Reslogging the write … er… Rewriting the slog and a New #FlashForFriday

Good Evening lovely readers 🙂

I’m writing, I promise I’m writing. I just have a teething baby, several different musical mobiles going at once and a 6 foot 2 extremely sexy distraction to contend with but I AM writing lol 🙂 I have only two chapters left of my novel to rewrite and then I will just spend the rest of the time going over it and then going over it and then going over it again 🙂 Roll on the end of May and sending this baby off to my editor. I’m so excited so back to the novel I go but I leave you with a new flash fiction piece set in the Worlds of my novel. Please enjoy 🙂 (other flash fiction pieces can be read here)

The Price of Freedom

Lucian placed one foot on the cold hard marble of the temple floor. He knew she would never forgive him for leaving her chamber during the night but if he were to escape his father’s grasp it had to be tonight. His father was off planning his next attack on the Life bearers and thankfully he would not be near enough to sense the power surge of his spell. He could never understand why the War rooms were situated outside of the palace; for the Lady’s sake, they weren’t even situated within the city. It seemed a foolish and weak manouver to him, essentially leaving the palace unprotected despite the few guards milling around. He shook his head.

He moved to leave the bed itself and felt a strange pull on his cursed emotions. Occasionally he wished he were heartless as his father was. He looked back at the prone form shrouded in black lace and silver trim. He did not truly love Illaria; she was a crass shrew of a woman with too much insight and belief in her own power. She may be the high priestess of the Seers but she had not a shade of his mothers power.

Thinking of his mother always brought a black sadness to his heart. She had died far before her time and despite his fathers official declaration of her Death at the hands of assassins, he knew the truth. He knew his father had murdered her because of her attempts to protect Lucian. She did not want him to become like his father and she had paid the ultimate price. Well he would fulfil her wishes tonight, of that he was certain.

He caressed Illaria’s cheek once more. They had shared many years of passion and in a way he would miss her but he would not let that stop him; in truth it would not plague him for long. He placed his other foot on the floor, stood and quickly dressed in his armour. He reached for his silver sword and gun, the gun given to him by his wonderful grandfather, and took one last look around the room. He felt a sense of homesickness already but he knew what had to be done. He could not let his loneliness stop him this time. As he was leaving he came across the portrait of him and his mother. He had to smile at that. She always had worn such a happy temperament in life even though she balked at her destiny. He caressed the name plate underneath and ran his finger along the letters; Queen Aria and Prince Lucian. A tear slid down his cheek,

“Goodbye Mother.”

Lucian left the temple in the cloak of darkness. It was only a short walk to the palace and Lucian raced to perform one last feat for his people before he left. The streets were empty apart from the Nightstalkers and the guard at each intersection. He walked with confidence and grace as was expected of someone of his station. He was the Crown Prince for all intents and purposes and no one had any reason to suspect his plans just yet. Each guard nodded at him, each Nightstalker saluted and even the rare Lady smiled his way. He loathed all of them. He hurried on to the gates of the palace hiding his disgust from view.

His passage to the throne room was simple; the Crown Prince was merely going to check the state of affairs within the kingdom. He projected the air of authority even if he did not feel it. He had one thing to do before he left forever; one thing to ensure that his father’s state of power was broken. He pushed through the great doors and approached the throne quickly. He knew his father was miles away but part of him still feared him knowing. Hanging from one arm of the throne was the royal pendant. He could not understand why his father left it here but he would not moan on such fortune. He grabbed it quickly and placed it around his own neck. Not only would it enhance his own power but he felt that he HAD to take it, he would need it he was sure. Not only that but his father was near invincible with his own power, the power of the throne, the power of the crown AND the power of the pendant. At least this way he would be weakened.

Lucian turned quickly to ensure that no one had noticed him. He took one last longing look around the room; he had grown up here, this was all he knew. He smiled sadly and took the idonbark from his pocket. He would use this as the catalyst for his spell, it did not work as well as tearcrystal but he was in a rush.

“Spirits of the realms above,

on waning wind and searing flame.”

Lucian was stopped mid spell. A heat had started to gather on his chest where the crystal of the pendant fell. A bright black light began to shine and he merely thought of the portal he needed. He was a little taken aback; he hadn’t expected the pendant to work so well so soon. As he had begun to chant he had waved the idonbark much as the conductors of mortal orchestras do. He had felt silly so he was extremely glad his power had taken over. A doorway of black flame swiftly opened in front of him. He took one last look at the throne room, took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. His surroundings went from silver tinged marble to murky towering constructs of metal. He seemed to be in some sort of alley with smoke and puddles adorning most surfaces. There were loud waling noises and bright lights and Death everywhere. He truly was in the mortal realm now. He turned to the portal and moved to wipe it from existence before his father found hm. He would never see his home again…

 

It’s a bit rushed and not very full of action but I hope you enjoyed. It sets the scene for one of the characters from my novel and the hardships he has already gone through. I will be improving this post as time goes on (and when I’m not so tired to own the truth.) Thank you 🙂

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