February 1st: Joy - Let's start off with a dramatic moment: Your characters are celebrating a victorious battle!
I am not sticking to the word limits here. Well, not stringently. This, for example, was 100 words, but I've got 200 here. If it's longer I may go longer. If it's shorter I may go shorter. The chapter lengths are gonna be super variable is what I'm saying :D
Also I do not know all the prompts ahead of time so I have no idea where this story is going to go! Come on a wild ride with me to find out over the month of Feb :D
Huge thank you to DeeJayMil for helping me out with Toddler!Tien. I'm not super familiar with writing toddlers and she's, as always, super helpful and wonderful.
Chiaotzu kept his face carefully blank, his mouth flat and his eyes distant. Master Shen was sitting beside him, his mouth twisted in a cruel smirk. Tucked into a bundle of cloth wrapped tight around the Crane Hermit's chest was a large sum of Zenii.
He had won another tournament. He had managed without brutalising the other fighters too badly, but had been forced to break the other finalist's ankle to avoid Shen's wrath.
They arrived back at the Crane School. Shen went to his room to put away the winnings, leaving Chiaotzu to head back to his room.
He kept up his blank façade until the door to his room was shut. Then his lips turned down at the corners, his forehead leaning on the wood. The crack of the man's ankle still rang in his ears, making his head hurt.
Then a small hand gripped the back of his surcoat, twisting in the thick material.
"Chaozu here! Chaozu won?"
A small but genuine smile spread over Chiaotzu's face. He turned and lifted the triclops into his arms. The toddler giggled as the telepath hugged him close and leaned his cheek on the boy's head.
"Yes, Tien. I won…"