I know this entry is a little longer than usual and even features a sketch of the main character. So, let me explain 🙂 . Last week I dug up an old drawing of a character I created two years ago. However, even though I created the character, I could not find her story. When I found her last week, I felt I should give her life – even if it was just a short scene. I’m hoping that she will, one day, become the main character of a WIP, but no promises. I currently have three other writing projects fighting for my attention.
My entry: Lord Percival sat down to his feast as two young slaves placed his plate and poured his drink. He took one of the girl’s wrists, raising her hand to his lips and kissing her palm. The slave lowered her head as her eyes filled with disgust. She pulled back and walked to her post.
Lord Percival smiled. He threw back his black cape and reached for the roasted goose. A blood-red diamond tipped arrow sunk itself through the bird, cracking the plate and securing itself into the oak table.
“What the?” Lord Percival shot from his seat. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s a message,” called a beautiful voice.
Lord Percival gazed up at the beams across the ceiling. Hawk sat above, her leg dangling over the edge. Her hair was pinned up in a bun by two daggers with blood-red diamond blades. She took a bit of an apple, the red skin paled against her lips. She tossed the fruit to the stone floor.
“The people demand that you renounce the throne and put an end to your tyranny,” she continued.
“You! You are the one who has been attacking my guards and stealing my money!”
Hawk’s lips curled into a smile. She slid off the beam and landed gracefully onto the table. She wrapped her bow over her shoulder.
She strolled to the arrow, “The money belongs to the people and this land belongs to your predecessor. The one you accused of murder.”
Hawk pulled the arrow from the table and through the bird’s cooked flesh.
She kicked Lord Percival in the jaw, forcing him back into his chair. He tumbled to the floor. The servant girls gasped as they watched. Hawk sunk the heel of her boot into the Lord’s shoulder.
“What do you say, me lord? Exile or execution?”
Hawk placed the tip of her arrow under his chin, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I will never surrender my throne! Not to that brat of a prince! And not to a wench such as yourself!”
Hawk knelt in closer, almost grinning to herself, “Good. It’s so much more fun this way.”
Two guards burst through the door. Hawk stood up.
“Kill her! KILL HER!”
Hawk kicked Lord Percival in the face and jumped back. The guards raised their crossbows. She pulled her daggers from her hair and set them fly through the air. They found their targets in the guards’ throats. Hawk stepped backwards, keeping her back to the wall as more guards raced into the dining hall. She glanced sideways and followed a rope to the chandelier over head. She grasped the rope and sliced it with the tip of an arrow.
The chandelier crashed onto the table, scattering crystals across the floor. Hawk was thrown into the air. She twisted around as she swung across the room, letting her back become a shield as she crashed through a stain glass window. She released the rope and plunged into the moat below.