Today's #fridayflash goes back to Raven in the short story "Eclipsed" and my "Lightning Flashed" flash fiction piece. The characters keep coming back to me and want to tell more of their stories, so perhaps in 2014 or so, I'll have a novel ready to write for them. And, for you Foxwick-enthusiasts out there, I'm setting it in Foxwick. *grins*
The Light Burns
The magician-made sun scorched her eyes behind her eyelids. The nineteen year old had spent weeks under its luminosity. Raven Woodcroft craved the dark, but the Magician wouldn’t allow it. The punishment for her “crime” of trying to stop him was too cruel. But what else would she suspect from the man who had murdered her family years ago?
She shifted upon the cold hard floor. Water dripped along the dungeon walls, and she reached out and touched its dampness. She squeezed her eyelids tighter and buried her face against that wall, but she could still see the light.
They used to call her the Eclipse. She could seek out the light and steal it. Once she’d blocked the very sun from the land. But the Magician was stronger than she.
Raven bit her knuckle to keep from screaming. The lack of sleep and constant light drained her. Why wouldn’t he let her die? Perhaps that was his cruelest trick of all.
A door clanked shut and footsteps drew near. He was back. But she wouldn’t beg. No. He wouldn’t break her—although she was probably already broken beyond repair. He would pay, and one day she vowed to let the lands know of his evil. This man killed her family. He systematically destroyed the Wizard, the Witch, and the Sorceress.
But he would not add her to his list of death. One day, one way or the other, she would break free.