Hey everybody! So I'm finally back with another post. And, surprise surprise, I have started yet another story! It's called "Urbem Fallax" (I'll let you figure out what that means ;) ), and though I haven't written much for it yet, I think I have somewhat of an idea of where it's going so, hooray! I might actually finish this one! Of course, that's what I say about all my new stories...
Either way, here's an excerpt from Chapter One:
When I awoke, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was darkness. I was perplexed; why was it dark? Whenever I wake up, it is light. In fact that is exactly why I wake up. I always sleep through the entire night, and when the sun rises, I rise along with it.
I sat up slowly, as though if I did the reason for waking up would manifest itself to me. I looked around the shadowy house and could barely make out the figures of my parents – asleep, in the bed across the room. The silence was deafening and I, though I have no need to be, was terrified.
I’ll admit it: I’m afraid of the dark. That’s another reason why I always sleep through the night. If I ever wake up before dawn, I get a horrible, prickly, hair-standing-up-on-the-back-of-my-neck, feeling that someone else is in the house that shouldn’t be there.
I settled back down under my thin covers, pulling them up so my entire head was hidden beneath them. I’m too old for this senseless fear -- at sixteen I’m practically an adult – but I still couldn’t shake the vulnerable feeling. I closed my eyes and tried to push the emotion away by taking deep, slow breaths. I wanted to jump out of bed and run outside, the moon casts enough light to see by out there, but I didn’t. Instead, I waited vainly for sleep to return.
After ten minutes, it was clear that I was no longer tired, so I pushed myself into a sitting position once again. As I did, I heard something crinkle under my hand. I looked down and, visible by a sheath of moonlight coming through the small window above me, I spotted a small, neatly folded slip of paper with a crease running down the middle from where my hand had crushed it accidentally.
I unfolded it and held it up close to my face to make out the words.
You are in danger. Leave soon.
I felt my stomach drop. What did that mean? And how did it get here? I dove under the covers once again. So someone was here, that’s why I woke up. I closed my eyes and tried to sort out the meaning of the message. Danger…why would I be in danger? I’ve never done anything questionable to my knowledge. Maybe it was a jest, but who would think it funny enough to sneak into somebody’s house in the early hours of the morning to plant a fake threat? And, more importantly, why would they do it to me?
The words of the strange note seemed to be burned into my eyelids; I watched them swim around in front of me until I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Quote of the Day:
"She had, of course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe."
-The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe