Jackie, Blodeuedd, and I are back to working up some Flash Fiction fun. We will do flash fiction posts every two weeks, give or take due to holiday's and such. I will post my complete story here. Jackie will add the beginning and a link to her flash fiction on her Live Journal and Blodeuedd will be posting on her blog.
Enjoy our quick glimpses into worlds of the unknown.
By: Melissa Hayden
The elders would be wearing their robes of green splashed with the rust and reds of the autumn leaves, found outside now, and trimmed in gold for the ceremony. Aonya took slow equal steps down the hall, listening to the clicking of her golden armor ring through the bare halls. Her attire showed her stature and matched the accenting colors of her elders for she was to be the one everyone's eyes were on. The ceremony room was full, everyone awaiting for her formal entrance.
She paused looking out the window and took a breath of the fresh air, wishing to feel the cooling breeze slip through her long brown hair. She lifted a long finger, pushing her hair behind her ear, then thinking better of her natural habit and hooked her finger around her hair pulling it to curl down her face. Her maid had spent hours to get it curled like this, even through she never wore her hair down. She was to look the young lady she was, and the warrior as well.
Aonya closed her eyes, feeling the power of her sun on her face and took a deep breath. She's known everyone in that room all her fifty years, even though she looked no more than a human's twenty years of age. She needed to get to the hall before she ended in terrible trouble with the elders and her father.
She made her way to the ceremony, nodding to the guard and acolyte waiting for her. The acolyte slipped behind the dark forest green curtain, then moments later she heard her father call the room to order. At hearing the words she was instructed to wait for, she pulled her shoulders back as the guard pulled the curtain to the side.
The room stood and bowed to her as she entered. She took her place by her father after she bowed to him and the elders.
"All rise." The king called and all in the room returned to standing. "Please join me in prayer as we honor Aonya this day, her power calling day."
The elders surrounded her, holding hands and joining their magics as they called to Aonya and the spirits within the world. Her father stood before her with the sword made of the strongest alloy known to the land, one only the elite guard and royal family were given on their power calling day. His baritone voice joined the elders in their chanting as the song grew with the voices of the hall. It sounded like music with the highs and lows of different voices blending and mixing together. Aonya felt her body start to sway and she closed her eyes, being drawn into the powers that swam across her skin.
Aonya was drawn into the tone and song, not hearing the words themselves but feeling the emotion in them. Aonya felt her body weave to the floor and her eyes flew open. The song had stopped. Before her, her father held the sword that glowed in a burning bright light from hilt to tip. She went to reach for it, then paused, looking to her father. He nodded his agreement with a small, pleased smile.
Aonya took the sword in her hands, slowly taking in the vine pummel and the care and detail of the blade. She held it, watching as the light grew brighter at her touch. The light traveled up her arm and down her body as she watched. She felt a warmth grown in her stomach and out through her body. She had known since she was young what her power was, but it wasn't a given until this day. Now everyone knew what she'd known for so long.
She smiled to the small stained glass at the top of the room as the sun took it's spot in the sky and shone it's approval at having her as his vessel in the world.