IT'S SPOOKY MONTH!! HERE'S A SPOOKY SNIPPET FROM SPIRITWALKER

IT'S SPOOKY MONTH!! HERE'S A SPOOKY SNIPPET FROM SPIRITWALKER

The icy tiles warmed beneath my skin. No more waiting.

I pushed at the wall and the entire section behind the mosaic shuttered. My strange suspicion was correct—there was a hidden passageway in the tunnel—but I needed more force to open the door all the way.

I pressed my other hand to the wall and pushed harder, straining the muscles in my back and shoulders. The wall moved inwards this time, rotating like a cog, until it was just a sliver between two gaps. There was enough room for a witch to comfortably walk on either side.

I gestured to Maya. “Are you coming?”

The younger witch, ever loyal, followed me into the pitch black that awaited us. The smell of mold slapped me in the face, and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose in order to keep my grip on the wall. I stretched my foot as far as it would go, trying to gauge how far the passage went, but only felt emptiness. This vast, dark, unknown space should have frightened me, but instead I was struck with a strange familiarity. I had been here before—in my dreams.

Once we were both fully inside, I let go of the wall. Considering its weight, I assumed that it would gradually slide back into place. Instead it slammed shut, sealing me and Maya in the mysterious hole. I could hear her hands frantically scraping against the bricks, searching for a way out.

“What do we do, Lady Daron?” 

“I am sure that Ann Marie will open the door if we stay here for too long. As for the dark, you can leave it to me.”

I slipped my spirit dagger out from its hidden holster with one hand and used the other to locate a wall. When I could feel the solid surface, I stuck the tip of my dagger into the stone. It cut through easily as the brick was so old it chipped and crumbled upon force. Muscle memory took over, carving out the rune spell for light for me.

All of the walls illuminated brilliantly, as if a star was hidden inside of them. Keeping my dagger in my hand, I surveyed my surroundings. The room was smaller than I suspected, only large enough to fit about ten people. Moss and mold grew on the walls and weeds sprouted from cracks in the stone floor. How long had this place been forgotten?

Maya’s gasp echoed across the walls and I turned to see what startled her. In the corner was what appeared to be a girl, but she had no skin, no color. Her body was solely light, occasionally sparkling with the intensity of her energy. I tightened my grip on my spirit dagger.

“Hello,” the spirit said. “I would introduce myself, but I do not know who I am.”

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i love in fantasy when its like “king galamir the mighty golden eagle and his most trusted advisor who would never betray him, gruelworm bloodeye the treacherous”

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A little bit. They just have to kill him a little bit.

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I really go to work every day and teach kids to ask before using things that don’t belong to them just to come home and see my adult roommates use my dishes without asking

This far into my draft I can really see Daron’s character development. I’m so proud of my baby girl. Look!

Chapter one Daron

Something sweet rose up from my chest but I promptly tamped it back down.

I did not take even a single glance back at the black-brick mansion. My path had already been laid out, and it led away from Spiritwalker Mansion. I would not be able to keep moving forward if my head was turned back, even for a second.

Daron now

“How are you?” I searched Catalina’s foresty eyes and found no judgment; none of the expectation for apathy that I was used to. I only saw compassion. It broke me further. “It hurts.” “I know.” Catalina gently moved my head so it rested on her shoulder…and I let her.

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