One of the funny things about dying is that people do it every day, but don’t really think about it. Does the porter dress for work, expecting to be crushed that afternoon under a slipped crate? Is the milkmaid anticipating she’ll be kicked in the head by a moody cow and spend three days unconscious before the swelling in her skull finally proves fatal?
For many years, Cyril was prepared to accept his likely fate. Part and parcel for those who worked as mercenaries. If anything, he’d lived longer than he should have. But he’d always had confidence in his magical healing to see him through the day-to-day threats most swords for hire faced. It was only when that power was beyond his reach that he found cause to worry. And the more it slipped away, threatening to be the thing that did him in, the worse the worrying got.
The other funny thing about dying is that no matter how a person prepares, knowing it’ll one day come, it doesn’t change the terror of staring at death in the mirror. When faced with the knowledge that their days are numbered, most people start to live like they’ve never lived before. They drink like there’s no reason to face the day sober. They **** their friends’ wives, maybe welcoming the possibility of a quick death by a friendly blade. Cyril had seen it plenty, before campaigns, before boarding the ships that would be half empty when they returned home.
Even the downtrodden and destitute, or the lost souls who had nothing left to live for felt it. Cyril felt it. And he had as little reason to live as anyone.
An idyllic lake in a pleasant hill region might look a paradise to the untrained eye. Fog rising in the brisk autumn air, blanketing the quaint town in a dreamy haze. But for Cyril, it was far from a welcome homecoming.
When he last left Mist, he had a girl he loved, a baby daughter he cherished, and a free spirit that belonged only to him. Returning, after so many years away, brought a flood of memories back, both good and bad. Mostly bad, reminding him just how little he had to live for.
I was out of town all day yesterday and only got 114 words written. Now I'm 3K below par. :/
On the upside, yesterday was an early birthday celebration for me, and now I have two new books! The Last Unicorn and Tales from the Perilous Realm. <3
I love The Last Unicorn! Is this a new read for you? You're going to loooove it.
“How is your new ship coming along, Lion?” Strange asked.
“Almost done.”
“And what are you naming her?”
“I haven’t decided.”
“Well,” Strange mused. “You already have The Lady of Pleasure, and The Lady of Grace. Perhaps The Lady of Eternal Beauty?” He smiled and winked at Raisa.
She bowed her head, pretending to blush.
“Oh, come now,” Strange said, smirking. “You haven’t aged a day since I met you.”
It was true. She thanked her cosmetics and counted herself fortunate to have retained her youth in a business that tended to prematurely age people–thirty-year olds looking forty, rather than the other way around. Axe, Jackal, and Lion had deep lines etched into their brows and around their eyes from long nights of boozing and gambling.
“No,” Lion said. “She has two named after her already. This one I’ll name after me.”
“What?” Jackal said, choosing that moment to prove how much the Elixir had taken effect. “The Portly of Call?” He guffawed.
It was sad, really.
Lion spun on him. “At least I’m not naming it after you. I’d have to call it Lacking Laughs.”
Strange choked on his wine.
Today's total is 2,077 pushing me to 35k. I'm so far away from my 75k goal though but hey, better than nothing. First kiss scene: Ludmila's love interest, Sergei, flies her on his magical horse to the top of a ridge, where they spend some time bonding and overlooking the ocean. Lucky for me, this is one of my favorite views in all the world. One of our frequent climbs is a ridge directly behind our house, about a 2 hr hike, and it's majestic in beauty. There are several other ridges in the Alaska chain that connect to this one and it overlooks the valley where we live, the city, the marshes and ocean. I love being able to use my hikes in my stories.