FFWC Challenge #2

It's time for challenge #2! Way to go Team Fedora! Here are the prompts:

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A Brave Influence

"Owena, why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?" I whirled around to face my best friend. She raised her hands defensively.

"Now wait a minute. Why do you automatically assume that I did something?" I raised an eyebrow. Owena grinned. "Fine, you got me." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear anything about it.  

"I don't want to know." I stopped her from speaking. She playfully glared at me.

"Luna, you have absolutely no room to talk. Remember when you snuck up on that faerie, and glued her wings together?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're a bad influence." I accused. She snickered.

"Honestly, we've been friends for so long, I can't remember which one of us is the bad influence." She retorted. I shook my head. I couldn't help but agree.

"If my parents only knew who I spend my time with..." I started, but just shook my head, a small smile forming. Owena glanced in my direction, while attempting to inconspicuously snatch an apple from a nearby vendor. 

"Seriously, why do your parents care so much? Don't they have better things to do with their time? Like-" She paused, dodging an incoming carriage. "Like rule the kingdom?" I sighed.

"You would think that." I stared at my feet. "They don't seem to care about much else." Owena paused from eating her stolen apple to glance up at me, concern in her sparkling blue eyes.

"I know that tone of voice, Luna. What's wrong?" I gulped, fighting back the tears that threatened to appear.

"It's Fidelia, my sister. She-she has the plague." Owena stared at me in shock, unable to find her voice. However, that didn't last for long.

"There's a cure. I've heard people talking. The Lark Faeries-their magic is the most powerful. Rumor has it they can cure those with the plague." I shook my head.

"Even if they could, know one has seen one in this area of the kingdom for decades. Not since my father outlawed them."

"We could find them. I've heard there's some up north. In fact..." Owena's glimmer of adventure sparkled in her eyes. "We could go now! We have no time to lose!"

"Owena, don't be ridiculous, we can't-let go of me!" She had grabbed my arm, and was dragging me to a carriage. 

"How much is a ride to Alantiana?" She asked the obviously ill-tempered dwarf.

"Twenty drakens, plus two corens." The dwarf glared at us. I met Owena's eyes. The price was higher than she had been prepared for, and she was obviously unsure how to proceed. I wasn't certain either. I knew that this plan was ridiculous, but...I had to save my sister.

To be continued....

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Well then! I honestly didn't expect this to turn into something else, but I obviously got a bit carried away, and I couldn't go on, as the five minutes were up. I can't wait to write the next part! Also, I'm pretty bad at titles...as you can probably tell. For me, the writing is usually easy, as long as I'm writers block and brain fog free, that is. It's the title that always gets me XD. Go Team Fedora!

~L.Rose 

FFWC Challenge #1

Hi guys! I'm on Team Fedora on Anonymous A's writing camp, FFWC. This story I wrote was actually a bit difficult for me, as I usually stick to dramatic fantasy-type of writing (I mostly blame this on LOTR :) So, it probably isn't some of my best writing, but I'm pretty certain it isn't terrible, plus, it took me out of my comfort zone. And, of course, I just had to have brain fog today, so that isn't helping matters XD. But, anyway, I did have quite a bit of fun writing this. Here are the prompts:

The Unforgotten 

     Mayor Anna Casey sat at her desk, filing paperwork. She was quite frustrated. She had wanted to become the mayor to help people, but all she had been doing lately was signing her name on papers she didn't even bother reading. 

     "Mom!" Alaina, her ten year old daughter, raced in to her office. "It's your lunch break! You promised to take me out to eat today!" Alaina stared at her mother expectantly. Mayor Casey sighed for the second time.

     "So I did." She stood up. "Where do you have in mind?" 

     "What about McDonald's? You've never taken me there before. " Alaina asked excitedly, unaware of the effect this would have on her mother. Mayor Casey sucked in her breath. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the memories. It had happened at McDonald's, when she and her twin sister had been seven. That was the last she had seen her sister.

     "Mom?" Mayor Casey started. 

     "Sorry, Honey. McDonald's, you said?" She searched for an excuse. "McDonald's is certainly not the healthiest option-" She was abruptly cut off as Alaina threw herself on a chair. 

     "I'm going to die if I don't get to eat McDonald's." She declared dramatically. Mayor Casey rolled her eyes at Alaina's antics. 

"Wanting McDonald's is not a medical emergency." She informed her daughter.

"Please?" Alaina begged, still trying her best to act as dramatic as possible.

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"Mom, am I allowed to get a hamburger?" Mayor Casey bit her lip anxiously.

"Yes dear, that's fine." She answered, distracted. She took a deep breath. Anna, you're fine. Calm yourself. You're acting quite ridiculous. She reached into her purse to retrieve her credit card. 

"Drat. Alaina, could you please go fetch my credit card out of the car?" She tossed her daughter the keys.

"Yes Mom, will do." Alaina cheekily grinned at her mother, and then raced out to the car. Once her daughter left, Mayor Casey began to regret not going with her. She took a deep breath; again. Goodness, it had happened so long ago. Why couldn't she forget it?

"Mom." She glanced up to see her daughter's shocked face.

"Did you get my credit card?"

"You need to see this." Alaina raced out the door, Mayor Casey trying her best to keep up with her daughter's faster pace. Once outside, Alaina pointed to a homeless woman. Mayor Casey sighed impatiently.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's rude to point. Anyway, what's so special about a homeless person? She can go to the shelter if she needs help." She turned to go back inside, but then she caught sight of the woman's face. It was her face. Mayor Casey's eyes filled with tears. "Hannah." 

Writing Prompt from the Elven Realm of Writing

I had so much fun with this prompt! The prompt that the story is based off of is highlighted :)
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“Eowena, you must make your choice.” I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Neither choice had a positive outcome. If anything, both results for either choices would be distressing, to say the very least. I turned to face the enchanter.

“Do I have to choose now? Can’t it wait?” I pleaded with him, my eyes sparkling with tears. I brush them away, irritated with myself. I wasn’t suppose to cry. I promised them. I would stay strong for my people. The enchanter’s eyes softened, but he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, my child, but this choice cannot wait. You knew the consequences. You were aware of the risks involved.” I nodded. Me, or my people. I peered down the mountain, my people looking up at me, anxiously awaiting my decision. They would understand, I told myself, but deep down, I knew what I had to do. I turned back to face the enchanter. I spoke two words.

“I’m ready.” He nodded.

“Peace be with you, my child.” He backed away, leaving me space. Space to do what was required. However, I was still hesitant.

The clouds swirled around me as I stood on top of the mountain. Everyone at the bottom stared intently at me. I looked at the sky one last time, and made my choice. I would save my people. I gave the enchanter one last farewell glance. This was mostly his fault, of course, but it was much to late to blame him now. I closed my eyes, and took the leap. The wind rushed in my ears as I grew closer to the ground. However, I did not reach it. Just as it seemed as I was about to hit the earth, I changed direction, flying upward, the wind blowing my golden locks behind me. I soared up to the heavens. And I kept going.

Finally, I was there. A bright shining light, and the process was complete. I was a bright light that shone in the darkness. A star.

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It's a bit short, but I had quite a bit of fun writing it.

~L.Rose

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