna and Anton watched a bunch of scary people destroy the farm they were staying at. With no food, no money, and nowhere to go, they make their way to a tavern whose proprietor- Maya- helped Janna when she was first on her way to the farm.

Maya was outside, watering some flowers in a pot by the door. “Why, it’s you again,” she said, her pleasant face creased in a smile. “You and your boy- though I could’ve sworn you had a little girl last time you were here.”

Janna had thought she couldn’t possibly cry anymore, but the moment she tried to speak, the tears came again.

“Oh dear,” Maya said, “something dreadful’s happened, hasn’t it? We’ve been hearing the most terrible stories these past few days.”

“My sister’s dead,” Anton said, as Janna tried to gulp down her sobs. “That woman with the horrible eyes killed her.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 20- Janna

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Happy New Year! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.

We last left Janna hiding in the woods with Anton, while the farm where they lived was attacked. Anyezka, Janna’s 5-year-old stepdaughter is at the farm, but there’s nothing they can do until the marauders leave. Finally, they see them coming down the road.

A woman rode at the head of the group. Tangled black curls fell down her back, over a long, dirty sheepskin coat similar to what the others wore. But while they whooped and laughed, she looked  around silently, scanning the edges of the forest. Janna shrank back.

The woman slowed her horse to a stop as she sniffed the air and Janna could have sworn her eyes glowed yellow, like an animal’s. She sniffed again, then shrugged and urged her horse on. Neither Janna nor Anton breathed until they were well down the road.

“What was that?” Anton asked, still shaking

Oh, I think we know exactly who it is- though the what may still be unclear! Guess she didn’t waste any time getting right back to work after installing Braeden in his cozy dungeon.

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 19- Gwynneth

wewriwaHope everyone had a lovely holiday. We’re still celebrating, since all of the family didn’t make it at one time. We’re also enjoying being in one place for more than two days at a time.

Even though I’ve been terribly lazy, I didn’t want to miss out on Weekend Writing Warriors. Click on the link to see the full list.

Last week, we left Kendryk terribly worried that he would be forced into a confrontation with the empress. Gwynneth sees it as an opportunity for Kendryk to take advantage of the empress while she’s distracted with a number of other problems, so she’s trying to persuade him to assert the somewhat nebulous rights he holds under an ancient imperial charter.

“But what will you do if Teodora simply orders you to send Father Landrus straight to her?”  Gwynneth asked.

“Perhaps I can respond with a counteroffer to buy some time,” Kendryk said, looking rather distressed at the idea.

“Don’t bother with all of that- just tell her what you intend to do and refer her to your charter if she objects.”

“I sometimes think you should be the ruler,” Kendryk said, and slid an arm around her waist. “You’d be better at it.”

“Oh, that;s ridiculous- you’re quite good at it yourself,” Gwynneth said, though she was pleased.  “In fact, you’re very like my father, always weighing the risks and making very careful decisions. I’m afraid I didn’t inherit much of that.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 18- Kendryk

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Sooo, last week, I kind of left Janna in a bad place. So sorry. I’d planned to continue her story today, but it’s just too dang depressing to post this close to Christmas. So, we’ll return to Kendryk and I’ll bore you with theology instead. 🙂  He’s been poring over the Holy Scrolls with Father Landrus, and so far, isn’t finding the answers he’d hoped for. :

Kendryk’s eyes burned, but he deciphered the ancient letters one more time, just to be sure. “The Scrolls do mention a ruler who will defend the truth,” he said, finally looking up, “but the only description they give is that he will be young and from the north, That could be me, but it could also be King Lennart of Estenor, or Gwynneth’s brother Arryk, or even Prince Ossian.”

“None of them have stepped forward in defense of the truth as you have,” Landrus said. “That is all the proof I require.”

“So let’s suppose I am that ruler.; the Scrolls say nothing further except that he is to be present at the final battle. Does that mean I have no choice except to fight the Empress?” And that was it right there- Kendryk’s worst nightmare.

