I’d like to start out by thanking Cassie and Angie for hosting this. The I'm hearing voices blog hop has been so much fun. I’ve read so many awesome blogs in the past few days, and Wednesday was especially awesome. I had a bad day on Wednesday, but any time I found myself with a few minutes I would go to the hop and check out another blog, and they would make the day a little better.
So I again want to thank Cassie and Angie for hosting this, and without further ado I will present my final challenge. Hope you enjoy, and feel something:
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"Do it" Fitzroy whispered.
A tear ran down Quinndalin’s face, simple, cold. She went to brush it away, her fingers touched the wetness. Confused. She had cried before, when the wind was harsh, or when the man had struck her, before Fitzroy. There was no reason for this tear.
She looked at the form lying on the bench. Leni’s eyes were closed, she looked asleep. Quinndalin knew better.
Quinndalin looked at Fitzroy. She loved him. It wasn't a question anymore. It wasn't a thought of longing, just a simple truth. Every fiber of her being felt an inexplicable desire to be with him.
Quinndalin knew what she was supposed to do. It was as easy as breathing. Easier than speaking. All she had to do was reach inside, to where the pain lay, the tingle of her magic, and focus it on Leni. She had done it before. When Fitzroy had brought her to this room.
They screamed. They screamed for days. Bodies arching in pain, as the magic ripped through them. Big men, strong, until they stopped screaming, then they stopped moving, not even to breath. One lasted three days, and she didn’t even get tired. But this was different.
Leni could look at Quinndalin and know exactly what she was feeling. Leni had put a word to it, a new word. Trust.
Leni didn’t open her eyes, “It’s okay Quinn,” she whispered, “I forgive you.”
Quinndalin released the energy, pondering this new word, forgive, and Leni screamed.
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I hope you felt something. Let me know if you didn't, or can think of anyway's to improve it. I always love some constructive criticism.
I really hope you enjoyed it. Quinn is very difficult to express emotion's in, she is somewhat sociopathic, in the fact that she doesn't feel emotions the way everyone else does. At the beginning of the novel she knew five words. No, yes, maybe, pain and please.
So I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks again for stopping over. Now, please go check out other blogs in the hop! Here is the link again LINK! (I hope I didn't shoot myself in the foot for going for subtle)