Title: Humility
Length: 168 Words
Summary: Back to the Golden Age. Briefly describes Lucy's brashness.
Reason to my Rhyme: This was partially a challenge of mine to write a story with no dialogue. I think it turned out okay. It was also based off the prompt "gray." Once again, it ran away with itself. Not much color in here at all.
Lucy did not take ill often. She was too vibrant and full of life to let any petty sickness drag her down. Even though she continually put herself in varying amounts of danger regarding infection or illness, she never caught anything. Her confidence swelled; she thought herself invincible in that sense.
Everyone else took it to heart as well. It was common fact that Queen Lucy was the healer and never the patient. She was barred from no sick ward, no matter how contagious or deadly the disease. Lucy remained untouched.
This was the reason why no one, not even Lucy herself, knew she was ill—until she rose from her bench with the others to applaud Peter's sword work, turned the color of cold ashes, and collapsed to the ground, muscles convulsing even in her unconscious state. Two terrifying weeks later, she was out of danger and, for the first time in her thirteen years, thoroughly humbled.
Her valiance returned much more quickly than her siblings' nerves.
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For those of you waiting ever so patiently for the next chapter of Graced, hang on because it'll be a bit longer. Not too very much, hopefully. See, on top of doing some experimentation in the next chapter to get into each character's voice a bit better, I have end of year stress getting piled on me all of a sudden, and on top of that, our middle school burned down. You can read about it in my brand-new, only used once as of now, Live Journal account. Yeah, I have a blog now, finally. Go to www. thebeastherself. livejournal. com, without the spaces of course. And if you see a Questing Beast, Glatisant, The Beast Herself, or Lady Pendragon around another site anywhere, it just might be me!
Long story short, while the stress of what to do with the displaced middle grades continues, I'm almost too worn out to write. Almost. A little more time and I should have it.