Published in Blurring fiction with action
Published in Blurring fiction with action
Published in Blurring fiction with action
Image credit by Gaston Roulstone
Image credit by Gaston Roulstone
Image credit by Gaston Roulstone
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner is tongue-tied, so let's just write this. Timing is a bit off, but the characters want to play, and since they are mine, guess who is the puppetmaster?
Resigner is tongue-tied, so let's just write this. Timing is a bit off, but the characters want to play, and since they are mine, guess who is the puppetmaster?
Resigner is tongue-tied, so let's just write this. Timing is a bit off, but the characters want to play, and since they are mine, guess who is the puppetmaster?
October 12, 2023
October 12, 2023
October 12, 2023
Shadow play
Shadow play
Shadow play
When the shadows find us
When the shadows find us
When the shadows find us
Living shadows
~ Introducing Redshadow, Cinders continues to chase her destiny.
We all need a little help from our friends.
Shadow play.
I.
Cinders is getting increasingly distraught over Red's continuing comatose state. She has been sitting at her friends sick bed for days.
Finally, as Reds' fever seems under control, she decides to take a break. She knows she has been neglecting her crew and her own health. It is late afternoon, and she has missed yet another training session. As she steps into the falling dusk a gentle breeze carries the alluring of cooking fires. Luring her into her forest.
Her stomach clenches, but her mouth is watering. Ignoring the gnawing hunger pains, she heads towards her private stream. She needs to bathe. Using the gentle sand she begins to scrub away. Desperate to find tranquility. Not just in her mind, but needing to wash away her constant worry.
As always, she knows that at least one of the dwarves is standing guard. She feels no shame in removing her clothes in the murky water.
She takes a deep breath and allows herself to sink underneath the surface.
As she dives under, she is suddenly assaulted by a heartbreaking sight. The body of a young girl. The lifeless eyes holding one last plea.
Cinders rises to the surface, her scream raises concern. As she hears running footsteps she dives back down and attempts to free the corpse.
Who is responsible for this crime? She wonders about the strangers who have found a home in the forest. Does the girl resemble anyone she has come across? Possibly, but there are so many new faces. She cannot place the memory.
Thinking to herself, the water has been defiled but not yet sullied. So this was a recent transgression. Her heart goes out to the innocent life, so coldly taken.
With the help of her faithful friends she carefully wraps the body in large leaves.
Now she realizes what was lost on her before. Collateral damage.
She can't help feeling guilty. "Did I cause this?" she wonders.
Shamefully she slopes back to Red's chamber. What she finds is almost as shocking as the body in the river.
Red has gone.
"Red!"
II.
As Red was watching herself being watched, she was also watching the world. She hopes that Cinders was sleeping during her fever dreams. The nightmares that would wake her. Being a sole operator, she didn't want Cinders to hear the rambled conversations. Above all, she wanted to keep one name secret.
Suddenly, she hears her name. Not her true name of course. She blinks at her feet. "Not again" she sighs. As she notices the ground soaked in blood.
"I really cannot deal with this. Not now. I am too weak." It is a difficult confession to make. Drained, she knows of only one option. Grimacing with pain, she bends over and dips her finger in the blood. Deftly, she traces a rune on the post office mantel. She begins to wait.
"Baby girl, read your messages."
As night falls on the now more familiar city she anxiously waits for a response.
III.
"Mom, you can't expect me to drop everything for one mass slaughter". Red appraises the child she raised. She is proud of the stealth.
"I am happy to see you too." She says with a sad smile. "I was not sure if you still checked your old calling card. So my sweet child, by what name do I address you now?"
Blushing like a beacon, her daughter mumbles something.
Red gazes at her in wonder at this strange, yet all too familiar young woman. "Did I hear you say 'Redshadow'?".
Redshadow looks at her mother/ mentor/savior. "Ironic, right?"
"But, why?"
"Let's just say the name is convenient. If I had a choice in the matter…Well, I did not, and the name opens doors, that would otherwise stay shut to me."
She looks at her mother, who has not aged a day. Feeling ashamed of all the changes the woman undoubtedly sees in her.
"You called me here for a reason?" she asks.
IV.
Red raises her hand, her finger now covered in rusted blood. She points.
"There lies the fount. I need you to find the perpetrator."
Redshadow looks taken aback. "You could not have called on anyone else?".
"Not for this, no. This is my responsibility."
"Then why call me at all?
"Cause I trust you. Indeed, you are the only one I trust to handle this properly. You came equipped?"
"Never leave the house without a weapon. How many times did you tell me that? Daily drill of my idyllic childhood. Besides, do I really need a weapon? You turned me into one, remember?"
Red shakes her head, "I wanted you to be safe."
"Just saying." She's unwilling to admit that she's become so much more adept since they last saw each other. "Okay, can you tell me who this blood belongs to? Unlike you, I have to solve this the old fashioned way."
"See the house near the market square? The one pulsing with anger and sorrow?"
"I do, and your point?"
"Stop it from spreading. You are mortal. Talk to them. You might be able to stop whatever is planned."
