More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.
This follows from last week’s snippet.
“We also hear that there are dangers here that are worse than anything in the Wilds,”
“For one such as you, answering a Call, most likely,” he replied. “But don’t worry. When you go into the city I’ll come along.” She started to protest but he shook his head and held up a hand. “No arguments. You’ll need someone to guide you.”
He could see her accept the fact that she was not going to win this argument. “Thank you. You’re probably right.”
“Of course he is,” a new voice said. “Veren is as knowledgeable in the ways of the city as you are in the ways of the Wilds.”
Veren turned and smiled, feeling his heart swell. “You are too kind,” he murmured, then glanced at Kestra to see her reaction.
I thought maybe I should post a bit of an explanation/blurb in progress for you to give you some sort of idea about the world I’m playing in for this:
Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.
Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.
Almost no one.
There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.
There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.
And, gradually, a balance was achieved.
Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.
In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.
But also in the cities, magic remained.
Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population.
Veren was one such human.
Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden.
Jopie was one such child.
And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.
Kestra was one such person.
(Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)
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4 responses to “Sunday Snippet, February 16, 2020”
I wonder who the new voice belongs to. I get the impression it’s someone significant.
Interesting that Veren doesn’t seem worried about the new voice. Good snippet, PT.
Given that Veren’s not worried, I’m assuming it’s someone he trusts. But can Kestra? I doubt she’d be all that willing.
Enjoyed the snippet! The smooth flow of your words always carries me along and I feel like I’m there in the world you’ve created…can’t wait for more!