A little taste
Ok guys this is rough- really rough – but I just thought I would give you a little taste of what I worked on this weekend. I haven’t done any grammar/spelling revisions on this, in fact this is only the first draft I haven’t even done any content editing. Anyway- here is a nibble for your reading pleasure.- this is completely unrelated to Coradonna’s Children it is the beginning of a fantasy.
Tory opened her sleep clouded eyes at the gentle shake of her shoulder. Her mother knelt next to the bed and gazed at her with her dark brown eyes. A shiver of fear raced down Tories spine. Something was wrong.
“Listen to me love,” her mother said earnestly. “I am going away for a while. I want to tell you something before I go though. Are you listening Tory?” Tory nodded and reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes.
“I’m listening mommy.?”
“Good girl, I have a very important job for you Tory. Your job is to live. Do you understand, no matter what happens, no matter what you have to do, lie, cheat, steal, kill, you must live.”
“Mommy?” Tory was appalled by her mother’s words, they were the opposite of things she had been told all of her short life.
“It is very important Tory. Do you understand your job?”
“No mommy, I thought those things were bad.” Tory objected.
“I know honey, but I need you to survive, no matter what. Even if you have to do bad things.” Her mother wrapped her in a warm hug, the kind that had always felt safe to Tory in the past. Tonight it felt scary. “I am going to have to leave you sweat heart.”
“I want to come with you.”
“I know and I wish you could but where I am going they don?t like Halflings.” Her mother squeezed her even tighter and Tory felt wetness on her cheek from her mother’s tears.
“Will you come back?” Tory could hear the desperation in her own voice.
“I doubt it Tory, but even if I do you will be gone love.” Her mother moved back and stroked her hair as she met her eyes. “Uncle Eric is going to come and take you away, so you can be safe.”
“I want to stay with you.” Tory whined, desperate to elicit her mother’s agreement. Her mother had tears streaming down her cheeks. A noise in the hall made her glance over her shoulder. When she turned back her dark eyes were set with determination.
“I know Tory, and I want you with me, but that is not in the makers plans right now.” She spoke quickly with determination . “I love you Tory, more than I ever imagined I could. Never forget that.”
“I love you too mommy.” The child barley whispered now and fear laced her voice.
“You must live Tory, no matter what, promise me you will.”
“I don’t understand.” Tory cried tears in her own eyes now.
“I know sweetheart. Just promise me you will do whatever you have to do to survive.”
“I promise mommy.”
“Good girl.” Her mother held her another long moment before she stood and turned to leave the room. Glancing over her shoulder at the door she met Tory’s gaze. “I love you little one, and I always will.”
Then she was gone.