I am participating once again in the tri-monthly "Get to Know your Character's Challenge" held by Athelas Hale over at Red Lettering. It's a wonderful chance to learn a bit more about your character, read other's writing, and showcase your own at your blog.
The character type this time was Right Hand Man. Or, in my case, woman.
Here's the prompt I choose:
Your character has lost something important—what is it, where is it, and why do they need it?
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Kaylin’s footsteps on the cobbled floor were hesitant and quiet, void of the usual echo and confidence they made. Her chin, normally at a high angle, hung low, close to her chest, and her steel-grey eyes lacked the sharp glint that they tended to reflect.
The word taunted her mind. Kaylin turned down a different hallway, a young miss just disappearing out of sight. Kaylin watched her go.
They all had choices. Choices of where to live, whom to obey, and whom to disobey. Choices of whom to follow, and whom to befriend.
Kaylin's gaze hardened, focusing on the path in front of her.
A cold shudder went through Kaylin.
Her right eye twitched.
And now they're gone.
"No." Kaylin said firmly, louder than expected. Her voice echoed down the hallway. She froze until the echo diminished. "No." Kaylin said again, but quieter this time. "It's lost. Not gone."
But doubt lingered in her soul.
She hastened her pace, continuing down the many passageways of the castle she dwelled in. The silence was eerie, and most of all, lonesome.
"It's lost." She paused. "But I'll acquire it once more,” she assured to her doubting mind.
Her mind laughed.
A voice called to her, "Lost what, miss?" Kaylin swung around, eyes wide. A stocky, young servant stood before her, broom in hand, a cocky grin on his face, "I've got a keen eye for finding lost things, miss." He bobbed his head, "If you care to tell me what you lost, there's a chance I might be able to find it for you."
"You can't help me." Kaylin's voice started out soft, but by the end of the phrase had a commanding tone, and her chin raised slightly. She crossed her arms, staring the servant down.
The servant shrugged and dropped his gaze. "People tend to say that to me. Mister Razzad can't help so and so. He won't be able to find such and such. Mister Razzad is just a servant." Razzad looked straight at Kaylin, "Miss, what might you be missin?"
Kaylin's chin lowered. Her voice faltered. The girl that was known to be strong had a broken glint in her eyes full of misery. "Mister Razzad," She said lightly, "I've lost the ability and blessing of choice.”
Mister Razzad's eyebrows rose, "And what happened to it?"
Kaylin's jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together. "It was stolen from me."
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Make sure to check back at Athelas' blog tomorrow for all of the entries from people that participated in the challenge!
- Katie Grace