In honor of Kelly's Compositions First Page Blogfest, I'm submitting the first page of a genre that is admittedly out of my league, but I wanted to try it anyway. This is a WIP that has lay dormant for some time now as I patiently await the inspiration to bring it back to life. Hope it pleases...
I want to stay here forever. I tell Galya so as I walk through Faerinspirra’s canopied forest, watching my best friend’s silver-blue wings flutter a few paces ahead of me.
Galya’s silver hair sparkles – just a hue deeper than her wings – and her tawny eyes glow as she turns around suddenly, waits for me to catch up, and then sits on my right shoulder. A faint breeze brushes my ear as her wings slowly come to a halt.
"We should stop and rest, Alex,” she says softly.
I spot a field of acacia stumps – the devastating remains of the war between Ardnaxela and Mergen’s armies – and I sit hesitantly on the purple plateau that once gave life to one of Faerinspirra’s oldest dens.
Galya flutters onto a stump. She begins to rub her small palms together vigorously. I have been in this forest long enough to know that my friend is preparing Durgan’s Elixir, an intoxicating drink spawned from the heart of faeries and served to humans in order to help them tolerate pain. Galya is going to break my heart, and I know there is nothing I can do about it.
In resignation, I accept the liquid-filled walnut shell that Galya offers me. I slowly pour the elixir into my mouth. At first, it feels cool against my teeth, but quickly the temperature rises. I feel a warmness that scares me and calms me at the same time. The thick fluid gets hotter and hotter until I am not sure which burns more – Durgan’s Elixir or the sting of my own tears.