[Original] Drabble 001
Aug. 18th, 2010 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beaslaysWriter's block lately. So...I've been looking around for prompts. The prompt for this piece is from ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
15_minute_ficlets, Prompt 42.
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He watches as the boy weaves his way through enemy after enemy, performing an intricate dance with his body and blades. Yannesse cannot tear his eyes from the show, drawn in with some sort of morbid fascination. The boy reminds him of himself in his youth, and Yannesse knows, he knows this is the boy he has been waiting for.
He stands, waving his hand and letting the image in the bowl of water dissipate. The water becomes clear again, no longer a window into another time, another place. Turning, Yannesse makes his way across the room, past the shelves filled with the many trinkets and toys he had acquired over the past years.
Rune. That is the boy's name. He knows this, because he has been watching the boy for some time now. He knows this, because he named the boy himself, after his own primary title.
He wants the boy to grow, and he sees, oh so very well, that the boy has all the capacity to grow beyond what he is now, to become what Yannesse himself has become.
The boy is so much like himself.
He smiles as he presses the buzzer on the wall.
"Send for Wings. I have a job for her."
He doesn't bother listening to the affirmation that comes from the small speaker, because he knows. He knows his top general and dearest friend will not fail him.
She will take the boy and shape him into what Yannesse needs him to be.
'This is going to be an interesting year...' he muses to himself as he settles down near the bowl again. The water becomes opaque with colors, images. He is watching the boy again.
He tries not to think about how he has been saying the same thing for the past one thousand years.
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15_minute_ficlets, Prompt 42.- - - - -
He watches as the boy weaves his way through enemy after enemy, performing an intricate dance with his body and blades. Yannesse cannot tear his eyes from the show, drawn in with some sort of morbid fascination. The boy reminds him of himself in his youth, and Yannesse knows, he knows this is the boy he has been waiting for.
He stands, waving his hand and letting the image in the bowl of water dissipate. The water becomes clear again, no longer a window into another time, another place. Turning, Yannesse makes his way across the room, past the shelves filled with the many trinkets and toys he had acquired over the past years.
Rune. That is the boy's name. He knows this, because he has been watching the boy for some time now. He knows this, because he named the boy himself, after his own primary title.
He wants the boy to grow, and he sees, oh so very well, that the boy has all the capacity to grow beyond what he is now, to become what Yannesse himself has become.
The boy is so much like himself.
He smiles as he presses the buzzer on the wall.
"Send for Wings. I have a job for her."
He doesn't bother listening to the affirmation that comes from the small speaker, because he knows. He knows his top general and dearest friend will not fail him.
She will take the boy and shape him into what Yannesse needs him to be.
'This is going to be an interesting year...' he muses to himself as he settles down near the bowl again. The water becomes opaque with colors, images. He is watching the boy again.
He tries not to think about how he has been saying the same thing for the past one thousand years.
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