3. Favorite line/scene you wrote this year 📝💖
Oh son of a- I’m bad at these! Uh- let me think, Uhm... what was my favorite... Oh!I’ll put a little excerpt, as it’s for a One-Shot that I haven’t finished yet and have been keeping under wraps.
It slipped in perfectly, clicking and humming on contact- magic coursed through her body, meeting with the statue and she felt a white hot fire flash through her, gasping at the sudden pain that seared her nerves. Gritting her teeth, she tightened her hold on the key, refusing to let go.
“I…. I am .. Lucy Heartfilia-” She murmured through the pain, voice slowly growing in volume. “And I order you to ACTIVATE!”
The key turned and all power within her flowed into the statue, illuminating it in a bright glow that turned its edges transparent. The air turned to a whirlwind of power, flapping her hair about, tearing through what bound it till it cascaded over her shoulders and face and with a surprised yelp, water began to fill at her feet.
It was cold. Freezing, but the glow of the statue branched outward, shooting to the sky. Where once there had been a roof to meet it was now an open freedom to dance and sparkle in the light and water of the falls, but it spread out circling the broken walls and interior in a warm light. As sudden as it began, it ended, ebbing away and draining Lucy. Tears streamed down her face, but a smile, wider than any she had given that day, split open as she realized the light had formed a barrier across the old Palace.
“I… I did it-” She said, glee coming forth in small, exhausted giggles.
Her body crumpled and fell and she knew no more.
Luck was on her side, as strong, tan hands pulled her from the flowing fountain, setting her against the floor with a tsk. The wildling who had followed frowned, unsure of why he’d come out of hiding just to save her from a head concussion, but seeing no reason why he shouldn’t have.
“Geez, what took you so long to get here?” He griped, smoothing the hair from her face as he set her to the floor gently, sniffing the air and bristling a second later. “Don’t do that again.” He ordered, despite knowing she couldn’t hear him, and quickly dashed back towards his area of observation- a darkened alcove, shadowed by an overgrown oak. Sliding back into the underbrush, the echoing footsteps of the girls soldiers followed after.
“Lucy! Lucy, wake up, what happened?!”
Pfft, people couldn’t just let magically drained princess’ rest, could they? The wildling snorted and resumed his watch: for now.
What’s this story for? I dunno, ho-ho-ho- but I’ve been on and off writing for it as inspiration comes to me. Though it does need some editing right now-