"And they'll listen to me? A woman and a foreigner? What's to stop them from attacking me for meddling?"
V.
"Here, take my hand." As Red grips her hand, she feels the sucking sensation of more of her power being leached.
"That's on loan."
Redshadow nods her head.
"Consider it done." She appraises her mother for a minute.
"Stay here, I won't be long. And I might have some idea how you got here, no idea where you've been, but you're not going back alone."
"Do you understand?"
⨔Fin
Keep on reading as the rebels keep uniting.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Keep on moving forward. In dark times, you're light shines so much brighter. Believe in it.
Living shadows
~ Introducing Redshadow, Cinders continues to chase her destiny.
We all need a little help from our friends.
Shadow play.
I.
Cinders is getting increasingly distraught over Red's continuing comatose state. She has been sitting at her friends sick bed for days.
Finally, as Reds' fever seems under control, she decides to take a break. She knows she has been neglecting her crew and her own health. It is late afternoon, and she has missed yet another training session. As she steps into the falling dusk a gentle breeze carries the alluring of cooking fires. Luring her into her forest.
Her stomach clenches, but her mouth is watering. Ignoring the gnawing hunger pains, she heads towards her private stream. She needs to bathe. Using the gentle sand she begins to scrub away. Desperate to find tranquility. Not just in her mind, but needing to wash away her constant worry.
As always, she knows that at least one of the dwarves is standing guard. She feels no shame in removing her clothes in the murky water.
She takes a deep breath and allows herself to sink underneath the surface.
As she dives under, she is suddenly assaulted by a heartbreaking sight. The body of a young girl. The lifeless eyes holding one last plea.
Cinders rises to the surface, her scream raises concern. As she hears running footsteps she dives back down and attempts to free the corpse.
Who is responsible for this crime? She wonders about the strangers who have found a home in the forest. Does the girl resemble anyone she has come across? Possibly, but there are so many new faces. She cannot place the memory.
Thinking to herself, the water has been defiled but not yet sullied. So this was a recent transgression. Her heart goes out to the innocent life, so coldly taken.
With the help of her faithful friends she carefully wraps the body in large leaves.
Now she realizes what was lost on her before. Collateral damage.
She can't help feeling guilty. "Did I cause this?" she wonders.
Shamefully she slopes back to Red's chamber. What she finds is almost as shocking as the body in the river.
Red has gone.
"Red!"
II.
As Red was watching herself being watched, she was also watching the world. She hopes that Cinders was sleeping during her fever dreams. The nightmares that would wake her. Being a sole operator, she didn't want Cinders to hear the rambled conversations. Above all, she wanted to keep one name secret.
Suddenly, she hears her name. Not her true name of course. She blinks at her feet. "Not again" she sighs. As she notices the ground soaked in blood.
"I really cannot deal with this. Not now. I am too weak." It is a difficult confession to make. Drained, she knows of only one option. Grimacing with pain, she bends over and dips her finger in the blood. Deftly, she traces a rune on the post office mantel. She begins to wait.
"Baby girl, read your messages."
As night falls on the now more familiar city she anxiously waits for a response.
III.
"Mom, you can't expect me to drop everything for one mass slaughter". Red appraises the child she raised. She is proud of the stealth.
"I am happy to see you too." She says with a sad smile. "I was not sure if you still checked your old calling card. So my sweet child, by what name do I address you now?"
Blushing like a beacon, her daughter mumbles something.
Red gazes at her in wonder at this strange, yet all too familiar young woman. "Did I hear you say 'Redshadow'?".
Redshadow looks at her mother/ mentor/savior. "Ironic, right?"
"But, why?"
"Let's just say the name is convenient. If I had a choice in the matter…Well, I did not, and the name opens doors, that would otherwise stay shut to me."
She looks at her mother, who has not aged a day. Feeling ashamed of all the changes the woman undoubtedly sees in her.
"You called me here for a reason?" she asks.
IV.
Red raises her hand, her finger now covered in rusted blood. She points.
"There lies the fount. I need you to find the perpetrator."
Redshadow looks taken aback. "You could not have called on anyone else?".
"Not for this, no. This is my responsibility."
"Then why call me at all?
"Cause I trust you. Indeed, you are the only one I trust to handle this properly. You came equipped?"
"Never leave the house without a weapon. How many times did you tell me that? Daily drill of my idyllic childhood. Besides, do I really need a weapon? You turned me into one, remember?"
Red shakes her head, "I wanted you to be safe."
"Just saying." She's unwilling to admit that she's become so much more adept since they last saw each other. "Okay, can you tell me who this blood belongs to? Unlike you, I have to solve this the old fashioned way."
"See the house near the market square? The one pulsing with anger and sorrow?"
"I do, and your point?"
"Stop it from spreading. You are mortal. Talk to them. You might be able to stop whatever is planned."
"And they'll listen to me? A woman and a foreigner? What's to stop them from attacking me for meddling?"
V.
"Here, take my hand." As Red grips her hand, she feels the sucking sensation of more of her power being leached.
"That's on loan."
Redshadow nods her head.
"Consider it done." She appraises her mother for a minute.
