Last promise to keep.
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writing_shadowsDey sat with her back to the door of the room where Aria had been put. She stared into thin air, trying to work out what had happened in the last two hours.
Suddenly there was a crash, and the wall in front of her exploded into a shower of white shards. Dey stood up, lightening crackling around her form as she prepared to defend her motley mate.
And then she was backing away, cringing in terror as the huntsman walked towards her. She met the wall and curled up into a small ball, whimpering as he strode past her, ignoring her as though she wasn’t even there.
And then Aria was gone.
”I banish all of Aria’s motley from London!” Mr Sleet was ranting when she managed to struggle through the broken building to find the others. She opened her mouth, and then shrugging, she turned and left before he saw her.
She walked to Quasimodo’s, and found her camper van. She ignored the curious looks from the car park attendant as she checked her map, and drove up the ramp.
Two hours later she was sat in a service station. She’d sent a text to Toby and he’d called her back so that was sorted. She’d sent an e-mail to Astreea, Bram and Flux; and then one to the pub staff. She then sent an e-mail to her solicitor instructing him to sell the pub.
She left a stack of empty crockery on the table and drove off into the night down the motorway. When the waitress cleared the table she found a mobile sim card snapped in half, and the shattered remains of the phone neatly piled into a cup.
Suddenly there was a crash, and the wall in front of her exploded into a shower of white shards. Dey stood up, lightening crackling around her form as she prepared to defend her motley mate.
And then she was backing away, cringing in terror as the huntsman walked towards her. She met the wall and curled up into a small ball, whimpering as he strode past her, ignoring her as though she wasn’t even there.
And then Aria was gone.
”I banish all of Aria’s motley from London!” Mr Sleet was ranting when she managed to struggle through the broken building to find the others. She opened her mouth, and then shrugging, she turned and left before he saw her.
She walked to Quasimodo’s, and found her camper van. She ignored the curious looks from the car park attendant as she checked her map, and drove up the ramp.
Two hours later she was sat in a service station. She’d sent a text to Toby and he’d called her back so that was sorted. She’d sent an e-mail to Astreea, Bram and Flux; and then one to the pub staff. She then sent an e-mail to her solicitor instructing him to sell the pub.
She left a stack of empty crockery on the table and drove off into the night down the motorway. When the waitress cleared the table she found a mobile sim card snapped in half, and the shattered remains of the phone neatly piled into a cup.
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Date: 2009-10-12 06:22 pm (UTC)ARGH!
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Date: 2009-10-12 06:46 pm (UTC)Oops ...