I'm writing a Nathaniel fanfic titled Seer and I wanted to share a short exerpt from chapter 8 to bump the thread and also get feedback if you would care to comment.
Angharad sat down at the table and waited her turn with the others. The mead made its way to their table, and she drank deep. As emotionally raw as she was this night, it was harder than usual to block out the thoughts, the emotions, and the desires of those around her. Alcohol helped to block the psychic noise.
“You seem distressed, Angharad.” Angharad turned to find an old woman she did not recognize sitting next to her.
“I am weary, dama,” Angharad replied softly.
The old woman smiled slightly, “And heart sore and worried for you love who is going into danger.”
Angharad noticed that the old woman’s eyes were amber and glowed from an inner fire that was beyond time. “Asha’bellenar?” Angharad whispered.
The old woman looked away and nodded her head. “Some call me that. But then I’ve had many names.” She faced Angharad once more and this time her face was serious. “You are right to fear for him, child, for the dread wolf will be searching for him in the Road. You must send the raptor into the deep if you are to save him. Look for the Lady Hawk in Kirkwall. Only she can save your warden.” The old woman rose from the table.
Unconsciously, Angharad broke her own rule and caught the woman by the arm. Power shot through her, power rocked her body and threw her back, and something old, old, old so very old and not at all human moved across her soul.
There were flashes of memory, faces, sounds, like a terrible thunderstorm. Riding the whirlwind was a hawk with a red tail, flying high, circling the whirlwind with something clutched in her talons. As she climbed through the storm, she dropped the item she bore. It drifted rather than fell, a scarf, a white scarf and as it fell to earth Angharad saw a symbol in red traces on the scarf. A symbol….Angharad came to on the floor, and she felt the sickness coming and rushed from the hall.
Again and again, she vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach and still she continued to retch.
Edward, who had been at her table, came outside. “Messer, are you ill?”
Angharad wiped her mouth with her hand. “Mead on an empty stomach.” She managed to say. “Nothing to worry about.” “I’ll be fine. Where’s the old woman?”
Edward looked confused. “The old woman? What old woman?”
Angharad shook her head. “Never mind, Ned. I should know better than to drink on an empty stomach. I’ll be right in.”
Edward hesitated but then nodded and left her. Only then did Angharad look at her left hand, look at her palm which was on fire. It was too dark in the courtyard to see what was causing the pain, so she walked back into the hall where she there was light. Angharad opened her palm. There, branded into her skin was the symbol she had seen on the scarf.
*grumble grumble import bugs grumble stabbed him for touching my Wardens grumble eye color's wrong grumble*
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Is it already posted or are you still working on it?
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