The Madness Of A Monster's Loss
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Summary: Fire had never been quite right after archer's death. It had hit her badly. She was just that slight bit mad now that she turned to the ways her cruel father had used. She would have vengeance, no matter what it took.
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Thanks for all the alerts and reviews for this story so far ^^
sugarball: Thanks for being the first to review my Fire story. I am glad you find it interesting so far and i hope yah will continue to as the story goes on. I will try to update as quickly as possible and since it is the holidays i will be posting up the next chapter sooner than usual. Usually it will be a week or so between chapter updates but since i already had this chapter and the next already written up i decided to post them up a couple of days apart. Enjoy. :"]
Starlit Stranger: Thanks for the review. Yah i emailed to add Fire as a category in Books but they said to add my story to Graceling for now because they will be changing the Graceling category to be renamed as the Seven Kingdoms Trilogy soon - which includes book 1 Graceling, book 2 Fire and book 3 Bitterblue.
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Chapter 2: The River Mare
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Disclaimer: I do not own the book, Fire, by Kristin Cashore
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Fire had been walking numbly away from where Archer's body burned. She had no idea how far she had walked as she no longer had any sense of time but she could no longer feel or see smoke so she must be a fair distance away.
She walked slowly through the great expanse that was the great forest, in the direction of home.
She wanted to go home, to where Archer and Brocker would be, where Archer would come stumbling through the door from a hard days work on his estate and they would all sit down to dinner together. Archer would smile at her and she would smile back and as they ate with Brocker they would all joke and laugh, oblivious to the danger of imminent war.
Deep inside, past all the pain and denial where her reason was locked away she knew that those wonderful times would never come again, because Archer was dead, and so everything had changed.
She did not want to give up her dreams just yet though so clinging to that vision of familiarity and love Fire continued to stumble through the trees, uncaring of the world around her; the cruel world that had stolen Archer away.
As it began to get dark she kept going, even though she constantly tripped on the long skirt of her dress. She wished the young boy had given her trousers, a shirt and a pair of boots to wear instead of the deep red dress with flimsy fabric shoes. The dress was very heavy and made of a thick silky crimson fabric. It barely covered her arms and her chest but went well past her ankles and dragged along the floor; she wished she had a knife to cut it shorter. Also, her hair was free because she had nothing to cover it up with, but so far through the camouflage of the forest and the power of her mind - and her bow and arrows, which she had taken back - she had managed to ward of the surprisingly few monster creatures that had come after her.
She was still making her way through the trees in her annoying yet beautiful outfit when the stars and the moon appeared to light her way and a river mare appeared before her, stopping her in her tracks with its magnificent and magical beauty.
The river mare took her in. it could sense her pain and did not shy away from her like anything else that happened across her and her turmoil of emotions that raged around her.
It watched her intently, conveying silently to her that it was her friend before it bowed down to her and sat; a signal for Fire to get on it's back. She was grateful to this creature, for her feet were battered from the undergrowth covered forest floor. She shifted her dress around her and easily clambered on to it and held on to its mane tightly as it rose swiftly and easily even with her weight on it's back.
She was about to nudge her foot in to it's side slightly to indicate the way home, but that was when she realised she had lost all sense of direction out here and didn't know which way to go.
The river mare sensed that the young bedraggled woman on her back was lost and tired and very sad so she softly and slowly made her way home – the opposite way fire was going, and back to the Winged River near Fort Flood - hoping that it would please Fire.
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That was the second chapter of my story 'The Madness Of A Monster's Loss'.
I hope yah enjoyed it.
Don't worry, my chapters will be getting longer later on, but for now i have divided the story up so that the chapters have their own purpose to the story which has kept them short. For example, one chapter could be about Fire returning home and another could be about the War; I have tried to cut the story up in to relevant chapters in an effort to keep it interesting.
However, one problem by doing the story like this is that it seems to be less detailed at first and will become more so later on.
I hope it doesn't read like it is in note form, but do let me know if that is the case.
I have some writing flaws and my main ones are grammar faults, unwanted tense changing and writing in note form, all of which I do accidentally and am working on to improve so that they are no longer a problem for my writing pieces.
Please let me know if I slip up and any of my faults appear in my writing, so that I can fix them.
My next chapter will be up in a few days but after that all my updates will be at least a week apart.
Thanks for reading and please review.
…Anie