Welcome! This month I’m writing a small story each day to try to brainstorm a future full-length novel, a sequel to my current WIP Memories and Magic.
Today’s prompt is: Myth
“The Magic Guard may not have apprehended you during your months in Racharan, but they have apprehended others,” Rikard said. “What a coup for the descendents of the Racharan magicians if they had the all-powerful monarch of Thelidon on their side.
“That is complete bollocks!” Clara exclaimed, slamming her hands down on the table and rising slightly as she glared around at the Racharan officials. With the use of the slang, Max heard Clara’s accent momentarily slip into the working class accent she had had during their time in Racharan. Murmurs made their way around the room; the Racharan officials had noticed, too.
“It seems you would have fit in there quite well,” Rikard remarked, an eyebrow raised.
Clara frowned, slid her hands from the table, and took a moment to compose herself. “Mr Voidsun, during the months I lived in Racharan, I had no memory of who I was or why I was there. Using me as an information gatherer would have been quite useless. And if I may say so, the reasons why I was there have been made quite clear. Anyone can verify them.”
“And yet, you still remember everything you learned of our country while you were there. And you were not there unaccompanied.”
“Are you suggesting that Max and Jana were undercover operatives for one of your rebel groups?”
“I’m suggesting nothing. I’m only noting the coincidence between your time in exile in our country and the upsurge in rebels trying to infiltrate our borders again.”
“You can note all you like, Mr Voidsun. It doesn’t stop the fact that all of it is speculation. Fabrication. A complete myth.”
“My government’s investigations haven’t finished yet,” Voidsun replied. “We shall see.”