Silhouettes

Spring (Prompt 11-15)

Prompt: echo

Molly tightened her clutch on her axepole, grasping desperately for reassurance. It was the first time she handled this tool, but in the obscure Fugue Forest it was as comforting as a child's doll. Finn had gone quiet at her shoulder since her very first step in.

Closer than she would have preferred, she heard a tree crack like thunder before crashing onto the ground.

"Maybe it's that stupid Luke, right Finn?"

Said sprite kept quiet.

"Should we head for there?"

In the opposite direction of the previous noise, there was a sudden explosion.

"First choice it is!" she yelled.

Prompt: soothe

The missing carpenter was a young man with bright blue hair covered by a bandanna, and atypical golden eyes that reminded her of a cat – albeit with the personality of a dog.

"So, Molly!" He swung his axe over his shoulder. "You kinda look terrified."

"W-what?"

"Need help getting out of here?" He jabbed his thumb at his chest with an easy grin. "Nobody knows this forest like I do!"

"But–"

"C'mon!" He grabbed her hand before she could protest; his hold slack enough that she could escape if she desired.

Suddenly, the forest didn't seem so scary anymore.

Prompt: murmur

"Molly, why are we back to this creepy forest?" Finn whined. "I thought you hated this place as much as I did!"

"Yes," she began between gritted teeth. "But if you want another of those damned bells to be rung, then shut up. It's not like I wanted to come here."

Earlier this week, she had finally managed to ring the Red Bell, and now she was looking for the green one. Fun.

Deeper into Fugue, the two explorers suddenly came across a bridge that led to a small house.

"Don't tell me the rumours about the witch are true..."

Prompt: new

There was a wizard in Harmonica, and our realist of a protagonist wasn't certain what to think of this.

I call bullshit, she thought the first time she overheard the rumours.

Still call... Woah, she thought the first time she met him in person.

Either he was a master at the art of lying or he was the real deal.

However, what unsettled Molly the most was his...eccentricity.

He sure is handsome. As in very handsome.

But I must admit that he is really intimidating to me. No matter whether it's on purpose or not, he scares me into silence.

Prompt: naked

It had been three weeks and our farmer was still not used with the habits of Castanet. For instance, it seemed to be common to hand out gifts to everyone for no reason at all.

Another example would be that as long as the door was unlocked, anyone could walk in and around your house.

Perhaps if Molly had taken the time to memorise those simple customs, she wouldn't be clutching a shirt at her underwear-clad body for her dear life, and there wouldn't be a very crimson Gill outside her door with his heart hammering wildly in his chest.