Author’s Ramblings: I think it’s too soon after I watched that 3Musketeers movie. Not at all the way I remember it being–too much exaggerated drama–but still an entertaining bit, in its own way. I wholeheartedly admit I was thoroughly fascinated by the entire ‘airship’ idea, especially after seeing it presented so well on screen and thought I’d include them in my Storm Reaper world. Storm Reapers, are essentially, specific individuals with the gift to manipulate weather. They are rare and their abilities vary by family bloodline, in this case, I am introducing Nadalia, a new reaper child discovered by a distressed airship, the Lady Kelani. Enjoy!
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FRIDAY FICTION : CHRISTIAN FANTASY : ADVENTURE
across the airship as the Rebels scurried to obey their haggard captain. Rain
continued to beat down in hard, angry rivulets and jagged streaks of lightening
cut through the sky illuminating the giant, black clouds.
mate stood at attention, but his face belied the true worry beginning to rattle
the small crew. “They were gaining on us as it was, if the storm doesn’t take
us, they will. I don’t think we’ll survive this one.”
grimly. “Would you rather go down by God’s hand in the fury of nature herself,
or by his majesty’s swords?”
grimaced. “Da, if we don’t do something, we’re going to lose everything.”
a faintly pleased light in his old weathered face. Aurek hadn’t called him Da
for many years now.
back.” The strategist of their little rag-tag group, Gerron Nalist joined the
odd trio by the wheel. “I told you to hire a Storm Reaper!”
it doesn’t suit you.” Alycia swung down from the rigging, her short cropped hair,
flying every which way in her face. “Da, I’ve done all I can. What of it now?”
critical look and gave a jerk of head towards the inner cabins. “Get in there
and make sure that-”
out here if you just give me a chance to be-”
ship bound for death.” The somber finality of the Captain’s tone froze whatever
reply his daughter had ready.
and then slipped and slid her way across the short distance to the cabin, to
find her mother.
his hands and yodeled out a call that should’ve been drowned by the wind.
musical ringing shout.
you let us save ourselves, or must we all go down with the ship?”
Captain grunted. “And it’s not like you ever took orders from me, anyhow. What’s
stopping you now?”
healthy dose of respect in the form of that iron heart of yours.” He sighed. “Said
your final prayers?”
smiled, his beard twitching. “We are simply here and then we are before Him.”
struck the deck with pinpoint accuracy.
of the crew hit the deck. “A lightening storm?” He shouted, above the noise. “This
wasn’t in the weather predictions!”
Captain growled. “Get off me! Can’t breathe!” He wheezed.
grabbing hold of the railing knobs to steady himself. A flicker of shadow caught
his eye as he squinted into the storm.
heard beneath the rage of the storm.
wildly for purchase on the rain-slicked surfaces. “Over there, in that cloud, I
swear I saw a-” His face grew deathly pale.
what? Speak man!”
wild as she searched the nearly empty deck. “Da, it’s Mum, come-aaieee!” The rest
of her words died in a shriek of terror as a streak of lightening burnt the
ground just at her feet, slicing through the air a hair’s breadth from her
knees touching chin, arms wrapped around legs. Burning, white, unseeing eyes
stared out at the expanse of sky before it and strands of pure white hair
floated up in a halo ‘round its head.
as the great, wounded airship heaved close by the hovering, unmoving storm
presence of the ship, but the closer they drew, the more frantic, the voices
became. Soft at first, then harsh, angry whispers that mocked cruelly and
taunted the poor child, frozen in a state of shock.
refuge with his father and Gerron. “Blood.” He wrinkled his nose. “I smell
her ears and shaking her head side to side. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” She
chanted over and over. “I don’t believe you, make it go away. Go away, please
go away!” She screamed again and stopped in mid-scream.
next, small, thin—very cold arms—wrapped securely around her waist.
stare down at the storm child that had been hovering well out of arm’s reach
just moments before. She stared into the pale grey eyes, no longer burning with
raw energy, but rather, brimming with fresh sorrow.
sometimes you have to make them go away.”
eased at once, the winds softening and the rain easing to a hazy drizzle.
on board the Lady Kelani, my father’s airship.” She tipped her head towards the
Captain. “What happened? Are you alright?”
men in a big ship came through here.” She rubbed her nose with one hand. “It
who shrugged in reply. “What kind of a big ship, did it look like ours?”
her nose. “I don’t like them. Are you friends with them?”
bit more complicated than-”
glared at her. The air crackled. “If you’re friends with them, I won’t forgive
you.” Thunder rolled and boomed in the background.
trying to get away from them, but as you can see, we sustained damage and the
storm did not help. You don’t…like them?”
up close, it seemed, than she’d been before and about the size of a petite
ten-year-old. “They killed my parents.” She said, matter-of-factly, taking a
deep, measured breath. She blew it out a moment later. “They killed Meta and Da’en.”
She gave a quick bow and murmured something in the tongue of the storm reapers.
storm-” he gestured to the current calm surrounding them and then at the angry
swirling clouds around the Lady Kelani. “You’re doing this? This is your storm?”
The reaper child demanded. “I loved Meta and Da’en very much. They didn’t
deserve to die.” She sniffled. “They were protecting me!”
suddenly and without warning a large bolt of lightning sheared through the air
and a muffled explosion was heard.
explosion to the little girl with a grim look etched on her face. He almost
smiled. “Captain, can we keep her?”