Saturday, December 17, 2011
Are You Hooked? Entry #3
TITLE: The Slavemaster
GENRE: Epic YA Fantasy
Mahran dropped the dagger from the throat of his invisible opponent, hiding it behind his back as the scuff of footsteps entered.
Kessa rolled her eyes. "You are such a child."
“‘You are such a child.’ So what does that make you, little girl?”
She grabbed the sack of clothespins off the wall and left the shed, muttering under her breath.
Mahran returned to his battle—the enemy he’d killed had allies, and they wanted revenge. He slashed through the humid air, dodging their nonexistent attacks, and his short blade connected with the center post, metal biting deep into its wooden victim. Tugging the dagger out, he examined the edge for injury.
“Rajmahran, son of Rajmah, you get here now!” Ma called.
He sighed and sheathed the blade, trudging outside. The sun pounded his head immediately after leaving the shelter of the storeroom, and he squinted to see his ma hanging a pair of trousers on the clothesline.
“You were being—” Kessa began.
“Kessati, quiet. Both of you, be good to each other. What does the Great God want us to be?”
“Good,” Mahran muttered, Kessa echoing him.
“Yes, good. Now go—visit your friend down in the village. I have a box of needles for you to play with if you run out of dangerous things to do.” She paused. “Go on—go.”
Mahran groaned and started walking. “Come on, Kessati. Do you have money?”
“Yes. You could pay for once.”
“Aph is my friend. That would be…weird.”
Kessa said something he didn't hear and followed.