We’re into the first full week of Nanowrimo, so while I hope to keep up doing one or two blog posts a week, chances are they’ll be bits and pieces of the story I’m working on for Nano. Case in point, this prompt response. If you’re doing Nano as well, feel free to add me as a friend on the boards – Lexy0387 is my username.
This week’s master class is from Dragonflight, and the challenge was to use it as the beginning or end of a story. Click the image below to go to the prompt and read some of the other responses, or answer it yourself!
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“What are you doing here?”
Mara had been training for this moment for so long, and now that it finally had, an actual man speaking the male part was throwing her off.
“I’m… I… I’m… I live here,” She stammered. “Hang on. Let me start again.” She cleared her throat. “Good Sir Knight, you have rescued me. Prithee take this – ” she snatched up a kerchief, “This token of my gratitude.”
The scruffy man gingerly plucked the kerchief from her outstretched hand, but made no move to cherish it.
“Um. Perhaps you could also do me the favour of directing me to the treasure?”
“You know, the priceless treasure, found beyond the dark wood in a dragon-guarded castle?”
“I think that’s me. I’m a princess, so you get the priceless treasure of true love. And living happily ever after. Theoretically…” She wished he’d stop gaping at her.
“I was hoping for a golden harp or maybe a magical golden sword.” He glanced about, as though hoping the chamber would reveal its secret stash of magical golden objects.
“What kind of knight are you?”
“No kind of knight at all – Monroe the Treasure Hunter, at your service,” he sketched a bow. “Could we speed this up a bit? I’d like to get out before the dragon wakes up.”
“You didn’t slay the dragon? What’s wrong with you?!”
“I just happen to not like killing intelligent creatures unnecessarily. I thought a princess would be less bloodthirsty.”
“Well you try living trapped alone for nine years, see how bloodthirsty you get.” Tears built in her eyes.
“N-nine?” he stammered.
“YES, Nine! I’ve been stuck in this stupid castle for nine years, and someone finally shows up and defeats the dragon – sort of – and he just wants some stupid gold sword, and now I’m probably going to have to wait here another nine years for a real knight to come along!” Mara could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks and hated him for being witness to it.
Monroe was distinctly uncomfortable faced with tears. “Why don’t you just go home instead? I’m sure your parents will understand, and I bet you’ll have loads more luck finding a husband if you’re living somewhere less isolated!”
“Leave?” she said, staring down at the gate. She could see the dragon, collapsed across the stable yard and a crumbled section of the outer wall, snoring peacefully. The decision was easy. “Yes. You’ll return me to my kingdom.”
“What? No. I meant, you can leave, because the dragon is asleep, and go home… by yourself…which would probably lead to you getting killed by brigands, or something. Maybe you should just stay here. I’m sure someone’ll come along… eventually. If you leave now, you’ll remain cursed.”
“I’m not under a curse, my parents just wanted to find me a prince or knight to marry. And I’m tired of waiting for him. Take me home, and you’ll get your treasure. My father has tons of gold,” she added.
His eyes lit up, and Mara knew she had him. She rubbed her palms against her thighs in anticipation of the challenge.