Today I’m trying something new because two of my favorite writing people (Shan and Fallon) have participated in this bloghop for a while and caught my curiosity with their creative posts. So… here I go, trying something new.
Following the rules (found here), this piece is raw. Not even WIPpet raw, where I’m usually posting a piece that I’ve sketched out and done some minor edits on. Typos will be fixed, but that’s pretty much it.
The prompt for today is “contrast“. Either I must use the word or the post itself must involve contrasts in some way.
Vartanian walked toward the ruin, the dark stone round and worn in the twilight shadows. Behind him, he heard the rest of the men murmuring softly to their mounts, settling their packs, the relaxed bustle of a hundred other evenings. A camp like any others, three walls and a ceiling tumbled to the sky…
But it wasn’t like the others, not really. Vartanian supposed he should have expected it. After all, he’d heard the rumors too. But after all these years seeing the lad grow up, knowing how gentle he was—he’d sworn his life to the service of this young man, so sure he had been of Alanii Vestimiir’s noble heart!—, now Vartanian held his wounded arm tight against his side, staunching the bleeding, knowing as second in command he had to take charge of the men and hold them back. Knowing, and dreading, that he had to protect Alanii now, despite the creature that had filled the man only moments ago.
Creatures that he’d helped hunt down only ten years ago.
Just ahead of him, he heard a snap, then saw a small flame build and take, chasing away the oncoming night. Light against dark, hope against despair… life against death. He knew where his loyalties lay.
Hope you enjoyed this piece. The characters are from the world of my Swan Song Series books (this scene came to me because I was editing photos from our England trip this past Spring).