Reaver

I wrote this short fantasy piece for the Writing Adventure Group topic: Habits.

As was his habit, Krel came to his private gallery to think. He walked among the delicate hovering globes and tapped the thin glass with an extended claw. The souls within shimmered as a perfect tones echoed off the stone walls. Each orb would produce a different note, dependant not on its shell, but the timbre of the human life within.

Even he, a reaver, could not identify what characteristic evoked a particular sound, but his knowledge of the fleshy pink creatures was limited to their last moments of life. Nor would the artisan soul-blowers know. He employed only the best of their profession, and they worked only for him, expanding his collection as he harvested new human ore.

The newest of his collection still struggled within their confinement. He stroked the cool glass with the dark green flesh of his palm. A smile played across his gnarled lips. He had not known the female was with child when he coaxed her essence from her body, but another, tiny flicker came with her. The challenge had delighted the soul-blowers: how to encase two as one, and yet still keep the casing thin and the sound clear. It had been tried before, and always with disastrous results. But no two souls were as intimately connected as a mother and child, and the results had stunned them all. He had considered giving this one to the clan warchief, but found he could not part with the pair. They danced and swirled together, blending their blue and golden light, then flying apart in a constant dance. It filled him with pure delight.

The thoughts of the warchief reminded Krel of the decision he had to make. He turned toward the door, grateful for the moment of respite. His heavy boots thudded against the stone floor as he strode with purpose to the stairwell. He knew what he had to do.

Thumbnail artwork © India Drummond
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8 comments

  1. What did he do?!?!?!?!?

    This is great!! I loved it! More please!!

    p.s. hope you are feeling better!

    Take care
    x

  2. Oooooooo…I loved this. You should definately expand on it and let me know when you’re done so I can read it! I love getting into the bad-guy’s mind. In many cases, what’s going on in their minds is more interesting than the protagonist. Nice going! I’m hooked.

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  3. Great scene. You made it very real in such a very short space. Awesome :)

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  4. I love the words you choose for this scene! Wonderful writing :)

  5. Good lord, girl, when you recover, YOU RECOVER. This is splendid! I want the rest. When will there be more?

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  6. Fun story, India. Keep going.

  7. Oh, creepy! Hope this is a story you’re working on ;)

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  8. Thank you all so much for the positive response! I don’t have a plan or an outline or anything, just this feeling that says, “Hmm, I could do something with this.”

    @Kate When?? When??? You should know better than to ask an author that question. :) As a Certain Highlander says when he’s asked about any timeline, “It takes as long as it takes.”

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