In other words, NaNoWriMo begins on Thursday, and I haven’t got a plot. I have the best cast ever, but nothing remotedly resembling an outline.
So, with nothing plottish to show you, I’d like you to meet the people I’ll be spending November with. They’re waiting for you. Step through this portal, and you’ll be on your way to the kingdom of Albia.
“Who are you?” A girl with cropped hair, thin in the extreme, yanks you from the bush you’d found yourself in. Fierce grey eyes glower at you as you try to wriggle out of her iron grip.
“Calm down, Rella.” A flash of red hair appears behind the girl. You make out a boy with a kind-looking face and green eyes before Rella steps between you.
She glares at the boy. “You’d let her go? A stranger? She’s probably a Truthful, just dying to run off and report us for some crime we didn’t commit.” She gives your arm a rough shake, and you try not to wince.
“A crime we didn’t commit!” she yells, right in your face, before shoving you into the bush again. Then she turns to the boy.
“I know you want to see the best of everyone, Lyle,” she says softly. “But sometimes, it’s just not possible.”
Lyle seems to struggle for words. “I’m not like that. I’m not as naïve as you think.”
“You saw what Hawke did to me.”
Rella hangs her head. “Sorry.”
A slight blonde girl you hadn’t noticed before steps up to them. “Maybe you should find that person. Apologize to them, Rella.”
Rella stares at her. “Paisleigh, I swear if vultures came to attack us, you’d play dead.”
“Oh, dear.” Rella touches Lyle’s shoulder. “I’m going.”
Two shadows melt into the distance, followed by a rapidly bobbing, shorter shape. Attempting to follow them, your foot catches on a branch. You tumble through the portal, away from Rella, Lyle and Paisleigh, away from Albia, back to the comfort of a world where people don’t get executed for meeting after dusk, where there aren’t different rules for people with different hair and eye colours.
Rella’s a decent person. She’s just… got a lot on her plate. And Paisleigh makes politicians look clever.
But this is Lyle’s story. Maybe later it’ll be Lyle and Rella’s story – that’s a story for another post.