Quote Queste: March 2016 - Just Another Boy
Miss Melody Muffin at The Splendor Falls on Castle Walls has a really cool linkup for writers that I decided to participate in. There's a new one every month!
Here are the rules for this writing challenge:
1. Take the quote below and write a short scene based on it. It can be a scene for a story you're currently writing, one you plan on writing in the future, or you can make up characters solely for this challenge.
2. Post your scene on your blog, with the banner from the top of Miss Melody's linkup and a link to her blog.
3. Go to Miss Melody's original post and leave a link to your post in the comments so the other participants can read your scene. (you're also welcome to leave a link in my comments below!)
4. Have fun!
A Queen's Guard:
Tongan’s heart pounded against his ribs, the adrenaline of the finished battle still coursing through him. The humid air reeked of blood, sweat and leather. He held out his hand to Yeuna, who slipped off her war horse and landed gently beside him. He could still feel the warmth of her hand as she let go.
“Move aside! Move,” he yelled, pushing and jabbing soldiers aside as he cleared a path for her.
Slowly the crowd opened a narrow tunnel for them to pass through. Soldiers gave the princess fierce nods; a few of the ancient ones even grinned at her. Tongan glanced at her in time to see a tiny smile touch her lips.
They reached the large circular clearing where her father and two sisters stood. The Brave King Tsoson exuded strength from his powerful, muscular build to his steely black eyes. Leather and iron armor covered his body and an iron crown embellished with blood red feathers rested on his head.
Yeuna and her sisters mirrored their father with tall builds and fierce gazes. Their long, black hair blew freely in the tepid breeze. Their long swords still dripped with blood.
“To the woman who slew the champion of the Eastern Sun Fields,” Tsoson called out in a deep, throaty voice. He lifted a bronzed hand up to the pale morning sky. “This woman who brought his head to lay at the Brave King’s feet – I give you my daughter, Yeuna!”
Wild, maniacal war cries broke out. She approached her father and bowed.
Tongan’s proud grin slowly faded. He took a few steps back, remembering his place. He was merely her personal guard. She, on the other hand, was a princess, daughter of the Brave King, and the queen of the battlefield today.
Yeuna moved to stand by her two sisters who gave her nods of deference for the occasion.
Tongan turned and walked back into the crowd. His hand still felt warm.