"Stay here, I won't be long. And I might have some idea how you got here, no idea where you've been, but you're not going back alone."
"Do you understand?"
⨔Fin
Keep on reading as the rebels keep uniting.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Keep on moving forward. In dark times, you're light shines so much brighter. Believe in it.
Living shadows
~ Introducing Redshadow, Cinders continues to chase her destiny.
We all need a little help from our friends.
Shadow play.
I.
Cinders is getting increasingly distraught over Red's continuing comatose state. She has been sitting at her friends sick bed for days.
Finally, as Reds' fever seems under control, she decides to take a break. She knows she has been neglecting her crew and her own health. It is late afternoon, and she has missed yet another training session. As she steps into the falling dusk a gentle breeze carries the alluring of cooking fires. Luring her into her forest.
Her stomach clenches, but her mouth is watering. Ignoring the gnawing hunger pains, she heads towards her private stream. She needs to bathe. Using the gentle sand she begins to scrub away. Desperate to find tranquility. Not just in her mind, but needing to wash away her constant worry.
As always, she knows that at least one of the dwarves is standing guard. She feels no shame in removing her clothes in the murky water.
She takes a deep breath and allows herself to sink underneath the surface.
As she dives under, she is suddenly assaulted by a heartbreaking sight. The body of a young girl. The lifeless eyes holding one last plea.
Cinders rises to the surface, her scream raises concern. As she hears running footsteps she dives back down and attempts to free the corpse.
Who is responsible for this crime? She wonders about the strangers who have found a home in the forest. Does the girl resemble anyone she has come across? Possibly, but there are so many new faces. She cannot place the memory.
Thinking to herself, the water has been defiled but not yet sullied. So this was a recent transgression. Her heart goes out to the innocent life, so coldly taken.
With the help of her faithful friends she carefully wraps the body in large leaves.
Now she realizes what was lost on her before. Collateral damage.
She can't help feeling guilty. "Did I cause this?" she wonders.
Shamefully she slopes back to Red's chamber. What she finds is almost as shocking as the body in the river.
Red has gone.
"Red!"
II.
As Red was watching herself being watched, she was also watching the world. She hopes that Cinders was sleeping during her fever dreams. The nightmares that would wake her. Being a sole operator, she didn't want Cinders to hear the rambled conversations. Above all, she wanted to keep one name secret.
Suddenly, she hears her name. Not her true name of course. She blinks at her feet. "Not again" she sighs. As she notices the ground soaked in blood.
"I really cannot deal with this. Not now. I am too weak." It is a difficult confession to make. Drained, she knows of only one option. Grimacing with pain, she bends over and dips her finger in the blood. Deftly, she traces a rune on the post office mantel. She begins to wait.
"Baby girl, read your messages."
As night falls on the now more familiar city she anxiously waits for a response.
III.
"Mom, you can't expect me to drop everything for one mass slaughter". Red appraises the child she raised. She is proud of the stealth.
"I am happy to see you too." She says with a sad smile. "I was not sure if you still checked your old calling card. So my sweet child, by what name do I address you now?"
Blushing like a beacon, her daughter mumbles something.
Red gazes at her in wonder at this strange, yet all too familiar young woman. "Did I hear you say 'Redshadow'?".
Redshadow looks at her mother/ mentor/savior. "Ironic, right?"
"But, why?"
"Let's just say the name is convenient. If I had a choice in the matter…Well, I did not, and the name opens doors, that would otherwise stay shut to me."
She looks at her mother, who has not aged a day. Feeling ashamed of all the changes the woman undoubtedly sees in her.
"You called me here for a reason?" she asks.
IV.
Red raises her hand, her finger now covered in rusted blood. She points.
"There lies the fount. I need you to find the perpetrator."
Redshadow looks taken aback. "You could not have called on anyone else?".
"Not for this, no. This is my responsibility."
"Then why call me at all?
"Cause I trust you. Indeed, you are the only one I trust to handle this properly. You came equipped?"
"Never leave the house without a weapon. How many times did you tell me that? Daily drill of my idyllic childhood. Besides, do I really need a weapon? You turned me into one, remember?"
Red shakes her head, "I wanted you to be safe."
"Just saying." She's unwilling to admit that she's become so much more adept since they last saw each other. "Okay, can you tell me who this blood belongs to? Unlike you, I have to solve this the old fashioned way."
"See the house near the market square? The one pulsing with anger and sorrow?"
"I do, and your point?"
"Stop it from spreading. You are mortal. Talk to them. You might be able to stop whatever is planned."
"And they'll listen to me? A woman and a foreigner? What's to stop them from attacking me for meddling?"
V.
"Here, take my hand." As Red grips her hand, she feels the sucking sensation of more of her power being leached.
"That's on loan."
Redshadow nods her head.
"Consider it done." She appraises her mother for a minute.
"Stay here, I won't be long. And I might have some idea how you got here, no idea where you've been, but you're not going back alone."
"Do you understand?"
⨔Fin
Keep on reading as the rebels keep uniting.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Keep on moving forward. In dark times, you're light shines so much brighter. Believe in it.
