To prepare for this years #nanowrimo I will do prompts by @the.plottery for September and October.
Todays prompt is: Write a short fantasy story in 2nd person!
Also I just released a book, so check it out if you ar so inclined.
You heard the call. The call for adventure. You tried to resist. Buried yourself in farm work. The farm got attacked by goblins. You tried to settle down with a partner, maybe make some little ones, start a family. Your marriage bed remained barren and your spouse left you for someone else.
You sat at a tavern drowning your sorrows in ale when you heard it again. A meek farmer, actually a former neighbor, came in. The goblins were back. The farmers were forming a militia. They were looking for anyone who could hold a spear or a sword. They were also hoping for experienced adventurers that could teach them a thing or too. You knew you were not in the latter category but maybe in the first. You nursed the thought of joining the militia just like you were nursing your mug of beer that night.
You decide to leave the small town you have lived in, maybe you can catch a break in the city. Get a job as a menial worker, maybe learn a trade. You got there, got a room in a boarding house and started moving hay in the early mornings. It was not much but it was honest. You think you did it. The call for adventure did not come again and the work did not pay very well, but enough to afford you living expenses. You spent a couple of years in your position and you really start to believe that fate did not want to push you into the role of an adventurer.
Then one early morning everything changed. You unloaded hay from a wagon in the barn next to the city gate when you heard a commotion upstairs. You told your colleague that you will check it out and that he should carry on with this wagon. You go up the creaking stairs and then you are confronted with a strange group hiding badly in your hayloft.
A halfling in strange garb interspersed with twigs and pieces of plants, an elf with a longbow and short swords and a human in chainmail carrying a mace. You were about to call out in alarm, when you felt a knife at your throat. A tiefling ordered you to stay quiet. At first you were a hostage to get passage out of the city, then after some encounters with beasts in the wild you were no longer a hostage but a useful asset of the adventuring party.
When Geraldine, the human with the mace, gave you a weapon of your own it dawned on you. Fate had just been biding its time and now it got you to answer the hero’s call after all. You laugh, your compatriots give you a funny look, but you do not mind. In for a penny, in for a pound you think and you await what the hero’s journey has in store for you.