In Dreams of Trees : Summer Nights

Wordcount: 300
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Wordwar, Sara and Nathan talk about the point of it all.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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Summer Nights

“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?” Sara asked Nathan one night, looking up sty stars above a campfire in a world that they’d just started trading with.

“Here-here, or in the city here, or just in general here?”

“In the city here,” said Sara. “I mean, we’re not like Blue and we’re not like Brian, the city doesn’t need us, but we found our way in anyways. What does that say about us, or the city?”

“I think she’s lonely, sometimes.” said Nathan. “I remember the pull of the door, like I was looking for something I had lost. It was so insistent that I didn’t notice what I was doing until I ran into Brian and his team.”

“What were they doing in your world?” asked Sara, confused. “I though they only hunted in the corrupted worlds.”

“Ah, yeah,” said Nathan, with a yawn, “sometimes they go recruiting too.”

“What?” said Sara. “I though only White’s group kidnapped people.”

“It wasn’t kidnapping, not really,” said Nathan, “they just opened the door and waited to see if anyone would show up.”

“And you did,” said Sara.

“Yup, and when I saw the door I’m not sure if I even realized what it was or what they were offering me, but I had to step through, had to find what it was I was missing.”

“Did you?” asked Sara.

“No.” said Nathan with a sigh, “I never found out what it was that caused that need to get in, never figured out what the city had that I needed or what I had that the city needed.”

“Maybe it was nothing.” said Sara. “Maybe you’re right and she’s just lonely.”

“Makes me feel better about it at least,” said Nathan. “I’d rather that I was useful instead of a mistake.”

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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