You’ve Been Challenged – Round 2

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In 800 to 1000 words, provide a story for this picture. Try to tie it into your current work in progress.

His hand flew through the air as he overbalanced and stumbled into the space his target had just occupied.  Staying on his feet through instinct, he stopped to look around.  His disbelief plain on his face.

I haven’t missed my target since early in my Arena career.  I am going to have to get some more practice time… Where am I?  The strange surroundings finally registered as he heard the soft lapping waves on the beach, the harsh calls of the gulls.  He forced himself to stand tall and remain calm.  Where ever he was, he was not where he thought he should be.

The faint sounds of running feet drew him toward the dunes lining the back of the beach as the sun settled behind the clouds, and his eyes quit screaming about the unexpected glare.  He tried to follow the sounds, but they were soon lost in the gentle hissing of the water as it lapped at the beach.  He turned in place, hoping that he was only experiencing one of Raonal’s illusions, but the natural scents that permeated the air could not have come from the pit, not even with the Di’tang’s abilities.

With a sigh, he pushed his confusion to the back of his mind, and began once more to search for his quarry.  That Leukreschen had been fast, and the few taps that had gotten through proved he knew his way around a fight.  If he could be captured, he would be a worthy addition to Nameless’ growing stable.  Not to mention, he might actually be able to knock the Web blinded shifter into being sensible.

Once more he looked down, reading the deep gouges in the soft sands of the beach correctly.  His quarry had indeed run from where they had appeared.

Nameless followed the spore until it vanished.  It did not disappear into the nearby grasses, it vanished.

Slightly upset from losing his target, Nameless returned to where he had appeared.  With a glance at the horizon to verify the sun was indeed going down, he dredged up an old routine from his earliest memories.  Without anyone to drive him, he took off running down the beach in the softest sand he could find.  For many glass he pushed himself, feeling the freedom of movement without having to worry about his Silk’s ability to keep up or needing to stop.  When he grew tired, he pushed himself even harder, knowing that he had lost his edge.

He did not question why he was here, or how he was going to reclaim his Silks.  He only knew that abrupt changes like this meant that he would once again be fighting for his life.  This is the way it had always been for him, and so far life had not yet proven any different.  Even with his freedom, everytime he had a radical change in his environment, it was always the same.  This time, he was going to be ready.  He would not be found wanting again.

This time, he would honor Her, and prove he was still worthy of her favor.  He would come home with a Stable of fighters that would feed her Children for annuals to come.  But, first, he had to regain his edge.

 

The picture above was posted by Lynda Anne Ramirez in one of my groups on Facebook.  It was for a duel to come up with a flash fiction piece associated with our own books or works in progress.  The scene described is from my current WIP Into the Sunlits which is the third book in the Followers of Torments series.  If you are interested in reading more, please feel free to check out the first two books on either Amazon or Smashwords.

Out of the Darkness:                  Remember the Shadows:
Smashwords                                       Smashwords
Amazon                                             Amazon

Out of the Darkness is the first book in the Followers of Torments series. He was born for one purpose, trained to win, conditioned to survive. Join with the nameless Fighter as he struggles to win his freedom.
Out of the Darkness is the first book in the Followers of Torments series.
He was born for one purpose, trained to win, conditioned to survive. Join with the nameless Fighter as he struggles to win his freedom.
Nameless, a Silk turned Runner continues his personal struggle to define his place in society. With his first Silks, he attempts to change the system from within through the very means he despises, but fate hands him an unwelcome reward for his efforts. Will the oaths he made to himself, his goddess, and his Silks provide enough direction for him to succeed when all else fails?
Nameless, a Silk turned Runner continues his personal struggle to define his place in society. With his first Silks, he attempts to change the system from within through the very means he despises, but fate hands him an unwelcome reward for his efforts. Will the oaths he made to himself, his goddess, and his Silks provide enough direction for him to succeed when all else fails?
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