Another couple of as-normal-as-you-can-get-during-a-pandemic weeks have passed, and not too much has changed. I’m still writing a lot, but I’m also working on an online literature class, so that does cut into my writing time somewhat. Still, I should break 50,000 words by the end of the week, if not today.
To celebrate progress, and because I don’t have much I can think to say today (it’s too hot for deep thought…why in the world does that rhyme?!?! *sigh* English), I’m giving you guys another excerpt from Agonizomai Series book 3! (It has a title, but I’m not sure if it’s the real title, if you know what I mean, so I’m hesitant to share it.)
So here you go! Not as tense as the last excerpt, but fun! Hope you enjoy! (and please remember that this is the roughest of rough drafts and thus has not been edited)
“Now stop,” Tuan ordered. Sioned obeyed, flexing her fingers as she stared at the rock and waited. There was a crunch of footsteps as Tuan and Maryth walked, and then silence. “Now look up.”
Sioned obeyed again, and the scene before her stole even her thought. She’d thought the view from the doorway was beautiful…this was breathtaking.
She stood on a crag that jutted out over a small lake of blue green water, lined with plants in every green imaginable. Some were covered in white and pink flowers larger than Sioned’s hand. The plants continued above the water, even clinging to rock walls, and were broken only by the small streams cascading over rock and filling the air with light mist. Above, instead of rock, the ceiling was open to the sky. The morning light fell through the hole and lit the entire room, reflecting off water and filtering through the many leaves that shone like jewels in the sun.
Tuan and Maryth stood a few steps away, watching her. When Sioned turned to them in wide-eyed awe, they both grinned. Sioned turned away, drinking in the beauty and wondering if such a place could be real.
“Sometimes we swim here,” Maryth said. “Or lay on rafts on the water. The stars are so beautiful.”
I want to see that. Sioned walked closer to the edge, and after a moment’s hesitation sat down with her legs hanging over the edge. Tuan and Maryth joined her, though they sat a bit separated from her, a gesture Sioned was grateful for even though it also made her a little sad. But there was too much overwhelming her senses to hold on to sadness.
“How…how did you find this place?”
“My ancestors came here after the dragon kings fell,” Tuan said. “And my grandfather started bringing others here. Mostly people he found hiding in the wastes, people who had nowhere to go.”
Sioned nodded, once again wondering about the stories of the people she’d met. Were they anything like hers?