Kim Knox had a great idea for a time-filler. I spend a few days a week away from my office and voice recognition software doesn’t work so well around a crowd of children…nor does laying out a thousand pages of notes in front of me while working. Kim uses the Seventh Sanctum writing prompts to get her imagination going. Here are mine:
The theme of this story: humorous adventure. The main character: weak student. The start of the story: funeral. The end of the story: crime. (I’ll see how I can do with this humorous adventure thing)
It’s not supposed to be raining, Gwen. The exasperated thought hit me like a caress of soft leather. My master, Caid.
I know. I know. I scrambled to adjust the weather patterns but my powers chose that moment to fizzle to nothing. Again. “Hell and fire.” I drew the powers of the earth through my soles and let it lodge in my gut in that swirling mass of what others called, euphoria, and I called indigestion. The uncomfortable pressure built until I could feel it leaking through my focus.
Gwen, rein it in. Even in thoughtspeak the man’s voice reminded me of whisky, straight. The Divine Mayor wanted a fine mist at her funeral, not a flood!
I tried. By the Dragon, I tried. Was it my fault I was a conduit for lightening? Who knew?
Raging heat exploded around me and my scream echoed in my head long after I lost the ability to speak. My hair stood on end and the zing of electricity amplified the pain until I knew it would destroy me. Some deep instinct I had never known existed pushed me to find an outlet, a target for the unnatural bolt of lightening. I saw bright metal and squeezed my eyes shut, sending it in a hot arc. I sagged with relief and tears blended with the rain fall on my heated cheeks. I heard screams and cries but my mind was a fog. Darkness threatened to drag me down but the fury of my master whirled in my mind. He pulled me against him and I tasted the raw power of his magic explode around us.
“Well, that’s not exactly what I expected.” Something in the depths of his silver eyes flickered and I had no idea why it made me shiver to my very soul. “I guess it’s time to run for our lives Gwendolyn of the Riverfolk.”
And that’s how I found myself racing down the soaked streets with my master’s iron grip on my wrist and entrapment curses flinging behind us.
“What happened?” I gasped for air every step of the way. A weather witch wasn’t exactly a physically intensive job.
“You just burned the Divine Mayor’s coffin. It was an amazing sight…”