[Day 218] A Blast From The Past

I thought it would be fun to revisit Ash, the fantasy novel I wrote back in 7th grade. Before you read the excerpt below, here’s some context.

Sunny Dijon Larkson, our main character, is 13. Her parents were murdered on her fifth birthday, and the man who murdered them has made his reappearance by kidnapping her friends and remaining family (four brothers). At this point in the story, she has followed the man (she calls him “Loony” because he’s insane) to where he is keeping her relations, and helped her friend Marcus escape. Unfortunately, they are caught, and Marcus is shot. A mysterious group called “The Council” steps in to save Sunny, and she is now in their care.

I woke up screaming bloody murder. I looked around my dorm. “Kailo?”

The robot appeared obediently, only to recoil again in terror.

“Kailo, what’s wrong?” I glanced down at myself, to find that I was, in fact, glowing a florescent green!

Backing up against the wall, I blinked and looked again.

I was still glowing. I stuck out my hands behind me and felt for the wall. I wished I could just melt into the wall, to never again have to come off. When I tried to pull away and get to the conference room, I couldn’t. I was stuck to the wall.

“AAAAHHH!” I yelped. I didn’t really mean it! I pulled and pulled, but wouldn’t budge. Then I remembered what Professor Gradly had said, “Only YOU can control yourself.”

Only I can control this, only I can control this. I said over and over in my head. “UNSTICK!” I commanded loudly. I could feel my nerves tense up, but I was off the wall. I scampered to the conference room. Everyone was already seated.

I was gasping for breath. “What—-is—going on?” I demanded. “And—I’m not going to wait any more than 10 minutes. I am SICK of waiting.”

“Yes yes. I suppose it’s time to relate the tale. But first, tell yourself to stop glowing that ridiculous color.”

I raised my eyebrow and again told myself what to do (that sounds really strange, but it’s the only real way to describe it). And again my nerves tensed up, though not as bad as before. I must have grimaced, because a man to the left of me told me too eat lots of starch to ease the tenseness as he handed me a flour tortilla. I munched on it quietly as the others around me started to talk again.

“Oh, and look at your freckle. You won’t want it to fall off at any given time, would you? It controls your magic, you know.”

Magic? My freckle? I slipped off my sock and found to my disgust that is was the size of a quarter. It fell up and down, as if breathing. I gently touched it, and it fell off. I winced. Looking around the room, the other Council members gestured for me to pick it up. Still a bit sick, I slowly scooped it up. At least it wasn’t pulsating anymore.

“Mind you don’t lose that, love.” An older man suggested to me. “Here, you might want to put it in this. Don’t go anywhere without it.” He handed me a circular locket on a narrow silver chain. My freckle fit perfectly. Too bad I hate wearing jewelry. It gets in the way so much. Ah, well, I said to myself, they could have given you some gaudy rings.

Thoughts? This is one of the most hysterical scenes. If you’d like me to post some more bizarre segments, just let me know. I’ve got several.