[Write the Story] On a Quest
Prompt: On a Quest
Words: medieval, derive, molten, oar, rhythm, ears, antique, corn, daughter, yammer
Story
“Call it a journey of discovery if you don’t want to call it a quest,” Seth continued packing. “But you’re going.”
Astrid glared at her brother as she tapped the short wooden oar against her palm. “It’s a stupid, medieval ritual. I don’t see why it’s still relevant.”
That last conversation played in Astrid’s mind as she stomped through forest and field to the hidden temple of Sif, Norse goddess of the harvest, ears of corn weighing down her pack. She still didn’t get why she was doing this except she was a Viking’s daughter, and she didn’t want to listen to her family yammer on about it anymore.
Astrid’s steps fell into a ragged rhythm as she trudged around brambles and tree trunks until she burst into a n open glade leading to a rock face.
“Safe to assume the dar, creey cave hole is the way into Sif’s temple…” She clicked on her antique flashlight and headed into the dank, tight cave. “And yay. I get to leave the harvest sacrifice and earn my reward. What kind of stupid quest is this, I ask again?”
“One that will change your life if you let it.”
Astrid whirled in the tight quarters, bruising her shin as she played the weakening beam. The voice was warm, like molten caramel, but there was no one there. She couldn’t derive the source of the sound, but she kept moving forward. She pulled the corn from her pack.
“Oh, yes, you’ll do fine.” Suddenly light sprang forth and a woman approached, reaching for the offering. “I wish someone would bring pizza. Just once. Now girl, let’s see about reclaiming the earth.”
Word Count: 278
Written: 5/4/17