“Four Corners”- The Beginning Part 1
So, I’m going to start posting part of a story that’s been swirling around in my head. I’m not sure exactly what it’s about, yet, but I know the characters, and I know it’s absolutely massive. And I know I’m not writing it in order. But I am fairly sure that this is where the story starts on the page, if not in chronology. I hope you enjoy it.
“And how did you two meet?” the spice trader asked them in her sweet voice.
Grimm shrugged, “It was so long ago, I barely remember.”
“We didn’t like each other completely at first,” Gavin told her as he reached into his purse for the money to pay her with.
“And then he ended up killing me,” Grimm said thoughtfully.
“But that didn’t work out too well, did it, brother?” Gavin chuckled darkly. “Still considering trying again, half the time.”
The spice trader blinked at them, clearly confused.
Grimm nodded, “But he won’t. We’ve been through too much at this point.”
Gavin handed her the money.
“I mean, I’ve also got a few kingdoms to run, and they’ll notice if I suddenly disappear,” Grimm continued.
“Cad won’t miss you a bit,” Gavin scoffed.
“No,” Grimm was thoughtful, “Cad won’t miss me. But that wouldn’t be the kingdom I’d abandon in death.”
“True, true. Guess he’s stuck with you, then.”
Grimm laughed, “Unfortunately.”
The poor spice trader was lost. She was stuck in the position of holding the money out in front of her. What a strange conversation to hear between two people, she thought. Can’t be real.
“Oh, it’s real,” Grimm assured her, as if reading her mind.
“Though you haven’t heard the half of it,” Gavin turned away. “Come on, Grimm, let’s get back to Audra before she brings hell upon the tavern we locked her up in.” Gavin left the little shop.
Grimm turned back to the trader, “I didn’t get your name, by the way.”
She blinked her thick, dark lashes a few more times, and then said, “Danny.” She leaned forward, “Is all that really true?” When Grimm nodded she asked, “Would you ever consider telling me the whole tale sometime?”
“It’s a bit long. I don’t think I could ever really get it all done correctly.”
“Then just some of it! You sound like a man of stories.”
Grimm smiled. “So many stories. You wouldn’t believe any of them. And I haven’t always been this person,” he gestured at himself. “One time I tamed a whole mountain range full of dragons. The dragons and the mountains. Of course, I had the help of Selene, but still, she couldn’t have done it without me. And another time I saved the world. Actually, I’ve done that a few times. The most notable was when I was still a denizen of the hells and had to do all the work from beyond the grave- mostly alone, might I add.”
“You’re right,” Danny smiled, “I don’t believe you. But I’d still love to hear your stories.”
Gavin barged back in, throwing the door wide. “Are you coming, Grimm?”
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