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The End…

Total for last week: 5,016
Final total: 50,929

I reached 50K on November 25th and, since I was actually at the end of the story, didn’t have much more left to write. I spent the remainder of the month making small edits that added a total of just over 800 words in the last five days of the month.

It’ll go on my list of stories to edit next year. I’m actually really excited about it. I’m happy with how it turned out and I’m thrilled that all the ducks lined up neatly at the end of the story, so to speak.

One final excerpt:

Captain Christy glanced at Eoin and arched an eyebrow, he shrugged. Turning back to them, Captain Christy said, “Recent developments have left the third division without a lieutenant. Captain Finnegan had a suggestion for the post, but… Lord Aren felt that it would be a conflict of interests.”

“So, Captain Christy had a suggestion that… will make everyone happy,” Eoin said, giving Dermot a sunny smile. His gaze flicked to Sweeney. “If you’re amenable, you’ll be transferred to the third division to serve as my lieutenant.”

“I assure you, Captain Finnegan,” Sweeney said, frowning slightly, “I’m more than simply amenable. I would welcome the change.”

“Wonderful,” Captain Christy said, fairly beaming. Then, she met Dermot’s gaze and said, “Meanwhile, Hunter Finley, you will be transferred to the fifth division to serve as my own lieutenant.”

“Do you accept both the transfer and the promotion, Dermot?” Eoin said, arching his brows.

Dermot blinked at the pair for a moment and then swallowed thickly. Typically, officers in the Hunters were chosen from among the gentry of Tirna Nog. Dermot was, by no means, gentry. He was a fox from the Outer Districts where he’d had to sell himself in order to survive. “Are ya sure, Captain Christy?” he breathed.

She nodded. “I am absolutely certain, Hunter Finley,” she said, her voice soft. “You’ve shown yourself to be resourceful and a good judge of character. Those are both traits that are important among the members of my division. As to the promotion… we all agreed that you deserved such.”

“That being the case,” Dermot said, ducking his head, “I agree to both and will say that I’m quite honored to be given such an opportunity.”

“Thank you,” Captain Christy said.

Chuckling softly, Dermot said, “I’ll warn ya now, Captain: I’m rather a coarse and earthy soul. It’ll take some time before all my sharp edges have been rounded off.”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Captain Christy said, her eyes twinkling.

Eoin chuckled and bounced forward to take his hands. “Neither would I,” he said. Then, he leaned in to press a kiss to Dermot’s lips. He moaned when Dermot leaned up to deepen the kiss, ignoring the chuckle from Captain Christy and the scandalized gasp that came from Sweeney.

Paper Flowers

Eoin looked over at his son and scowled. Teagan was cutting up pieces of paper and folding them together. Paper was precious enough that he knew Sir Cameron wouldn’t be pleased with the boy for wasting it. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Teagan flinched and held up one of the objects he’d crafted. “Mama said… you missed the spring time,” he said, his voice soft. “I… wanted to make some flowers for you.”

Sighing, Eoin smiled faintly. “That’s very thoughtful, Teag,” he said, his voice faint. “Just… make a small bouquet, alright? We wouldn’t want Sir Cameron cross with you.”

“I don’t care about him,” Teagan said, boldly. “I just want you to be happy.”

Giving his son a bright smile, Eoin nodded. “I appreciate that,” he said, his voice faint. He sighed softly and snuggled deeper under the quilts. Then, he glanced outside.

Icicles hung from the roof and the world outside was blanketed in white. Eoin feared that his son’s paper flowers would be the only reminder of the coming spring for some time to come. If that made Sir Cameron cross, well… Eoin would just have to see that his anger was towards the father, rather than the son.

Chasing Dreams

“Is this what you saw yourself doing when you were young?” Yori asked, as he watched Eoin working.

Eoin laughed and shook his head. “I never gave it much thought,” he admitted. He hugged the book he had been paging through to his chest. “People like me… we aren’t given many opportunities here, Captain Hummel.”

“If you could have done anything, though, what would it have been?” Yori asked. He didn’t know why, but he needed to know.

For a moment, Eoin just frowned. Then, he said, “There was a time when it was just my wife, our son and me. I… made furniture and I was good at it.” He shook his head. “I didn’t use my magic, just my two hands and some normal, everyday tools. I really enjoyed it, but… then Sir Cameron found us and…”

“You had to come here,” Yori said, nodding in understanding. “You miss it?”

“All the time,” Eoin said. He sighed and looked down at the book in his hands. “What’s the sense, though, of chasing a dream I know can’t be? Isn’t it better to just accept my life as it is?”

“Some people would call that giving up,” Yori said, shrugging.

Seasons

Eoin was a child of winter. That was what they had called him. Yori frowned slightly. It was strange, to his mind, to call someone who was so badly affected by the cold a name that referenced the coldest season of the year.

He frowned at Eoin. “What do the seasons have to do with you?” he asked, blinking. “I mean… Sir Cameron called you a child of winter?”

“It has to do with the type of magic I use,” Eoin said. He shrugged and said, “In spite of my sensitivity to the cold, my magic is strongest in the winter time and weakest in the summer.”

Yori nodded. “So, your magic is strongest when your body is weakest,” he said, blinking. It was an interesting way to balance the power held by mages in this land. “Your son, then, would be a child of summer?”

Eoin’s eyes widened and then he bit his lip. He glanced around, then nodded. “Keep that little tidbit to yourself, though, Captain Hummel,” he said. He smiled. “If certain people knew that… it could be very difficult for us.”

