Nano 2019 Day Two
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I will be honest with you. I started to write and came across a couple of characters I haven’t spent time with since conception and immediately became distracted. Seriously, I’m worse than a cat with a laser pointer. Anyway, I’m managed to get this little bit out!
Day: Nov. 4. 2019
Time: 10:00 pm
Wordcount: 884 (325 today)
Wordcount Goal: 10,000
“Go ahead and laugh. The Prince of Seas is seasick, and rolling like sea slug across his own floor…”
“I’m not laughing. Now tell me this foolhardy plan of yours.”
Ahumai rested his head on Goshen’s lap and groaned once more. He took a moment to steady himself and his roiling stomach.
“I actually wanted to go to Princess Adisa’s birthday celebration. I wanted to see how things are over there… how they treat their heirs on the other side of the pond, you know?”
Goshen nodded. “I understand.”
“I want to meet people as myself before I’m spirited away to the Citadel to become all but a monk.”
“That’s a gross oversimplification, my Prince.”
“It’s practically the same thing. Only difference is the number of robes I wear and what ceremonies I’ll officiate…”
“No, you were chosen,” Goshen insisted.
Ahumai rolled his eyes and let his head loll to the side in Goshen’s lap.
“I’m serious. The Acolytes just now see it, but I’ve known it to be true the moment I met you. There is something special about you. Some sort of link to the Essential inside of you. You bridge this realm with Oblivion and that’s a gift. Every culture has a name for it. Every soul can feel it and respects it. You shouldn’t squander it, Ahu…”
The Prince’s gaze turned solemn as he listened to the earnestness of his friend. He knew he was right. He felt it in his gut that there was more than an inkling of truth to what he said. But every fiber of his being rejected the thought. He wanted nothing to do with Goddess. His own and anyone else’s for that matter. He wished he could cut religion completely out of his life. It seemed to seep into every aspect of him. Ahumai was filled with a feeling of helplessness that overwhelmed his senses. He was trapped. He was drowning. At his silence, Goshen sighed heavily.
“I know, my friend. I know.” He rested his hand on Ahumai’s forehead. “Weary is the head…”
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