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I’m not sure if I’ll be here next week. I’ll be with family for a few days after Christmas, so I might be busy, or not, depending on niece and nephew quantities present on any given day. 🙂 I wish all of you happy, safe and blessed holidays!.

Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 17- Janna

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I just realized that Janna’s story is still behind everyone else’s, chronologically. Gee, I wonder if it’s because I’ve rewritten her arc about four times? Anyway, she’s done her best to adapt to life in the country and resist attempts to marry her off to the icky Seko. She’s found that a good way to avoid him is to spend her days in the woods, looking for berries. City girl that she is, she can still identify a wild strawberry!  Her step-son Anton usually comes to get her in the evenings so there’s no chance of Seko finding her and “escorting” her back to the farm. One evening, they are heading back when they see an armed party approaching the farm. Anton is worried about his little sister who’s still in the farmhouse.

“They don’t have any reason to hurt a little girl, ” Janna said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “They’ve probably just come to steal. Let’s sit here quietly until they’re gone.” But waiting was almost unbearable,and once the horsemen had passed they crept quietly through the bushes until they could see the farm.

“Mama,”Anton tugged urgently on her skirt just as she saw the red glow. “Mama, the house is on fire.”

He scrambled to stand up, but she grabbed his arm and didn’t let go, especially once the screaming started.  It seemed to go on forever, and finally Anton stopped struggling and rolled into her arms, trembling and wetting the front of her dress with tears.

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 16- Kendryk

wewriwaIt’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.

Oh, it’s nice to be back! Thanksgiving was lovely, but I missed you guys. I’m already knee-deep in the second book of this series, so this is a fun bit of review for me.

Last time we were with Kendryk, he had a very bad dream. This prompted him to act, persuading Julia Maxima to allow Kendryk to keep Father Landrus in custody and asking the empress for permission to hold a trial on neutral ground. This gives Kendryk the chance to spend more time with the priest and learn more about his reasons for rebelling. Landrus promises to show him everything he has learned from studying the Holy Scrolls- their version of scripture.

“I don’t know why you believe me now, but something has happened to change your mind.”

Kendryk nodded. “I had a dream about the last battle, I think-  it went badly.”

“It will go badly if things continue as they are,” Landrus said, laying the quill down. “You give me a great deal of hope however, and once you’ve had a chance to read the relevant passages in the Scrolls, you’ll understand why. They speak of a young ruler who will stand against the forces of darkness alone, although in time he will be joined by many others as they come to learn the truth.”

“Will the Scrolls also show me what I need to do next?” Kendryk couldn’t help but feel this was far more important now that he had committed himself.

“The Gods always give guidance to those who seek the right path; I have no doubt that you will find it.”

From here on out, all snippets should be in proper chronological order, now that I have made Aeon Timeline my bitch. 🙂

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 15- Braeden

wewriwaIt’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.

When we last saw Braeden, he had decided to arrest Daciana Tomescu, marauder and personal friend to Empress Teodora. He’s taken her straight to Atlona, the empress’s capital, and is hoping to get rid of his prisoner without upsetting the empress. He really can be clueless sometimes!.

It would take time to find Prince Novitny’s black banners in the sea of tents covering the parade ground so Braeden brought his party to a halt. “Find the prince and tell him we’ve got an interesting prisoner, so I’ll want his help handling the empress,” he said to Franca.

Before she could go, a column of twelve women in the gold armor and red velvet of the Imperial Guard approached them. It seemed that word of Tomescu’s capture had traveled faster than he had. Braeden hoped they were here to take her off his hands.

“Braeden Terris?” a tall, very red-faced woman at the head of the column asked.

When Braeden nodded, she said, “You are under arrest by order of her Imperial Highness, and will proceed with us to Arnfels Castle.”

It was to be the dungeon, then.

I’m not sure if I’ll participate in WeWriWa next week. I’ll be spending the long weekend with family and probably won’t have time. I will miss all of you! I always look forward to Sundays and seeing what amazing things you’ve come up with. Happy Thanksgiving!

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