Posts tagged ‘Marcus’

Unexpected

Prompt: without sense of time lost

Anders settled down in the cover of the trees with a sigh of relief. “I was afraid we wouldn’t make it,” he said, shaking his head.

“Me too,” Josiah said. He shook his head and growled. “That sand got into everything! It’s so itchy!”

Grimacing, Anders looked at Marcus. “How is he?” he asked, looking at the person they’d rescued. He noted the soft features and the gentle curves of the body and blinked in surprise. Then he said, “Rather… how is she?”

“I think she hit her head,” Marcus said, as he finished settling her in. He frowned. “What’s a little thing like her doing all the way out here?”

“Hopefully,” Fiona replied, “that’s something we’ll learn when she wakes.”

Anders merely nodded in agreement. It remained to be seen if the girl would even wake. Besides her concussion, there was no telling how long she’d lain out in the sandstorm. Anders prayed the Fates would protect her.

Sandstorm

Prompt: wanderer broken down before the wind

Anders squinted against the wind that was stirring sand and dust up from the roadway. “Should we seek shelter?” he called, glancing back at the others.

Josiah was clinging to Marcus, hiding his face. His ears were pinned and his tail was curled between his legs. Fiona was covering her face, except for her eyes. Marcus was the only one who seemed unbothered by the wind.

“There may be shelter in those trees up ahead,” he said, pointing ahead of them.

Anders nodded and turned back the way they were walking. He nodded and pressed onward. He stumbled and fell with a startled cry. When he turned around, he saw a huddled form, half-buried in the sand.

He brushed off the sand and called, “Marcus! Help me out here!”

Soon, they had the person up off the ground and they were moving towards the copse of trees that Marcus had spotted. They could check their patient better when they weren’t fighting against the wind.

The sweet sound that calls

Prompt: the call of sea, stars and sky

“What made you want to travel?” Anders said, looking over at Marcus. Of the four of them, he seemed to be the only one who’d chosen a life on the road. “Were you seeking adventure or was it something else?”

“I grew up in a little town,” Marcus said. He shook his head. “After a while, it got to feeling cramped – like I could never really be myself there. I felt like I needed to see everything, so I left.”

Anders nodded. “Sometimes, people will leave the Gardens and go out to sea,” he said, his eyes getting a far away look, as if he were seeing those young people setting out on their ships. “It’s said that they hear a voice calling to them on the wind and they need to find out what it is.”

Say What?

Prompt: grin like a dog

They were walking along the sidewalk in front of the row of houses. It was early yet. People were just beginning to stir. Anders heard a call from above and then a splash as water hit the ground and splattered across the back of his cloak.

He turned to see Josiah. His ears were pinned and his tail was lashing angrily. He was soaked. The water had just missed him. Josiah had not been so fortunate. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“No,” Josiah wailed. He shook himself, sending water in all directions. Marcus chuckled, earning a glare. “I’m soaked to the skin and you stand there, grinning like a dog! What’s so funny?”

“You – you shook off,” Marcus said, waving at him, as if it were obvious.

“I’m wet!” Josiah replied, his tone petulant.

Fiona hid a laugh and said, “Grinning like a dog?”

Josiah sighed. “You might say… like a fool?” he ventured.

Anders smirked. “We might,” he said. Clearly Josiah was even more feline than he appeared to be.

Making Plans

Prompt: where we will, we’ll roam

“Did you have any specific destination in mind?” Marcus said, his brows furrowing slightly.

Anders arched a brow at him. “My task is to see the world, Marcus,” he said. A faint smile touched his lip and he waved at the open road. “South,” he said, “We go south and, what we see, we see.”

“That’s a no,” Fiona said, smiling. She looked at Marcus. “Have you heard of anything in the south that you’d like to see?”

Marcus looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he smiled. “We’ll know when we get there, I suppose.”

A Meal for the King

Prompt: Off the beaten path I reign

“What made you think you could trespass on my lands?” a low, dangerous voice said. A tall, broad form stood, blocking their path through the narrow canyon.

