I have a 17 year old daughter who loves to write. The gift of narrative and fiction flows through her like the Platte River next door. Because she is young and writing comes easy to her she trivializes her own work and figures anyone can do it. Honestly, I make more corrections than she does.
Nonetheless, she gave me permission to post a small chunk of fantasy fiction that she’s been working on. I think she’s amazing for such a young girl, then again I’m her mother, I’m bias.
Trudeo and I walked down the dark damp cobblestone road, it was dimly lit by the occasional lamp. I peeked down at Trudeo who walked strong next to me, his head high. I couldn’t help but smile at him; we made a good team him and I.
Trudeo was a Wolf, black as night with piercing blue eyes. He was harmless towards me but deadly to others. He was my Dwindle, which from what Trudeo explained to me is more of a guardian. Each child is given one by the Chanlen that delivers them.
Chanlen are a type of Shaman that help mothers through pregnancy making sure there are no complications. When the baby is born the Chanlen look into the babies eyes to see their future and give them the Dwindle that is best suited for the life ahead of them. Since I ended up with a huge black Wolf and others had small mice, I came to the conclusion that my future would be a horrible thing.
Trudeo and I were more connected than most humans and Dwindle’s, Trudeo could hear my thoughts. I couldn’t hear his which was annoying at times but being the silly human girl Trudeo thinks I am, he often drowns out the mumble in my mind.
“You’re going to have to find someone Celene, if you’re going to sleep in an Inn tonight. The streets are beginning to look bare,” he grumbled.
“I know Tru, I will find someone,” I said, sounding more hopeful than I felt.
An elderly man walked out of a pub a few feet ahead of us. My heart sank knowing what I had to do. He stopped to put on his black gloves and scarf and then began walking, I sighed.
“There,” Trudeo whispered.
I’ll type more in later….