Journal pythorlh's Journal: Writing Assignment 2
Well, this was written based on "muddy creek", and some old ideas I had bouncing around in my head. It's way too short, because I forgot my memory stick with the story on it at work all weekend, and I don't have time to work on it today at work. Enjoy.
Edward followed the wizard into the brush near the road. Steven harrumped, but said nothing.
"We need to find a place for the night. I want to set up camp, and it'll be dark soon. I need some water for soup."
"Can't you just create water with your magic?" Edward asked.
"No. Now get over here. I hear water back there. It should be as good a place as any. Lead the mule."
Edward pulled the mules lead, and miraculously, it followed him. The mule was much better behaved than the ones back home on the farm. Which, was more than could be said for Steven.
"How do you expect me to ride into that?" he yelled to the disappearing figureof the wizard.
" I don't. Get down and lead the horse. Just like he's leading the mule. It'd do you good to walk on your own two feet for a change."
Grumbling, Steven dismounted. After grabbing the horse's lead, he roughly pushed past Edward, heading in the direction of the wiazard's voice. Edward followed behind. Soon, they reached a clearing beside a muddy creek.
"Don't bother to tie him off. He knows better than to wander off. I hope the same is true of you. What's your name again?"
"Edward, sir."
"Right. Well then, Edward, I am Lorien. You may call me sir, Master Lorien, or just master, if you prefer. I'm not really the one who is to teach you this stuff, but I see no point in leaving you ignorant for the length of our travel. Go gather some firewood, and we'll talk about it over dinner. Steven, go fill this pot from the creek." As he said this, Master Lorien was gathering rocks to produce a fire ring, and removing various items from his pack.
"Yes, sir, Master Lorien."
Edward left the clearing, glad to have a purpose that he understood. As he gathered fallen limbs, he considered his position.
I can't run away. They'd just find me. Likely they'd take back the guild price from Da, too. Besides, the Huntsmen wouldn't take me now. I'm sure Daryl's heard what happened, and he bring me back here himself.
By the time he had returned, Master Lorien had set up a cookstand over the fire ring, and was slicing roots into the pot. Steven had taken off the mare's saddle, and was pulling items from his pack.
"There you are... Bring some over here. That's right." As Edward dropped a few limbs into the ring, a look of concentration came over Lorien's face. A second later, the wood burst into flame, startling the boy. "Oh," exclamed the wizard, "Sorry about that. I suppose I should have warned you. Well, anyway, I'll have some soup ready in a few minutes."
"Now then, you'll recall that I told you that I can't just create water. Yes?"
Edward nodded. Steven looked on from the other side of the fire, with a faint look of contempt on his face.
"You see, magic is a lot like water. You can use magic in a lot of different ways, and you need some just to nourish you and keep you strong. But... You have to have the magic to do it. It has to be there. And to create somethign, there has to be a lot of it. Starting the fire is simple. YOu find the magic, you pull it in, and you turn it into heat. Heat is one of the easiest things to do. Well, for me anyway. Some people have different skills, but heat is easy for most. Where was I?"
Edward just stared at him, confused.
pretty good (Score:2)
Bravo. (Score:1)
I've got another recording for AoR. Look forward to some more updates tonight.
I had someone give me some feedback in person...so, no more play-by-plays. There are fights, certainly, but I'm going to keep them fluid, if not necessarily brief.