Week 2: Story Chain

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This time we're working on a story chain. I had a lot of fun with this and it has been a pleasure to work in collaboration with such talented writers! For the post before mine, click here. Or click here to start at the very beginning of our tale!

The holly bush in Dio’s front yard broke her clumsy fall from the sky. Still, not too shabby for her first time in the air. She scrambled up from the bush; plucking sharp leaves from her dress and hair. Her dress was wrecked, torn and covered in grease and soot from the motorcycle earlier.

But the dress would have to wait; she had more important things to contend with. She marched into the house, straight to the study. It took her all of a second to realize the book wasn’t there. She quickly scanned the bookshelf again, searching for its purple cover, her fingers tapping the empty space where she could have sworn she’d left it.

Without the book how would she ever get out of this mess? She sagged to the floor. It was over. Hopeless.

Then an idea came to her. One she quickly shooed away. She wouldn’t, couldn’t do what she was thinking. Her father had died getting her out of there--poisoned from the toxin of a fairy bite. He was the one who’d saved her from the creatures in Nefnia Forest, from the makers of the Wish Granter book.   She couldn’t go back, asking for help, not now, especially with the book she’d stolen from them having gone missing.

“They’ll surely kill me,” Dio whispered into the empty room. She shook her head.  She had to try. This time would be different; she was stronger now, she’d arm herself with salt, she’d use her light. They really hate the light.

And then they’d be forced to do her bidding, they would have to help her find her parents.

Dio slowly came to her feet and headed upstairs to change. She picked her outfit carefully. A t-shirt and shorts, sneakers. Light and unrestrictive, the perfect attire for the task ahead. She knew once she hit the sandy bank at the edge the forest, she’d be running as if her life depended on it. 

My assignment was: With the knowledge the MC has gained (see last post) help her make a plan to get what she wants. Your words are: bank, t-shirt, salt. 

Click here to continue the story!