Post by marianne on Aug 5, 2009 21:18:37 GMT
Unpublished manuscript
Copyright 2008 Joanne Anderton
www.joanneanderton.com
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT
DO NOT DISTRIBUTE WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR
APPRENTICE
Book One of the EarthChild Revolution
By Joanne Anderton
Part One
The MageCouncil
1.
A moment of panic, just a moment, and the connection slipped. There was nothing I could do. No amount of fighting would keep me in the trance, no level of concentration could hold us all together. I knew this, knew it too well, but did those things anyway. Just in case.
I fell, and I brought the others down with me.
Golden leaves rustled before my eyes. The smell of moist, worked dirt teased my nose. I blinked these residue visions away.
Slowly, my equilibrium returned. I shook the image of a small, familiar farmhouse from my head and looked up to meet Szithseh's angry eyes.
"Azahra, what's wrong with you?" Her wings twitched in irritation. A ceramic bowl on a shelf behind her fell to her feathers, shattering on the cold floor.
I flinched at the noise. It echoed from rock walls and grew to fill the mountain.
"Szithseh! Be careful." Silmar glanced to the open doorway, the red spines on his back rising. "We could be heard." His green scales shimmered in the firelight.
Szithseh bristled. Her opening wings and straightening back sure signs the harpy was about to put her voice to full use.
"She's just angry." Bronald touched Szithseh's bare knee with a gnarled hand, and she settled. "You can't blame her." His earthen eyes met mine. "Can you?"
I sighed, and rolled my aching shoulders. I hadn't realised how tense they were.
"I'm sorry," I said. Again. I had spent most of the night apologising.
"It is all right, Azahra." Drylath's webbed hand reached across the circle for mine. After a moment's hesitation, I gave it to him. His turquoise scales were dry. Tiny spikes had risen along the backs of his fingers, and one caught like a pin-prick in my skin.
I frowned at him. "You're too dry."
Many lids blinked, covering his black eyes with an aqueous film. He smiled, revealing small serrated teeth. "Sitting in front of the fire will do that. I will get some water in a minute."
"You should have said something earlier." I tried to stand, but the fish-man held my hand.
"And you're trying to change the subject." Silmar extended his long neck and rested his head on my knee. Crimson eyes looked up at me, and I was reminded of a dog begging for attention. "Drylath will be fine. What about you?" The dragon's scales rasped against my leg as he spoke. Not enough to hurt, just to tickle.
"I'm fine. It's just..." They knew. Why did they need to make me say it? "I'm sorry. I'm having trouble tonight."
"We all have bad nights." Drylath tightened his hand, and I ignored the spikes.
"But I'm the only one who loses control."
I felt so small, even though I was the largest of our strange group.
"It doesn't matter." Silmar added a claw-tipped paw beside his muzzle. "We'll keep helping you. No matter how many times it takes."
Szithseh snorted, but Bronald shushed her.
I bent over to kiss Silmar's warm head. When he and Drylath teamed up they were unstoppable. So I pushed my doubts aside.
"Well, if you really want. I suppose I could try again."
"Great," Szithseh muttered. But I knew to ignore her. I glanced up and met each face in turn. Drylath's knowing smile. Silmar's over-the-top innocence. Bronald as he crossed his arms and nodded. Szithseh's grin, hidden behind a toss of her head.
In that moment, I really was one of them.
But footsteps filled the doorway before we could begin.
Copyright 2008 Joanne Anderton
www.joanneanderton.com
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT
DO NOT DISTRIBUTE WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR
APPRENTICE
Book One of the EarthChild Revolution
By Joanne Anderton
Part One
The MageCouncil
1.
A moment of panic, just a moment, and the connection slipped. There was nothing I could do. No amount of fighting would keep me in the trance, no level of concentration could hold us all together. I knew this, knew it too well, but did those things anyway. Just in case.
I fell, and I brought the others down with me.
Golden leaves rustled before my eyes. The smell of moist, worked dirt teased my nose. I blinked these residue visions away.
Slowly, my equilibrium returned. I shook the image of a small, familiar farmhouse from my head and looked up to meet Szithseh's angry eyes.
"Azahra, what's wrong with you?" Her wings twitched in irritation. A ceramic bowl on a shelf behind her fell to her feathers, shattering on the cold floor.
I flinched at the noise. It echoed from rock walls and grew to fill the mountain.
"Szithseh! Be careful." Silmar glanced to the open doorway, the red spines on his back rising. "We could be heard." His green scales shimmered in the firelight.
Szithseh bristled. Her opening wings and straightening back sure signs the harpy was about to put her voice to full use.
"She's just angry." Bronald touched Szithseh's bare knee with a gnarled hand, and she settled. "You can't blame her." His earthen eyes met mine. "Can you?"
I sighed, and rolled my aching shoulders. I hadn't realised how tense they were.
"I'm sorry," I said. Again. I had spent most of the night apologising.
"It is all right, Azahra." Drylath's webbed hand reached across the circle for mine. After a moment's hesitation, I gave it to him. His turquoise scales were dry. Tiny spikes had risen along the backs of his fingers, and one caught like a pin-prick in my skin.
I frowned at him. "You're too dry."
Many lids blinked, covering his black eyes with an aqueous film. He smiled, revealing small serrated teeth. "Sitting in front of the fire will do that. I will get some water in a minute."
"You should have said something earlier." I tried to stand, but the fish-man held my hand.
"And you're trying to change the subject." Silmar extended his long neck and rested his head on my knee. Crimson eyes looked up at me, and I was reminded of a dog begging for attention. "Drylath will be fine. What about you?" The dragon's scales rasped against my leg as he spoke. Not enough to hurt, just to tickle.
"I'm fine. It's just..." They knew. Why did they need to make me say it? "I'm sorry. I'm having trouble tonight."
"We all have bad nights." Drylath tightened his hand, and I ignored the spikes.
"But I'm the only one who loses control."
I felt so small, even though I was the largest of our strange group.
"It doesn't matter." Silmar added a claw-tipped paw beside his muzzle. "We'll keep helping you. No matter how many times it takes."
Szithseh snorted, but Bronald shushed her.
I bent over to kiss Silmar's warm head. When he and Drylath teamed up they were unstoppable. So I pushed my doubts aside.
"Well, if you really want. I suppose I could try again."
"Great," Szithseh muttered. But I knew to ignore her. I glanced up and met each face in turn. Drylath's knowing smile. Silmar's over-the-top innocence. Bronald as he crossed his arms and nodded. Szithseh's grin, hidden behind a toss of her head.
In that moment, I really was one of them.
But footsteps filled the doorway before we could begin.