Camp NaNoWriMo Part 1
For Camp NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to attempt the ‘no plot, no problem’ approach and write a story in April at the pace of roughly 500 words a day.
Genre: fantasy, action
“Keep this on you at all times.” Her brother looped the necklace around her neck. “And no matter what, don’t let anyone get that.”
Holding back tears, she nodded.
“Good girl. Now go.”
Her brother stepped in to block their pursuers and slapped a hand against the wall.
“Hey! Eyes on me.”
She dashed around the corner, fingers tight around the family pendant. She should be the one back there. He was the heir. Even without the family heirloom, there were so many secrets he knew that the enemy could pull out of him. She should be back there. She should.
But she kept running, hating herself a little more with every step.
A hand clamped around her arm. She screamed and slapped her captor. The hand loosened, but not enough to let her go. Kicking his groin didn’t work either. The man was like stone.
Then she would fight stone with stone.
Over the man’s shoulder was the carving of a dragon on the wall. As the man hauled her over his shoulder, she grabbed the dragon and pulled.
The dragon peeled off the wall and tackled the man. It wasn’t strong enough to knock the man out, but it was enough to make him release her. Before he recovered, she grabbed the dragon around its neck and flew away.
Never show your powers to anyone.
Sorry Dad. It was an emergency.
She raced down empty back alleys and dove into the reserve to hide herself and her conspicuous dragon. Her brother would be able to change the dragon into something less eye catching but more deadly, but that was why he was the heir and not her.
He shouldn’t have stayed behind.
She wrapped her arms around herself and paced. She could still go back. Give her brother a hand, teach the bad guys a lesson and save the day.
She laughed bitterly into her hand.
Yeah right. She would only become a distraction her brother couldn’t afford.
“Hey, Miss. Are you alright?”
She spun around to face the newcomer. Her heart thrashed frantically in her chest.
How long had he been there? Did he see the dragon? Where was the dragon?
The man held his hands up and spoke in a soft voice, “I’m not going to hurt you. Come here.”
She stepped back. Something flashed across his face before he smoothed it out into friendly concern.
“Whatever you’re doing through right now, it’ll get better, but things can’t get better if you’re dead.”
What was he… did he… did he think she was suicidal?
“I’m not suicidal.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just really close to the edge,” he said calmly, “Come over. It’s not safe over there.”
She shifted to look behind her while keeping the stranger in view. She was in a reserve. How dangerous could it… that was a lot of rocks.
So the guy had a point, but was it more dangerous to stay where she was next to the dried river or approach the stranger and potentially hand herself over to the enemy?
“I’m fine,” she said. The last time they trusted an outsider… her uncle was still missing.
“Is there anything you want to talk about?” He took a step when he thought she wasn’t looking. She stepped back to keep the distance between them.
The ground gave way beneath her.
~Next part here~
I don’t know where I’m going with this. That would be something for future me to deal with tomorrow. Any thoughts? Questions? Speculations? Leave them in a comment. Every bit of inspiration helps 🙂