The Moon and Stars

It was late and, yet, Eoin found that he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the window. His gaze focused on the moon. Just last week, it had been full and bright. Now, the light was waning. He knew it was the natural cycle, yet it seemed to be symbolic tonight.

His brows furrowed and he settled in the window-seat. As he tucked his feet up under his body, his mind began to wander. He’d never seen shadows like those that had attacked so often lately him before. When they’d first attacked, he’d assumed they’d been sent by Lord Aidan. Now, he wasn’t quite as certain.

He leaned back against the window casement and looked up at the moon and stars. They moved in regular patterns through the night sky. Change came with the seasons and with the passage of time. Life wasn’t so simple for those like himself. Change came at a moment’s notice – sometimes less.

He could only hope that this change, coming with the waning light of the moon, wasn’t as symbolic as it seemed to be.

Pure Poetry

Eoin watched Cameron and Yori spar from the window of his room. He could tell that Yori was angry with the knight. Part of him couldn’t blame him for that. After all, the idea that he was little more than a useful tool was foreign to Yori. However, he also knew that Cameron’s view was one he was brought up to. Very few people could question such a teaching from within the culture that spawned it.

He sighed and shook the thoughts away, focusing on the sparring session. In spite of his anger, Yori fought with grace and poise. His movements were fluid. It was like watching someone dance.

Cameron, by comparison, looked like he was moving jerkily. None of his movements were wasted and he was just as skilled as Yori. However, there was no poetry to his movements. He was all business. He was also losing to the foreign fighting style employed by Yori.

Yori knocked Cameron’s feet out from under his body with his staff. Then, he bounced forward to step on Cameron’s arm, while swinging the staff around to set the tip against Cameron’s chin. “Yield?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Yes,” Cameron growled.

Nodding, Yori stepped back. He smiled when Eoin applauded.

Eoin chuckled when he bowed, like an actor after an exceptional performance. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that,” Eoin said, shaking his head. “It was… like watching music!”

Yori chuckled softly and glanced at Cameron. “You’re quite skilled,” he said. “The only reason I beat you was that I had the advantage of being familiar with your fighting style. It let me see through your defenses.”

Cameron nodded. “Thank you for the match,” he said, bowing. Then, he looked up at Eoin. “You’re meant to be resting, Master Eoin.”

“I am resting,” Eoin said, shrugging. He smiled and added, “I’m just not sleeping.”

Well… Isn’t That Nice?

“Master Eoin,” a coarse voice said.

Eoin flinched and Yori whirled around, putting an arm up protectively in front of the man. “It’s all right, Yori,” Eoin said. “That’s Cameron. He works for Lord Seamus, my current master.”

“Does he see you as a person?” Yori asked, arching an eyebrow.

Eoin smirked. “Barely,” he breathed. Then, he stepped out from behind Yori. “Good day, Sir Cameron. You missed all the excitement.”

“You do enjoy hiding behind women,” Cameron said.

Yori flushed, his hands clenching into fist, but he held his peace. He was aware of how feminine he appeared.

“Yes, well, I tend to encounter women who feel the need to protect me,” Eoin said, shrugging. Then, he chuckled and added, “Though, I feel I should point out that Captain Hummel is no woman.”

“No?” Cameron said, looking Yori over.

“I’m a gryphon,” Yori hissed. That seemed to catch Cameron’s attention. He took a step back and Yori smiled tightly. “If you’re meant to be looking after Master Eoin, you’re doing a poor job of it. He was fighting for his life when I found him.”

Cameron’s eyes widened and looked at Eoin. “Are you hurt, Master Eoin?” he asked. To Yori’s frustration, his tone wasn’t so much concerned as annoyed. It was the same sort of tone one might use to ask after the welfare of his master’s prize stallion.

“Fine, thanks to Captain Hummel,” Eoin said.

Explanations

“Do you have any idea what those things are?” Yori asked, as he walked beside Eoin. “Where they came from?”

“I was certain they were sent by Lord Aidan,” Eoin said, nodding. He gave Yori a grimace. “I used to work for him, but… I had it known that I’d died. For a time, that kept me safe. However, recently, those shadows have been attacking me.”

Yori nodded. “If your former master sent them,” he said, scowling, “why would he send them after people he doesn’t know.”

Eoin sighed and shook his head. “To understand that, you have to understand that magic is… those with magic are viewed by the lords as tools,” he said. He looked over at Yori. “Tools or livestock. You take good care of them, give them what they need to live: food, shelter, clothing; supply what they need to work: books and the like. However, they don’t have emotions and – and if you need one, you can simply breed the ones you already have together or find a ‘wild’ one to tame.”

“So, this lord is looking to tame us?” Yori breathed. His hands clenched into fists. “That’s barbaric! We’re – we’re people!”

“You won’t get any argument from me,” Eoin said, nodding.

protect and greet each other

Yori didn’t stop to think about his actions. He saw the shadow descend on the white haired man and ran in to stop the attack.

For his part, the stranger gasped and leapt out of the way, sliding across the thin air in the same manner that the shadows did. He drew his sword, but seemed to realize Yori’s intentions immediately. “Thank you,” he said.

Yori nodded, but before he could speak, a second shadow leapt into the fray. The white haired stranger blocked the attack with his swords. “What are they?” he asked.

“I hoped you’d know,” Yori said, smiling wanly, as he spun to face his opponent. He was back to back with the stranger. “I’m Yori Hummel, but the way.”

“Eoin Uleith,” the other said, nodding. “Nice to meet you.” Then, he smirked and parried an attack from the shadow he was fighting. “Persistent, aren’t they?”

“Just a bit,” Yori agreed.