Camp NaNoWriMo, July, Day Nine: ExcerptGulping, I drop to my knees, clutching my hands in fists. Fear is sinking in, deep fear, the kind that won't resolve itself, the kind that will only get worse till I can be warm in safe in somebody's arms. Rayon, I think. Rayon, I want. Rayon. I lift my hands to my chain and close my eyes, swaying back and forth. I wish I had never taken out my sword, never let myself see my surroundings. And I'm to die here too, I'm sure of it. I have to wonder where it is, though I don't want to know. I barely peek again, stare for a moment, then quickly make my sword go dark, leaving just the speck of light far off to my left. I watch it instead, imagining it is the first star in a sky that will soon fill with many more. Slowly, I open my mouth. Quietly, I start to sing. The words are foreign, a song my mother used to sing to me as she rocked me to sleep, a song I never knew what meant, but it pushed my fears off my shoulders. I can hear her voice in my own, gently erasing the tremble of my whispere
Camp NaNoWriMo, July, Day Eight: ExcerptThe cloth above the door moves aside and a bell rings as the man I tried to talk to earlier walks in. He removes the cloth around his face and I see a scruffy beard beneath.
I shudder slightly as he looks around and I instinctively scoot my chair closer to Sheild's.
He huffs quietly, "Don't do anything stupid, Mortal."
I flinch, glancing at him momentarily, "Is he... following us..?"
"Is he going to kill me?"
"No, no one's killing anyone in my inn."
The woman's returned, a tray of food in her arms. She hands me a plate of bread slices, covered in cream, and I recognize it as the same stuff that Liche gave me the first time. I twitch slightly and she glances at me, "Something wrong?"
I bite my lip and pull the plate to me slowly, picking up one of the slices, "N-no... it's fine..."
She rolls her eyes and hands me a cup of water, pulling up a chair and sitting between Shield and me, "So, how'd you two meet?"
"He kidnapped me." I say blankly and he grunts.
Camp NoNoWriMo, July, Day Seven: ExcerptIt is silent between us, and I'm thankful for that, but she doesn't seem to like the silence much, opening her mouth in only a few minuets, "What? Did something traumatic happen to you as a child?! Were you tortured?! Starved?! Neglected?!"
I grunt, "No."
"Well then, what is it?!
"It's not nothing! It has to me something!"
"It's nothing." I assure her, but she won't believe me.
"Maybe when you were an infant you were dropped on your head!"
"Kicked in the head?!"
"Thrown into a ceiling fan?!"
"Do you have brain damage?!"
I groan and stop, "Shut up."
She scowls, "No! I want to know why you're so... eh..."
I roll my eyes and start moving again, "I'm not eh. I don't know what eh is."
She growls in frustration, "You know what I mean!"
"No, Mortal, I don't."
She practically screams, her fists trembling at her side, "THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU!"
Camp NaNoWriMo, July, Day Five: Excerpt A shadow lays before me, a shadow that is not my own. It whispers to me, "Saami..."
I frown, "Why..?" I mumble, "Why me?"
"You... are... different... Broken... It... was... easy..."
"Saami... accept... it... It... doesn't... matter... You... are... just... a... mortal... Death... will... come... no... matter... what..."
I shudder, "But I don't want it to come."
"It... will... come... You... are... broken..."
I bite my lip slightly, looking off to the side, away from the shadow, "I don't want to die."
"Why..?" the shadow asks, "It... won't... hurt..."
"It will!" I insist and it shakes its head.
"Death... won't... hurt..."
"But what if it does?!"
"It... won't... hurt... for... long..."
"I don't want it to hurt at all! I don't want to die!"
"Why..?" It asks again.
"Because... is... not... an... answer..."
"Because I want to live!"
"There... is... no... point... to... life... Not... for... a... mortal... like... yourself..."
"There is a point!"
"What... is... t