z

Young Writers Society


The Chronicles of Little Volant



User avatar
93 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 2832
Reviews: 93
Wed Dec 23, 2015 1:14 am
~Volant~ says...



Here begins my quest to become a knight! Such a special occasion, indeed!



In the wide, white expanse, the wintry silence is disturbed by a quiet shuffling. A good sized lump in the smooth snow wiggles experimentally. The silence settles in for a moment, before--

Powfff!!

Volant explodes out of the snow with a violent gasp. Panting loudly, she scrambles for the edge of the green forests on elbows and knees, plowing a messy seam through the untouched winter. Finally, she reaches the cover of the trees. Here, the trees were too thick for the snow to fall through, and the ground is warm and spongy with pine needles. She sits for a moment, breathless, until the adrenaline demanded release.

A vocal release

"...Aaaaaaaaaugh!" she shouts. That was close! She could've frozen to death!

It's time to get moving. She doesn't want to end up falling asleep again.

"Zounds, how embarrassing!" She mumbles. "Good thing there was no one around to see that." She would never be knighted if this continued!

She gets up and shakes off the white clumps which cling to her hair and rough winter clothes. Her quarterstaff is still strapped to her back, thankfully, though with the straps frozen solid, it takes a bit of muscle to get loose. Then, leaning heavily on her quarterstaff, she heads back into the shadowy woods.

Where are we going?
  








Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
— Brené Brown