These days I have not been focusing on the character development like I should be. For that I am sorry.
As the story has been neglected by me lately. How do I bring you guys into something that is all in my head? How do I form a story that would keep you involved. I am not sure if I can. So, what I feel like doing today is giving you another glimpse on the story. Please, if you have critiques; give them to me. However, I would like to focus on the idea the story is exciting, understood, and flow. I would love to hear if you are wanting more. As a writer it is important to me; know that I am making a story worth reading.
Cannon Beach, Oregon
“While the weather seems to have stabilized here on the West
Coast, storms are raging all across the world.
In Italy
there is now a death toll of one hundred fifty people. It seems small in
comparison to Ireland
where a near four hundred are trapped in the rubble and debris after a tsunami
hit the Country’s coastal region last night.
Meteorologists are saying the freak storms are unpredictable and
unreliable. Officials of all countries
are warning people to stay indoors and if you live on the coasts evacuate
immediately.”
She turned off the TV as the
reporter was moving on to more news.
“Well there are only two of us that can cause massive weather changes; you
and Airianna...” she looked pointedly at the man that was behind her, “Where is
Airianna now Father? I mean Your Highness…”
“Where she has been for the
last sixteen years…” His ice blue stare
reached her green with a hint of anger, “in hiding with that traitor of a
husband, course he wasn’t a traitor to us… I am sure his house is searching for
them all the same.” His rage subsided
long enough to look in his oldest daughters eyes with some sort of longing, “Do
you know where the child is? I feel a
power unlike any I have ever known… a power wild, raw, and mixed.” He said the
last word with disdain.
“No. The last I saw of the
child it was being taken away by a nice family, with no magic running through
their veins” she gave him a level green eyed stare.
“When Airianna left the
child in your care did she leave t with anything explaining what it was? Or a
name for it?”
“No father, nothing”
She felt his anger before it
landed on her shoulders. The pain ebbed
on her cheek. “Find that half-breed child and bring it to me! Otherwise you’ll be more like your mother
than just in looks alone!”
“Yes father”, as she turned
to walk away she almost refused to bow, then she turned and lowered her head
ever so slightly.
“Katrina…”
“Yes Father?” she raised a
red eyebrow.
“You will also find that
blasphemous sister of yours and be rid of her.”
“And the husband?”
“Kill him. I will have no
more unwanted heir half breeds in Fairy.”
“Yes Father.”
Katrina walked away as the
windows shattered with the booming thunder.
“You’d think the ancient bastard would have a castle with the way he
orders me around, or mistake me for a servant the way I do his bidding… but he
lost his castle because of this…Fairy didn’t want him…” She stopped the nearest servant, “I need a
car, a ticket to Rome
to leave tonight, and… have someone fix the windows that my father is so fond
of breaking.”
“Yes Ma’am” the servant said
and started to hurry off.
“Wait.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Find something to calm the
crazy old bastard. Rain is fine but
world wide catastrophes that kill hundreds is not…”
“Yes ma’am.”
She started down the main
steps. “I’ve worked hard to keep that child from her fate. Now I will have to kill her. As much as I can’t stand my sister, her vial
husband, and the spawn that they created, no one should die at the hands of
that High King of Fairy... not even them.”
London, England
“Storms are raging all across the world and the death toll keeps
rising. When asked, meteorologists have
no explanation. According to some
experts in America
it could be Global warming finally making a full frontal appearance. While people in Ireland claim it to be just a world
wide massive coincidence. Not unlike much
of the world, London
is getting its fare share of chaos with Earthquakes shaking Big Ben and having
bridges move as if on a dance floor.
Officials are saying the Queen herself may even call for a “State of Emergency”, like America, Ireland, and China. Italy has not yet declared it, but
with such a death toll they are expected to soon…”
Her crystal blue eyes
reached her husband pacing the flat.
“This just in… a hurricane is forming off the island of Capri
in Italy…
Meteorologist Monroe
Sterling reports…”
“Thank you Marie. The
hurricane is reaching wind gusts of one hundred fifty miles an hour and
climbing. It looks that the eye of the
storm is about seventy miles off the coast of the small island. It doesn’t look to let up and as if it’s
moving toward the island at an alarming rate.
Back to you Marie”
A pale hand turned the TV
down but not off, “Landon…” her husky voice was soft.
“Do you know what this
means? He’s found her Airianna. They’ve found her…” his violet eyes glanced at but didn’t touch
his wife’s blue.
“We don’t know that for
sure.” The voice found a bit of strength
in the softness, “It could be her… You said yourself that she might possess
power like mine or yours.”
“Or maybe not at all,” he
reminded her.
“It could be her… I had
strong powers at her age… but even at sixteen I didn’t have that kind of
power.”
“But I did. Witches get
their powers before a year old. How are
we to know she didn’t get hers then? We aren’t, because we wanted her safe… not
dead. It’s not her…”
“But Landon it could be…”
“Could be… but if it isn’t
her… it’s him… or…” his voice trailed off.
“Or them…” she finished.
“All of them… if it’s your
father and my whole family… We’ve condemned our daughter to die.” His violet eyes glistened with tears.
She however showed no sign
of emotion at all.
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