As you can tell, I will do almost anything for a title that alliterates sometimes.
In the last fortnight I’ve been really happy with my progress on my works in progress. I’ve been focusing mainly on the project I mentioned last week which we’ll refer to as SSHK for short. Here’s some photographic evidence of my progress! 🙂 Of course, I’ve had other things happening, being on exchange in Scotland and all but you can find out about that on my travel blog. 🙂
The math for today’s WIPpet is admittedly a tad arbitrary. It’s the 11th. I wrote these words today. Therefore it’s relevant to the date (and horrendously unedited). Woo.
Ashada started, his rheumy eyes springing open. In the centre of the cavernous room, the Sacred Fire burned brightly. Bright blue flames leapt from the large goblet-shaped plinth, reaching towards the roof.
Ashada fell on his knees before the Flame. Touching his forehead to the marble floor, he began to pray.
“Keeper of the Flame,” a sibilant voice sounded from the fire, “Arise and listen.”
Ashada scrambled to his feet as swiftly as his creaking bones would allow. He fetched the wax tablet which lay beside his chair, his hands shaking. Twenty years he had waited, twenty years for the Fire to speak, for the Four to be named.
“Va mashi, the sorcerer. Kalegos of Lygea. Va lajek, the solider. Maisha of Lahiba. Va jikar, the healer. Itsak of Werari.”
The voice went silent and the blue flames faded back to their normal size. Ashada frowned. The Flame had not named the fourth. It had not named the king.