Lorelei and Vyrrn

I'm going to pretend that I've already written that awkward first post, and just skip over it completely.

Today, I shall introduce you to a little bit of my writing style with a clip with a scene from my Lorelei story. If you haven't already read my synopsis of sorts from this story, I suggest you hop right over to the 'My Stories' tab. Or just click on this. Don't worry. We'll wait for you.


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Under the seeeeeeeaaa!!! Under the seaaaaaaa!!!! Darlin' it's better down where it's wetter, take it from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Huh? What? Oh. Back to work.
So anyways, now that you know a little bit about Lorelei and Vyrrn, here's the scene where Lorelei and Vyrrn are getting to know each other a bit (actually the first scene I wrote)
A couple of people have asked me, (including my dad, how awkward) if this is a romance. I immediately get defensive, because I personally dislike the idea of anyone who writes about something they know nothing about, and I take it to mean that they believe I would stoop to such a low level (I think I just insulted myself?)  But no, curious and mislead readers, Vyrrn and Lorelei are not romantically involved in any way. Just kill that idea right now. *squish*
Maybe it would have helped if I would have told you that Lorelei is in her mid-teens while Vyrrn is a decade older. At least.

And without any more ado, I present to you: The Scene That Started It All


“Vyrrn,” I asked, “why do you have two beds if you live alone?”

He sighed deeply and sat for a moment.

“Because,” he replied slowly, “I didn’t always live alone. My mother used to live with me.”

“What happened to her?” I asked quietly, not wanting to upset him. He met my gaze.

“She… she was abducted. By a gang of ruffians. I don’t know what they wanted. But I fear she is no longer living.” I was horrified.

“But, didn’t you search for her?”

“I did,” he responded, “But not too long after I set out after them, I came across a girl in the forest. She was nearly dead from exhaustion and the cold. She had collapsed about two miles away from here.” He looked down at the rough-hewn floorboards. “I knew what my mother would have wanted me to do. So, I carried the girl back to this house and nursed her back to health as best I knew how.” I stared at him.

“You gave up hope of ever finding your mother.”

“I saved a life.”

“Vyrrn, I-” He cut me short.

“Don’t thank me, please. I don’t-” He searched for the right words for a moment. “If I had left you there to die, I could not have lived with myself.” We both fell silent, immersed in our own thoughts. In a moment, he broke the silence. “Now it’s my turn to ask; who are you?” I had known the question was inevitable, yet I dreaded it. I waited as long as I could, then took a deep breath.

“Lorelei.” I said reluctantly. “Princess Lorelei.” It was his turn to stare. He gave a short laugh, and reached out to feel my forehead. “I’m not sick,” I protested, “I’m telling the truth.”

“I’m sorry.” he said sheepishly. “But can you really expect me to believe that?”

“I can prove it!” I continued. I felt my neck for the chain that hung around it, but all I felt was bare skin. I gasped. “My pendant!”

“Wait!” he stood. “I have that. In your delirium you kept tearing at it, so I took it off.” He retrieved it from the table and placed it in my hands. I pressed on the gold filigreed edge and a tiny clasp unlatched. Inside was the King’s seal with one of the royal jewels embedded in it. I had owned the pendant since infancy.

“See!” I crowed triumphantly and showed it to him. He gave a low whistle and reached for it carefully.

“Stolt’s beard.” he said, awed.

“Believe me now?” I laughed. He handed it back.

“Absolutely.” he responded slowly. “Your Majesty.” 

 

 

I know. That was really short. That's the other thing I forgot to mention, I'm not good at writing long scenes. I'm too critical of myself. But I'm getting better!!!

What'd you think?

Should I win some sort of award for this? You're most definitely right.

Should I burn it with fire and then with nitro-glycerin and then throw it over Niagara Falls? You're probably right there too. But I'm writing. And one day my work will pay off. And then you'll be at a bookstore, waiting in a 357 person line to get your copy of my latest book signed.

 

What can I say? I'm creative xD

 

Orevwa, dear readers.

~Margaret