Over the last few days I’ve been toying with the idea of posting a story on this blog a chapter at a time – maybe twice a week. The story is called Serasi. It’s YA, set in medieval times (if I remember correctly). It’s unfinished, but I know where the story is going. Today I wanted to post the prologue to see whether people would want to read more. I’ll admit that the chapters following the prologue are sometimes quite short (one of them is only 100 odd words), so it wouldn’t take you long to read the posts each time. But enough of my rambling, I’ll try to let the story speak for itself as I’m clearly doing a rubbish job of selling it here.
Lightning ripped across the sky above them. Rain crashed to the ground, turning the once green landscape into a slur of browns. A flash illuminated the sky, brightening the darkness for a brief moment. In an old elm tree atop a hill sat two small children, perched on a branch in the heart of the tree, hands clasped together as they watched the rain tumble from the sky.
Golden curls cascaded over the shoulders of the child to the right, his emerald eyes gleaming with each flash. A seriousness was set on his face, hardening his soft features. He watched as the lightning danced across the sky before them, his expression never changing. The girl beside him sat with her mouth agape in silent wonder. Old tears glistened in her dark, amber eyes. Her long velvet locks flowed over her shoulders, surrounding her pretty face. Her features were more striking than those of her companion.
Though the rain had soaked them to the bone, neither moved. Another flash crossed the sky, swiftly followed by a rumble of thunder. The boy turned to his friend, studying her for a moment. Her eyes were fixated on an area in front of them. In the distance a haze of red broke the darkness. The boy felt the girl’s grip on his hand tighten. The haze was above her home. The once small town was now ablaze. They watched as a thin, bright orange cloud rose and faded into the rest of the haze.
They had been playing in those streets but an hour before—there were no streets to play in now. The boy had dragged the little girl out of the town at the first sight of a blue hood—he had known what was going to happen, had known what the men were planning to do. He had gone to save his friend from the rest of the town’s fate.
A smooth voice called from below them, startling them. The children looked down to see a man standing at the base of the tree, clothed in black, a large hood hiding his face.
“Lorias!” he called again.
The boy glanced at the girl, let his hand slip from hers. She searched his face as confusion washed over her own. The hooded man held out a hand for Lorias to take as he left the girl’s side. She watched as the hooded man pulled the boy towards a carriage—an imposing structure with intricate designs that she had always thought pretty before. Two men appeared at the base of the tree, staring up at her. She noticed another carriage, considerably more plain than the first, sitting behind the men. One of them climbed the trunk, reaching out to grab her. She screamed, climbing further out of his reach.
“Lor!” she called, clinging to the tree as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Lor!”
Lorias turned back as he was pushed towards the carriage. He tried to run to her, to help her.
“Felice!” he cried out as one of the men grabbed her ankle and pulled her out of the tree, throwing her down to the other man.
The hooded man forced Lorias inside the carriage, making him sit on the cold bench within. The man sat beside him, closing the door behind them. Lorias banged a pale fist against the window as the carriage began to move. He pressed his face against the glass, watching as Felice disappeared from his sight as the two men pushed her into a carriage of her own.
“Lorias,” the hooded man tried to get his attention. “Lorias, look at me.” He pulled down his hood, revealing his short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. “Son,” he said, softly this time.
“Why?” Lorias demanded, sitting back. He stared defiantly into his father’s eyes, tears threatening his own. “Why her?”
“You know why,” his father replied.
Lorias didn’t reply, he merely fixed his gaze out the window. His father sighed.
“You’ll understand one day, son,” he said.
Tears escaped from the small boy’s eyes, making tracks down his cheeks. Felice’s screams still echoing in his mind.