If anyone is keeping score of my busy life as it applies to my writing, I am currently taking a scifi/fantasy writing class. I am just loving this class. It’s been So inspiring, and I am loving every bit of it. This week’s session covers World Building, and since that panel at ConBust had to be cancelled due to scheduling conflict, I was very eager to get into this one. Good choice, as it turns out. I had a wonderful time with my writing assignment, which I am posting here for anyone to critique. I am thinking this world would very easily collide with the one that I wrote for BAF 3. What do you think?
The base was locked down by iron. Most of the employees which had guarded their captives dilligently earlier in the morning, were now sound asleep. Now all there was to do was get someone’s keycard so they could get into the hangar, away from unwanted ears. They couldn’t get part two of his plan until they were safely away from ears that could turn them in. Felix looked down at Gracie, his four-year-old sister, who was sucking her thumb as she clung tightly to his free hand. “You’re the swiftest thief here. You’re going to have to be a brave princess, and get the keycard from Davenport.” He watched as his sister’s beautiful black eyes blinked, and then blinked again, her wings fluttering slightly. “You can do it.”
Gracie let go of Felix’s hand, and carefully lifted herself off the pavement, and into the air. She didn’t like to walk like the mortals that held them captive. They frightened her more than her brother, with their iron clad bars which they took joy in torturing them with. She was fortunate that she had been left out of that so far. Felix had taken double the torment for her. Her brother always took care of her. Now they were almost out of there. She could feel the strain on her wings. The air was too thick for them to work properly. The young faerie landed silently just beside the guard named Davenport. She reached into his pocket gingerly, and fished the heavy keycard out. With a whole lot of effort, she managed to drag the card over to Felix, and the older fae children. When her brother had the card, she resumed her place next to him. “It’s so heavy. We won’t be a ble to use it.”
“We don’t have the iron to block our magic anymore, Gracie. Don’t worry, your brother is going to get us out of here. And then, we are going to make them pay for what they did to our colony!” Saying this, Felix began to work his magic on the card, making it a more suitable size for their use. His eyes were blazing with passion, as he remembered the massacre of his parents, and many others in the underground colony where the faeries had lived before. The humans had taken it all away from them, confusing them with the exiled that probably had caused the problems to begin with.
At length, Marlon, the pixie boy that had helped Felix with the sleep spell (for faeries who are weakened could work magic together to be stronger), spoke up. “Felix. What about the human girl Traci? She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“We’ll have to make a separate mission for that.” Felix replied, rubbing his tired eyes. He glanced down as Gracie slumped to lay down at his feet. I have to get all of us out of here, if not for myself, for the young ones. They won’t last too much longer couped up this way.