Mini NaNo, week 4
Fuck this moving business. I didn't write anything at all two days this week, but enough the other days to land on 910 words. Yeah, this is why I don't do a full-sized NaNo.
This is a little bit from Kemar's childhood; he's maybe six or so here.
Pretty much no break for this guy.
Kemar's father was Wandering Thorn. When the Empire first took their heartlands, he gathered Kemar into his arms and said, "My little cloud, some things cannot be walked away from. Some things must be fought for. I want you to be free, and happy." And he kissed Kemar on the forehead, one last time.
Kemar's father could send a bolt of lightning that lit up the night and shook the bones of anyone who saw it. He killed two handfuls of Empire soldiers and wounded many more before they shot him.
Kemar's father had taught him to dance like the Jackal, like the trickster-hero who brought fire for his people and taught them to laugh and fight. When they laid his father out for the Sun, Kemar could not sing, but in the night he stomped out a dance of snapping teeth and swinging tail, until his mother came and carried him into her tent, ignoring his screams.
Kemar's father was Wandering Thorn. Kemar's mother grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "You are Free Wind, my shading branch. You walk, you do not fight. You live." But when she died, Kemar could not walk. And some things had to be fought for.
This is a little bit from Kemar's childhood; he's maybe six or so here.
Pretty much no break for this guy.
Kemar's father was Wandering Thorn. When the Empire first took their heartlands, he gathered Kemar into his arms and said, "My little cloud, some things cannot be walked away from. Some things must be fought for. I want you to be free, and happy." And he kissed Kemar on the forehead, one last time.
Kemar's father could send a bolt of lightning that lit up the night and shook the bones of anyone who saw it. He killed two handfuls of Empire soldiers and wounded many more before they shot him.
Kemar's father had taught him to dance like the Jackal, like the trickster-hero who brought fire for his people and taught them to laugh and fight. When they laid his father out for the Sun, Kemar could not sing, but in the night he stomped out a dance of snapping teeth and swinging tail, until his mother came and carried him into her tent, ignoring his screams.
Kemar's father was Wandering Thorn. Kemar's mother grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "You are Free Wind, my shading branch. You walk, you do not fight. You live." But when she died, Kemar could not walk. And some things had to be fought for.