This is serious. I love Camp NaNoWriMo. I love all the writing that I’m doing, and as this is the first novel that I have gone into with a plan, I love planning. One thing that I have noticed recently is that I LOVE all the writing that I’m doing. Before six in the morning, I’ve usually written 1,500 or more words on my novel. That’s pretty serious. I love it so much, it’s time for another excerpt from the novel. This is the scene where the first new character in Faryndale is introduced.
“Well, look who the cat dragged in,” a deep voice from the shadows of the house said. There were no lights on in the house and the dark and foggy outside seemed to be seeping from the windows of the house.
“You knew I’d come back eventually. I just didn’t quite expect it to happen so soon,” August replied.
“Who’s that you have with you? Human, eh?” the other fairy said. “And your clothes are ridiculous. What is this? Looks horrible.” He spoke all in a rush, as if words were always trying to escape his lips and he was always one step behind catching them.
“This is my friend Jayne. She has been dragged into this by accident,” August said, pointing at Jayne.
The fairy took a step back and bowed to Jayne. He wore green leaves that were long with dark red veins for clothes, with a brown vine as a belt. He wore no shoes and his hair was the bright green of his clothes. It looked like it grew out of his head that way, like leaves sprouting from a plant in tufts.
Jayne smiled at his very formal greeting and stuck out her hand to shake his. He looked at her funny and Jayne glanced at August. “I take it hand shaking is purely a human thing?” she asked him.
“Yep, just a human thing.”
“Sorry,” she said to the stranger. He blushed, his skin turning a little purple in the darkness and asked them both inside. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Jayne said as she crossed over the threshold, August walking silently behind her. August laughed out loud as soon as she asked, and she elbowed him.
“My name. My name. That’s an interesting question. Names have power you know? But, for the purposes of having something to call me, I go by Canyon.” Canyon motioned for them to sit and he went to get them something to drink. When he brought it back in tiny cups shaped like flower petals, Jayne smelled the liquid.
When she was younger, her mother had given her a book filled with fairy tales. In one of the stories, a young girl drinks what the fairies offer to her. The drink is too much for her, and she dances because she can’t stop. The girl dies from exhaustion because she can’t stop dancing with the fairies.
“It’s safe,” Canyon said. “It’s just water for you, I’m afraid.”
“Water is fine. Thank you,” Jayne responded. Her eyes were heavy and her mind was filled with all the days events.Sitting down felt so good, but she knew she needed to stay awake. August didn’t even appear tired at all, but the closer that she inspected him, the more that she noticed.
The mask around his eyes had grown darker, his skin blending in with the night that wrapped them all in a blanket. The last visible skin that hadn’t turned the dark navy blue of the Dark fairies was his neck, but blue was reaching up his chest and reaching down from his face. He didn’t look like the same person from this morning.
“So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? You know you won’t be safe anywhere, especially not right now,” Canyon said, taking a sip of his drink before standing up and stretching his back. He lit a candle in the corner and Jayne noticed that his long limbs were sinewy with muscle and his eyes were such a dark green that they were almost black.
“What do you mean I won’t be safe anywhere right now?” August asked him, concern creasing the corners of his eyes as he frowned at Canyon.
“You don’t know, do you?” Canyon asked. He stood up and started walking around the room.
“Of course I don’t know, or I wouldn’t be asking. I haven’t been here, you know this,” August responded, his frustration boiling up inside of him.
Jayne was watching and listening, but she could feel her eyelids getting heavier and heavier as she listened to them talking.
Canyon stopped pacing the room and walked closer to August. He towered over August’s smaller frame and said, “Someone stole the treaty.”
August’s eyes were a mask of uncertainty. He stared back at Canyon, as if they were communicating telepathically, then he said, “Has it started?”
“Has what started?” Jayne asked from her corner where she leaned back against the walls, her head held up in the corner.
“The war, of course,” Canyon said, his eyes never leaving August’s.
“Do you know who stole it?” August asked Canyon.
“No, of course not. Whoever did it is keeping pretty quiet right now. The war just started a couple of weeks ago. It’s a blame game right now. The Seelie Court blames the Unseelie Court and vice versa. No one really knows who stole it, but we all knew it was bound to happen eventually. Not the stealing, but the fighting,” he added, looking in Jayne’s direction.
“How’d you end up back here, anyways?”
“That’s an interesting story. I still haven’t quite figured it out. I was fine, hiding out in the human world, when out of nowhere this Dark fairy named Raegan shows up. He keeps telling me I have to go home, and I’m of course fighting it. Anyways, he wants to meet me to talk about it and forced me into a room that was obviously a portal. Jayne got thrown into the mix as well.”
“So, someone here wanted you back bad enough to send someone looking for you. You think it was your father?” Canyon asked August.
“God, I hope not. That’s the last person I feel like dealing with. Anyways, I tried to go straight back to the human world, but the portal was down. It was almost like it opened long enough to send me through, then closed down again.”
“Portals have been going out left and right. You can’t even cross over at the ones that are open, even if you have the right documentation. It’s like they’re closing down the barriers.”
“It’s funny,” August said, lifting his head from his hands where he had been resting it, “but I thought it was weird when no one showed up to guard the portal after I came through. It’s either because no one expected that one to be working, or because someone knew I was coming through and kept that portal blocked.”
Canyon looked thoughtful. “I don’t have any answers for you. I barely keep up with what’s going on.”
Canyon and August continued talking well into the night, their voices becoming a melodic murmur as Jayne slept, head resting in the corner. At some point in the night, August woke her up and took her to a bedroom that was on the backside of the house. In her hazy sleep, she forgot to be scared of venturing out past the ledge.
Hope you enjoyed! You’ll get more next Friday!