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I'm in the middle of a massive rewrite on this. I decide to take out a spoiler from the first bit and in the middle of de-spoiler-ing I needed a map, and in drawing a map I found that I cant have Muna's bedroom face both the sea behind the castle and the attacking army in front of it. So this is a (very) rough cut of the replacement for the monolog she does in her bath the morning after this takes place recalling this dialog and reviewing it to herself.
I'll still have to do something next morning but I might stay in Lord Roalds POV and chuck the flaming sheep at her from that angle rather than interrupt her bath from an impossible angle.
Thanks in advance for any and all feedback
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Muna sat at the high table, lips pursed over an untouched meal that was growing colder by the minuet.
“-As it devours our enemies, it will surely turn and devour us! There will be no escape from the ravages of these dire times. No escape. We must all pray that the dragon not appear again tonight, for though it is delivering us of our enemies, enemies we could easily subdue if allowed to fight them ourselves, who is to say it will not make meals of us next. We do not want the beast to find sustenance on our shores or it will learn to come and feed here again and again. And who is to say we will have an attacking army to feed it next time?”
A chorus of agreement met this speech. Muna could take no more. “It has left those of our beasts that we were forced to abandon outside the gates alone. Attacking none, that do not attack us. Why should we fear our protector? Surely it has come to deliver us.”
“Forgive me for interrupting” the High Priest looked anything but penitent. “But would you have us trust a mindless monster over our own strength? The Good God would not agree. Dragons ever were the spawn of The Evil One and no good can come of this plaguing beast. He eats our enemy’s now-“
“She” Muna still stood and the word ground through her teeth.
“What?” The High Priest glared back no happier than she to be interrupted.
“That ‘Destroying Angel’ as you call her is a She. And I predict she will be more help to My People than all your pious mouthings ever could be.”
Turning to the rest in attendance “I bid you all good night. I shall pray that the Dragon come again and again until these would-be-usurpers are cleansed from our gates and we can all get back to living our lives.”
With long stiff strides she left the room in chill silence. No doubt that fool would go on as he had done before, demoralizing and deriding where he should be shoring up the faith of her people.
She did not wait for night to finish falling. As soon as she was in her chamber she threw the bolt and ran, stripping, for the window. Only the feel of the wind beneath her wings would cool her temper. Only the feel of enemy bones crunching between her jaws could grind out the words she had heard. ‘Spawn of The Evil One’ indeed.
The cool ocean spray on her face soothed a little. Now to turn and show those peasants what a ‘Destroying Angel’ was capable of.
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Lord Roald soon found his men were running and screaming.
Panicking demons were more frightening to him than that blasted dragon, who must be raiding the camp again.
That upstart bitch must have it under a spell for it to behave so; attacking the camp without laying waste to anything else, preferring his demonic troops to the more palatable sheep and cows it seemed to delight in protecting.
With a sigh, Lord Roald found his sword and went to see if he could return sense and courage to his soldiers. He felt foolish. What was it about this particular dragon that could have them so scared? He hoped they didn’t know something he didn’t.
Outside his tent the world was red and black death. Shadows danced eerily in all directions as fires slowly consumed half mutilated corpses, or flared up as tents caught adding to the confusion.
It was impossible to tell where the dragon was just by fire and screaming. Both seemed to chase each other around the camp incoherently.
Grabbing a half charred tent pole, set aflame anew, he strode out into the night, trying not to tip on bones or slip on entrails. Bloody dragon.
I'll still have to do something next morning but I might stay in Lord Roalds POV and chuck the flaming sheep at her from that angle rather than interrupt her bath from an impossible angle.
Thanks in advance for any and all feedback
~.~.~.~
Muna sat at the high table, lips pursed over an untouched meal that was growing colder by the minuet.
“-As it devours our enemies, it will surely turn and devour us! There will be no escape from the ravages of these dire times. No escape. We must all pray that the dragon not appear again tonight, for though it is delivering us of our enemies, enemies we could easily subdue if allowed to fight them ourselves, who is to say it will not make meals of us next. We do not want the beast to find sustenance on our shores or it will learn to come and feed here again and again. And who is to say we will have an attacking army to feed it next time?”
A chorus of agreement met this speech. Muna could take no more. “It has left those of our beasts that we were forced to abandon outside the gates alone. Attacking none, that do not attack us. Why should we fear our protector? Surely it has come to deliver us.”
“Forgive me for interrupting” the High Priest looked anything but penitent. “But would you have us trust a mindless monster over our own strength? The Good God would not agree. Dragons ever were the spawn of The Evil One and no good can come of this plaguing beast. He eats our enemy’s now-“
“She” Muna still stood and the word ground through her teeth.
“What?” The High Priest glared back no happier than she to be interrupted.
“That ‘Destroying Angel’ as you call her is a She. And I predict she will be more help to My People than all your pious mouthings ever could be.”
Turning to the rest in attendance “I bid you all good night. I shall pray that the Dragon come again and again until these would-be-usurpers are cleansed from our gates and we can all get back to living our lives.”
With long stiff strides she left the room in chill silence. No doubt that fool would go on as he had done before, demoralizing and deriding where he should be shoring up the faith of her people.
She did not wait for night to finish falling. As soon as she was in her chamber she threw the bolt and ran, stripping, for the window. Only the feel of the wind beneath her wings would cool her temper. Only the feel of enemy bones crunching between her jaws could grind out the words she had heard. ‘Spawn of The Evil One’ indeed.
The cool ocean spray on her face soothed a little. Now to turn and show those peasants what a ‘Destroying Angel’ was capable of.
~.~
Lord Roald soon found his men were running and screaming.
Panicking demons were more frightening to him than that blasted dragon, who must be raiding the camp again.
That upstart bitch must have it under a spell for it to behave so; attacking the camp without laying waste to anything else, preferring his demonic troops to the more palatable sheep and cows it seemed to delight in protecting.
With a sigh, Lord Roald found his sword and went to see if he could return sense and courage to his soldiers. He felt foolish. What was it about this particular dragon that could have them so scared? He hoped they didn’t know something he didn’t.
Outside his tent the world was red and black death. Shadows danced eerily in all directions as fires slowly consumed half mutilated corpses, or flared up as tents caught adding to the confusion.
It was impossible to tell where the dragon was just by fire and screaming. Both seemed to chase each other around the camp incoherently.
Grabbing a half charred tent pole, set aflame anew, he strode out into the night, trying not to tip on bones or slip on entrails. Bloody dragon.