Hullo! So a fair warning: Below will be a drabble I have written up as an example of my writing for people to see if they want commissions. This story belongs to me personally, having written it myself. I do not want my work posted anywhere but here by me. Reblogging is okay, but posting without crediting or taking offsite is not. I do not want my work taken without my consent, there is a reason copyright laws exist. I will not tolerate my work being used without my permission.
Now without further ado, I present:
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The small town was silent, what smelled like the river close by and some baked bread from the fancy goods store was now replaced with smoke and fear. A young half elf with the sharp canines and nails revealing his wood elf heritage to the empty street. About an hour or two prior, or maybe thirty minutes ago, the young girl was playing hide and seek, close to calling out “Olly~ Olly~ Oxenfree!” and quitting because her brother and their cousins had hidden too well for her. It likely didn’t help that her brother was sneakier than her and the cousins were fully wood elves.
But now everybody was hiding, and she was alone. Too scared to call out and quit her game in fear that those monsters would come back. They were loud, boisterous and roared triumph. Kicking over barrels if they didn’t have whatever treasures such monsters looked for. Walking on her tiptoes and trying to be the most silent she’s ever been, the half elf walked to a secret hiding spot they were all supposed to meet, expecting to see her family there. But only two were there, and her voice came out in a scared, quivering whisper. Voice giving out before she could finish her sentence. “Hawthorne..? Mace-” they turned so quickly she was spooked,almost running away as her imagination made it seem like monsters loomed over them before Mace reached for her. “Hey-hey good blessings it’s me. It’s Mace, I’m here Quince. It’s okay now!”
Quince, the young girl, looked at her older brother and started to tear up. Trying to stay quiet but it was hard for such a small child. Their cousin Hawthorne had his bow, the sibling’s mother telling them that their aunt and uncle were teaching their own children early. Quince didn’t understand, but her brother did. His face meant it was not a good thing, she was perceptive enough to know that. But now it seems that she would have to learn to, because there were monsters. Hawthorne’s voice was sudden and struck Quince and Mace with a feeling of dread.
Everything slowed as Hawthorne pulled the bow quickly, but not correctly in his surprise as Quince heard a monster's laugh. She saw him flinch in pain before steadying his hand and releasing an arrow.
“Mace.MACE WE HAVE TO MOVE-”
Quince couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to, remember what came next. Remember the taste of blood and iron in her mouth. Something found their hiding place.
Quince was older now, her lower jaw was scarred and made her smiles crooked, two fingers missing on her left hand. Behind her, Mace stood up. Half his face was burned with an eye forever closed, a reminder of something Quince didn’t want to remember. While all three made it out, having run away from an awful fate, the same could not be said about her other family. Namely her uncle, her oldest cousin Gladiolus, and her mother Orchid. Now, both half elf siblings carried bows like their family. But Quince now carried a sword like her father as well. Soon, she would face the monsters she dared not remember. She would get her payment in due time, for herself and for Mace
