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Ripples spread across the surface
of the lake, drawing nearer as she watched from the shore. She absentmindedly
reached for another stone, but this time, instead of throwing it, she got lost
in thought, rubbing her thumb over the smooth top.
Why
has my real father never given me his name? Why has he hidden me away? she
wondered. Is there something wrong with
me? That must be it. Maybe he wanted a boy.
She felt something wet run down her
cheek. Tears. She choked back a sob. Did he cry when he handed me to Uncle
Drinias? Or was his heart glad he was finally rid of me? Another tear
rolled down her cheek and dripped onto the stone she held. Maybe he- a gasp leapt from her and she looked down.
Her rock was glowing! She held it
up to her face. Was it just the sun reflecting off of it?
The glow grew stronger. It held a
faint purple tint to it. It began to feel warm in her hands. Her eyes widened
with wonder.
“What in all the lands?” she
murmured, her eyes mesmerized by the strangeness of it. A soft humming music
drifted towards her, like a signal sent by a lighthouse. Could it be the stone?
Had she been able to think clearly,
she would have set the stone down, but… there was something about it that
captivated her very soul. She couldn’t even tear her eyes from it.
It
feels so good in my hands. So right.
The small
rock hummed again, and she sensed that it, too, was happy. Its glow brightened,
the reflection of the light dancing across the skin of my hands and arms.
Such an extremely satisfying freewrite, I wouldn't have guessed that it took you only 5-ish minutes! x) I'm so very glad you took the time. =')
ReplyDeleteAh! So stark, so painful, the cry of every little girl's heart... just so much stronger. So clear, so painfully obvious and desperate. Does she matter? Does her daddy love her? It's just so tender, so... well... to see her longing, yearning... it's so sweet, so bittersweet. I love how she imagines her dad crying as he hands her off. ='] It just... well... if it broke his heart to give her away, then everything would be okay. Because she was his treasure, she was his lovely treasure. If it pained him to be away from her... ah. x) Of course, that's her optimistic side. Then there's the possibility that something was just wrong with her. He'd wanted a boy. Or she just wasn't good enough, or what have you. Which was it!!? What is her place in this world? Oh, the emotion is so strong! And then - what have we? The rock which glows? It feels so /right/... it comforts her, it warms her, it seems almost to soothe her vey soul. I love how you described that, "there was something about it that captivated her very soul." Ahh... x) It's tempered by the fact that she would have set it down if she'd been thinking clearly... but of course what does that really matter? Everything else points to this rock being a good thing, a healthy thing, a /right/ thing, a lovely thing. I love how it glows, how it hums, how it draws her to it; almost as if in an embrace. And the mystery of it! What is this rock? Is it alive? Is it merely personification to describe the glowing rock as happy, or is it literal? Does even the character know? And... if it is alive, is it the rock /itself/? Like... for lack of a better comparison, like an ovulum? Or is it but a device of communication... like a palantÃr? And if so, /who/ is sending this comfort to her? Ah... x) It seems like the start of a great journey. A journey which will lead her to her identity, her past, her future... her father. I love this freewrite so much, Bree! ^_^ I can't help but imagine that he's an /amazing/ father, even know fighting to bring safety and peace so that he might take her back.