DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
11 November 2022
Hannah gasped and brought a hand to her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes, and once she’d finished, she began to read the message again from the start.
Concerned, Maleficent stood. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
Hannah shook her head and struggled to find words. “He’s, they… They’ve found her! Isaac, he’s…” The tears spilled out onto her cheeks, and she turned to Maleficent. “Isaac found Aurora!”
10 November 2022
The corridor led them up a long, winding stairway. That eventually led to a large set of double doors. When Isaac opened them, though, his jaw dropped; inside the room was a massive lake. “How… Where does it all fit?”
“It’s fairy magic, obviously.” Rapunzel waved them to sit down, then stared at Isaac intently enough to bore holes into him. “You said you wanted to talk. So talk.”
9 November 2022
Lena felt trapped. Sword at her back, even if it wasn’t drawn yet, and some kind of scary magic user ahead. She thought, after they’d escaped prison and the search for them had died down, that she and Frieda had put the whole “Aurora the baby was kidnapped” debacle behind them.
Apparently not.
8 November 2022
Phillip gave him a pitiful look. “Dude, seriously?”
“Well, you try it, then!” Isaac huffed and folded his arms.
With a shrug, Phillip grabbed the grappling hook and tried it himself. He got it twenty, maybe twenty-five feet up, but it bounced off the tower without getting close to the window.
Isaac’s scowl deepened. “You still missed.”
7 November 2022
I got home from work utterly exhausted this day. I don’t remember why; it might not have been anything specific. But it was all I could do to even get this much down before I crashed. Fortunately, I haven’t had another day this bad since. Tuesday the 8th, the very next day, was also a bit rough, but not this bad. I didn’t even finish the sentence before I zonked…
6 November 2022
The girl, Aurora, was different. There was none of the hostility or wariness Maleficent would have expected, especially considering she had doomed the young girl to death just after she’d been born. No, Aurora studied her like a puzzle she hadn’t quite figured out yet.
Maleficent turned back to Hannah. “You requested to see me?”
Hannah nodded, then glanced back toward Aurora. “When I went to see you earlier, you said that the gifts a fairy-blessed child receives must be paid back, correct?” When Maleficent dipped her head, Hannah asked, “Does she have to be the one that pays the price?”
5 November 2022
Rapunzel moved to accept the handshake, then stopped when she heard his name. “Isaac? As in, Isaac Lowenveil? The prince?”
Isaac grew sheepish. “Um, yeah. That’s me. I wasn’t sure you’d even know who I was out here.”
Crap. Crap crap crap. Rapunzel put her hands to her temples. “Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad.”
“Wait, what’s wrong?” Isaac reached out for her but Rapunzel pulled back and snapped her fingers.
The two boys screamed as the floor fell out from under them, and the Tower dumped them outside.
4 November 2022
Gothel’s eyes widened, and her mouth slipped open. Rapunzel touched to the floor and slowly began to advance on her, forcing Gothel to back up towards the door. “What, you thought I was a fool? That I wouldn’t find out on my own? Your friend gifted me with cleverness, remember? I know I was born Princess Aurora. I’ve known for years. If that was enough to make me leave, I WOULD HAVE LEFT YEARS AGO!”
3 November 2022
Lena shuddered and shuffled closer to the fire. “So now what? No magic, no money, no connections. What can we even do now?”
Frieda flashed her a grin and a peace sign. “Isn’t it obvious? We find something sentimental and get our magic back. Scam the owner, rob them, charm them, whatever works. And once we get enough magic saved up, we can go home.”
“Home, huh.” Lena sighed.
1 November 2022
Maleficent strode through the massive double doors into the ballroom, paying no mind to the guards scurrying this way and that. A quick survey of the room confirmed her suspicions; of the rulers of major nations in the region, all others were already represented, which meant she was the only who had not been invited. That, in itself, was fine; expected even, given recent events. But the sight of the trio of fairies… that infuriated her.