A Wind Called Fate
Part I: Riding the Wind
A Mummies Alive! Fanfic
I can't remember when exactly I fell in love with chariots. Perhaps at the festivals of my childhood, watching the races. Perhaps the few times father allowed me to ride in the one that our neighbor owned. But chariots were my obsession.
I didnt have many friends among the village children, especially not among the other girls. My mother died when I was very young, and my father raised me. He apologized when I was fourteen, saying he'd raised me more like a boy than a girl. I told him I was proud of who I was, and always would be. I didn't care what other people thought of me. So on my fifteenth birthday he gave me a chariot of my own. It was wooden, and a little broken down, but but to me it was delight itself. Every day after I'd completed my chores I'd ride it around our farm and in the nearby mountains. I came to love chariots all the more. It was like riding the wind.
The world changed when I was eighteen. The nobleman who ruled our land saw me riding the chariot. He came to see my father the next day, but I was ordered to stay outside. Curiousity got the better of me, and I listened from the outside window. The nobleman wanted to marry me! I was older than most of the married girls in my village, but to me it was still a shock. The men and women of the village had grown up together - they knew almost everything about eachother. What did this nobleman know of me? Nothing. How could he speak of marriage?
But what truly amazed me was when father refused. The nobleman grew angry. He ordered father to give me to him in marriage. Still father refused. That was when the nobleman told him that the next day he had better have changed his mind, or be far from his land - on pain of death.
When the nobleman had gone I ran to father. I would marry the nobleman if it would save our lives. He told me it would be the ruin of mine. We would leave and never return, taking only what we could carry on our backs. And we would travel in my chariot. It meant leaving almost everything, but I didn't look back when we left the house that night. Bravery or Cowardice, I still don't know.
By morning we were still on the nobleman's lands - and being pursued. But I found I was better than the nobleman's charioteers. We rode the wind to a new life, but the cost would be my chariot, which broke shortly after we crossed to the next noble's lands...
Yshta
To Be Continued....
And longer too. If you've read my first MA fic The Night Before, you probably know who Yshta is by the story she's telling. If not, just wait - you'll see. :)
Salmon '03
Part I: Riding the Wind
A Mummies Alive! Fanfic
I can't remember when exactly I fell in love with chariots. Perhaps at the festivals of my childhood, watching the races. Perhaps the few times father allowed me to ride in the one that our neighbor owned. But chariots were my obsession.
I didnt have many friends among the village children, especially not among the other girls. My mother died when I was very young, and my father raised me. He apologized when I was fourteen, saying he'd raised me more like a boy than a girl. I told him I was proud of who I was, and always would be. I didn't care what other people thought of me. So on my fifteenth birthday he gave me a chariot of my own. It was wooden, and a little broken down, but but to me it was delight itself. Every day after I'd completed my chores I'd ride it around our farm and in the nearby mountains. I came to love chariots all the more. It was like riding the wind.
The world changed when I was eighteen. The nobleman who ruled our land saw me riding the chariot. He came to see my father the next day, but I was ordered to stay outside. Curiousity got the better of me, and I listened from the outside window. The nobleman wanted to marry me! I was older than most of the married girls in my village, but to me it was still a shock. The men and women of the village had grown up together - they knew almost everything about eachother. What did this nobleman know of me? Nothing. How could he speak of marriage?
But what truly amazed me was when father refused. The nobleman grew angry. He ordered father to give me to him in marriage. Still father refused. That was when the nobleman told him that the next day he had better have changed his mind, or be far from his land - on pain of death.
When the nobleman had gone I ran to father. I would marry the nobleman if it would save our lives. He told me it would be the ruin of mine. We would leave and never return, taking only what we could carry on our backs. And we would travel in my chariot. It meant leaving almost everything, but I didn't look back when we left the house that night. Bravery or Cowardice, I still don't know.
By morning we were still on the nobleman's lands - and being pursued. But I found I was better than the nobleman's charioteers. We rode the wind to a new life, but the cost would be my chariot, which broke shortly after we crossed to the next noble's lands...
Yshta
To Be Continued....
And longer too. If you've read my first MA fic The Night Before, you probably know who Yshta is by the story she's telling. If not, just wait - you'll see. :)
Salmon '03