Josiah gave a small cry and ducked behind Marcus, who drew his sword. Knives seemed to appear out of nowhere in Fiona’s hands. Anders arched an eyebrow. “Your land,” he repeated. “How very interesting. What, pray tell, do you call this land of yours?”

“Mine!” It stepped into the light and Anders realized it was an ogre. “I am king here. I eat all who pass through my land.”

“Well,” Anders said. “We don’t want to be eaten, so perhaps we should leave.” He gave a mocking bow and said, “Your majesty.”

Not There Yet

Prompt: longer ways to go

“Why’d they send you on this mission anyway?” Marcus asked, as they made their way through a forest. “I mean… see the world? Report back on what you find? That’s sort of a tall order for one person.”

“I suppose,” Anders said, nodding. He shrugged and gave Marcus a wan smile. “Captain Hummel felt I needed a change of scenery. Things… happened and I was partially to blame. My own actions brought about the death of a woman for which I cared very deeply.”

“A change of scenery is going to change nothing,” Fiona said, her brows furrowing. “The woman is still dead.”

“It’s given me a new perspective,” Anders said. His eyes lost focus for a moment and he added, “It also gave me a chance for a fresh start. I can… leave my guilt behind.”

“Have you?” Josiah asked, his ears twitched and he tilted his head to one side. “Have you left it behind yet?”

“Not quite,” Anders admitted. “It’s sort of a work in progress.”

Making Observations

Prompt: Wild heart, child heart

Fiona tried to hide her amusement as she watched Marcus and Josiah make their way down the road that led the countryside. One was the sort who said exactly what was on his mind because he didn’t care what others thought. The other did the same, but because he didn’t know any better. The result was sparks that were fun to watch.

“Stop arguing,” Anders called. There was no anger in his tone – not even annoyance. There was, in fact just a hint of amusement. “Honestly,” he added, “You’ve just met, but you bicker like brothers already.”

In the Hands of the Fates

Prompt: home is where we are not

“So,” Fiona said, glancing around at Marcus, Josiah and Anders, “where is everyone from?”

Anders smiled faintly. “Larisa is how the land is called now,” he said. “Our lord married the lady of the territory to our south, combining the lands. It used to be known as Vidheim and Sylvanis Patris.”

“I’ve heard of those lands,” Marcus said, nodding. He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “I hail from Ayaria. I left to make a name for myself.”

Josiah blinked. “I’ve spent… all I can remember is Arabel,” he said, sounding a bit sad. “I wasn’t born here, but it’s the only land I can remember living in. It’s not… home.”

Fiona nodded. “I’m from Tirna Nog,” she said. She looked thoughtful and said, “Seems none of us are where we would consider our homes to be.”

Anders smiled. “The Fates brought us together for a reason,” he said. “Perhaps they wish us to make our own home in a new place.” He stood and added, “In any case, we can’t do that by standing still. Home is not here, therefore, let us find it elsewhere.”

Getting Going

Prompt: he who travels fastest goes alone

“I don’t remember it taking this long before,” Anders mused, as he sipped his tea.

Fiona frowned at him. “What’s that?” she asked.

Anders looked over at her, his brow furrowing. “When I first started this journey, I would set out at first light,” he said. “Now, here it is mid-morning and we aren’t any closer to leaving this inn.”

Fiona smiled, then. “I don’t mind,” she said. Glancing out at the street, she said, “In spite of the dustup yesterday, I like it here. I’d like to see more of the city before we set out.”

“I suppose,” Anders said, also looking outside. He tilted his head to one side. “I just can’t help wondering why it takes longer to get going now, that’s all.”

“Well,” Marcus said, as he settled down at the table, “I’m guessing you set out alone?” When Anders nodded, he laughed. “Harder to get four people moving in the same direction at the same time, my friend.”

A faint smile played at Anders’ lips. “I suppose there is truth in that,” he said. “I must say, though I wish we were on the road already, I would gladly trade that speed for your company.”