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HERE.
I expected him
to ask how many soldiers there were.
But instead he
looked behind me.
“Question.”
“Yes?” I
shifted, impatient to get to Renaissance.
“Hope you don’t
mind imbrangilae. Because one’s flying toward us.”
I whirled and
spotted the descending black form.
“Oh no,” I
whispered.
I ran down the
path, toward the boy—who just stood as the rhythmic beat of wings grew
deafening.
“Get out of the
way!” I shouted.
“I told you! I
can ride the imbrangilae!”
“Don’t be
idiotic!”
I grabbed him
and tried to drag him away, but he was too strong.
The imbrangilae
landed on the path, cold air blowing past as it exhaled, and I pulled close to
the boy.
Hoping, by some
miracle, he really could handle the thing.
It was a hideous
creature. Mismatched eyes, bulbous skin, wings like they’d been chewed by rats
and mended by spiders.
The boy grinned.
“Nabil,” he
said.
I sucked in a
breath as the creature extended its head, leaning close.
And closer,
until I thought my spine would crack with not moving.
It nudged him,
blasting more chill as it snorted.
The boy shook
free of my grip and walked around the imbrangilae, stroking its hide. Then he
climbed, using its joints to hoist himself up just in front of the wings.
I expected the creature to buck. But
it didn’t—it sat there, cleaning its face.
“How many
soldiers are there?” he called.
“Around two
thousand.”
“Renaissance has
333 people.”
“So precise?”
“My father’s chronic
about it.”
“Your father?”
“He’s, um, one
of the councilpersons.”
I stared at him.
“You’re not
Corey Pendergraft, are you?”
His head flew
up.
“How’d you
know?”
“I’m Alejandra
Digiovanni. From the Espadon River clan?”
“Oh.”
His face turned
guilty. “I know I disappeared when you visited Renaissance before, but—“
“You were
supposed to marry me!”
“Does it matter
to you?”
“No. But . . .”
“But?”
I sighed. “Every
suitor I see tells me I’m ugly. You didn’t even bother.”
“You’re not
ugly. You’re—pretty. Beautiful, I—“
“Just tell me
how to get to the council.”
“Get up here.”
I violently
shook my head.
“Why not?”
“For one, I
can’t just leave Broman—“
“He seems like a
smart horse. And imbrangilae will be faster.”
“But—“
“You won’t
fall.”
“I’m not worried
about falling—“
An arrow whipped
past and hit the side of the imbrangilae—it bounced right off the skin—making it
scream like metal on stone.
Other arrows hit
the dirt and a nearby tree, just missing Corey.
I spun around,
searching frantically, but couldn’t see anyone.
Then a woman
jumped down from a branch overhead, arrow nocked.
I gasped,
recognizing the symbol on her shoulder: Chiavona Desert Clan.
She circled me
as four others landed on the path, swords out and flashing.
The imbrangilae
roared, an angry, dangerous sound.
The snipers
paused and it whipped its tail, slamming a man into a rock. A concentrated gust
of freezing air turned a second of the five into an icicle, and she collapsed.
Corey unsheathed
his sword and hit two of the snipers on the head with the hilt. I grabbed a
knife in my boot, throwing it at the nearest attacker.
It cut her
shoulder and she staggered, but she lunged with a dagger and nearly stabbed me.
The imbrangilae screamed again and struck her with a claw.
“Get up here!”
Corey shouted.
I grabbed one of
the imbrangilae’s knobbles, climbing up and sliding in behind him.
“Up, Nabil!”
“Are you sure
about this—“
“To
Renaissance!” he cried.
(599 words. Yes, I know I slid this just under the wire.)
This week's prompts were:
Someone is killed or almost killed. (check)
One of the characters is revealed to be not who he or she is. (check)
A relationship becomes complicated. (check)
A character lies to another on an important matter.
A. What is the Rule of Three?
The “rule of three” is a principle in writing that suggests that things that come in threes are inherently funnier, more satisfying, or more effective than other numbers of things. The reader/audience of this form of text is also more likely to consume information if it is written in groups of threes. A series of three is often used to create a progression in which the tension is created, then built up, built up even more, and finally released. –Wikipedia
B. How does the Rule of Three work in this blogfest?
The Rule of Three is a month-long fiction blogfest, where we’ve created a ‘world’, the town of Renaissance, and challenged you to create a story within it. The story will feature 3 characters of your creation, who will be showcased on your blog on 3 different Wednesdays or Thursdays, following the Rule of Three. The 4th Wednesday/Thursday posting you’ll have the culminating scene.
C. What is the Shared World of Rule of Three? Welcome to Renaissance
Renaissance is an outpost town in the middle of nowhere, but many routes pass through or beside it. The desert is encroaching on one side (to the West), a once-lush forest lies to the East and South. A large river runs through the forest, but it is not close to the town. Mountains are to the North, far, far away, and when you look towards them you don’t know if they are an illusion or real. Closer by are the smaller hill chains that fed the mining, creating caverns and passages underground.
The town has had a number of identities throughout its history: A trading post; a mining town; a ghost town until it was rediscovered; a thriving community; the scene of a number of great battles; the scene of one great tragedy (that led to its Ghost Town standing); a town of great joys and celebrations, and so much more.
At this point in time, there is a general population of 333. A mixture of a community. It boasts families that have lived there for generations upon generations, but they are in the minority, and are not in positions of power. There are traders who have come back here, at the end of their many travails, to settle in. The new families and power-players have taken this as a last refuge for themselves, hoping to rebuild lives torn apart on the way here.
Everyone has a secret. Welcome to Renaissance. Enjoy your stay.
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What do you think of this installment?
-----The Golden Eagle
I'm a South African living in South Africa, which means I write and speak British English (we like to add extra letters to our words and use "s" instead of "z". Like neighbour instead of neighbor, and realise instead of realize). I wrote my first novel using British spelling, because that's the way I'd always written words. But when I started writing books that I knew I was going to epublish through Amazon, I figured the majority of my audience would be US readers. (There are people in South Africa who read ebooks, but we're way behind the US in that regard.) So ... I decided to switch to US spelling.
Rachel Morgan is the author of the newly released YA paranormal fantasy The Faerie Prince, second novel in the Creepy Hollow series. You can find it at the following online retailers (and if you haven't yet read the first book, The Faerie Guardian, you can find out where to get it on this page):
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