I've decided to participate in the Five Enchanted Roses contest. I love Beauty and the Beast, so... Anyway, I've been working on a plot for my story. I have no name yet, but here is a little bit of what is to come...
Grace shoved her way through the briars scratching at her
arms. The sounds of the forest surrounded her, making her push faster. How
foolish. She shouldn’t have thought she could go into the forest alone after
dark no matter the circumstances. She wished one of her sisters had come with
her, or that she hadn’t shattered her lantern at the sound of a wolf’s howl.
“Father!” she
called, breaking through the briars. She looked around, paling. He was nowhere
in sight. She gathered her cloak close around her and went over her options.
She could push on, or head back home, and hope her father was home in the
morning.
With dread
coiling in her stomach, she continued walking. “Father!”
What would
Dreslot do without its most prestigious citizen?
As she passed a
stand of oaks, a most peculiar feeling washed over her. She yawned. Perhaps she
should rest. The trees looked safe enough. She could climb one and nap in a
branch. Nobody would see the unladylike act.
Feeling heavier
by the second she found a toehold in the first oak, and began to climb, her
tunic rubbing against her leggings. At last she reached a high enough branch,
eyes drooping, and settled herself against the trunk.
*****
Swaying like
the rocking of a baby’s cradle. Grace
cracked her eyelids. Was the tree… moving?
“Is it dead?”
The gruff voice came from below her.
“Naw. Just
sleeping.”
“Well, wake it
up!” Came the impatient command.
Grace closed
her eyes tighter. She didn’t know the intentions of these men, and it was
always best to pretend unconsciousness in strange situations.
Her body
lurched in protest when icy liquid assaulted her. She screeched, sitting up and
banging her head against a higher limb.
“Don’t move!”