The Immortal Companion’s Blog Tour
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I wanted to take a minute out of my Immortal Companion Blog Tour 2013 and introduce you to a few of my WIP (works in progress). I hope you enjoy the previews!
Thirty Days in May
The thunder rattled the windows like an alarm clock unexpectedly breaking the silence of the night. Beth’s eyes sprang open allowing her to witness the repetitive flashes of light as the lightning lit up her bedroom. She momentarily laid still and allowed the vibrations of the storm to bring back her long lost memories. Not a single storm could pass – morning, noon, or night – without Beth paying it notice. The storms were like some sort of a hypnotic routine that somehow kept her functioning for the last seven years.
Slowly she sat up, making sure that her eyes would focus, and placed her feet into the slippers that were partially hidden under her bed. She grabbed her silk robe and swung it over her lightweight pajamas, each arm pushing through the sleeves as she headed toward the stairs. Beth took the stairs quickly, letting only the balls of her feet touch each step as she descended.
Once downstairs, she headed for the kitchen and paused briefly at the light switch where she, after a minor debate, decided that she’d rather remain in the dark with the lightning casting shadows upon the floor. The coffee maker beeped to life as she placed a ceramic cup under the spout and waited impatiently for it to fill.
The thunder crashed, proving that the storm was moving closer.
Once ready, Beth grabbed the coffee and opened the door that led to the back of her covered porch. She stepped outside and immediately felt the rush of the wind passing through. She closed her eyes and listened to the anger of the storm. It always seemed as if the storms that passed new exactly the emotion that she needed to release at that point and time. Anger, sorrow, joy, love, hate, satisfaction, or misery – they all came to her upon the storm.
She cupped her hands around her coffee, warming them, as she leaned against the porch’s support and slowly sipped at her drink. A smile came to her lips as she allowed her mind to slip back to the past.
Most people would like to move on from their past; consider it a lesson learned in time and be glad that it had come and gone, but not Beth. No, she relished in the past and she would dare any person to say that there would ever be a more powerful moment in her life than what she had already had the pleasure of experiencing.
Beth had been in love… and she was still in love, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
Laloo, the Dream Weaver
“Laloo! Laloo! Are we going to play today?” Ava yelled into her closet.
Within a minute Ava was eye to eye with a fuzzy creature. He stood four feet tall, yellow fur, big silly eyes, and a smile that reminded her of a teddy bear.
“Of course!” Laloo answered. “Where should we be off to today?” he asked.
Ava thought for a minute. She had to be careful where she asked to go. There was only one rule that surrounded her relationship with Laloo. She may only go to places that she’d seen in her dreams.
Laloo was a dream weaver. He spent the evenings in her room watching her sleep, guarding over her dreams. Before the light of the morning, he would go back to his home through her closet and place all that he had seen from her dreams in a special book. The only difference between Ava’s dreams and his stories, were that he always had to add the endings to complete the stories. Ava’s dreams always seemed to wake her up before they were finished.
“I’d like to be a princess. Like the dream I had last week!” Ava asked excitedly. “The one with the castle and the moat and the grand ball!”
Laloo smiled, “Oh, I added a great ending to that dream! Are you up for the challenge?”
“Yes, oh yes!” Ava jumped up and down.
Laloo had a wild imagination, which caused Ava to never know where the days’ adventures would take them. For you see, Ava had the ability to travel with Laloo to the worlds that he created from her dreams. The only twist was that the adventures always posed some sort of challenge for her to get back home to her family.
Ava knew that every time she traveled into one of her dreams that she may not be able to return home nor would she be able to return to the same dream twice. But every dream left her with some special gift that she was able to take back with her in remembrance of her journeys. In fact, Ava had an entire shelf of the treasures that she had been given.
Laloo took her hand and guided her to the closet.
“Are you ready to travel?” he asked.
“Sure am!” she replied.
The two stepped in, closed the closet door, and counted to 5.
“1…2…3…4…5…” they whispered together.
They jumped three times, spun twice, and said the magic words – “La-li-loo-la!”
The darkness of the closet was replaced with the beauty of the sun sparkling upon a large castle made of sand. It twinkled like tiny diamonds as the sun’s rays struck the walls. The water surrounding the castle was dark green from the creatures that swam in the moat. Waves splashed as their long green tales broke the surface of the water.
Ava looked down at her hands, flipping them over, back and forth. She was no longer ten, but had aged and grown to the teenage years of sixteen. She ran her hands down the front of her dress, which had turned into a large, yellow flowing ball gown.
Her eyes widened as she remembered the necklace that she had worn in her dreams. It was real! Diamonds and gold cascaded down from around her neck to the top of her dress. Her hair was lifted off of her shoulders and placed into a loose-fitting crown.
She smiled as she looked down at her traveling companion.
“Thank you, Laloo! I always wanted to know what it was like to be a princess.”
“You’re welcome,” he grinned.
She looked down at her delicate, golden-colored shoes and noticed the cobblestone street. It was everything she remembered from her dream. She knew how the next few hours were going to go. It was time to head to the castle to prepare for the evening’s ball. Laloo accompanied the princess on her walk.
As she circled around to the front of the castle through the village’s streets, the creatures in the moat seemed to follow the rhythm of her footsteps. They swam around the circular moat, happily wagging their tales above the water.
The streets were lined with small shops and stores where friendly people bowed and waved to the princess. Many offered her gifts of fine gloves, scarves, foods, and jewelry, but Princess Ava never accepted the fine goods. Instead, she complimented their beauty and handled the store’s clerk a few pieces of silver for their hard work.
The princess was loved by all of the villagers. Many came just to bear witness to her beauty. She had light brown hair with strands of gold, green eyes that were etched in blue, and an endearing smile that warmed the darkest soul.
Within minutes, they had reached the castle’s bridge that crossed over the moat. She let her voice travel softly on the breeze to the guardsmen watching over the drawbridge.
“Sir. Kind Sir, won’t you let us in?” she called.
The drawbridge slowly lowered down to the bridge. As they entered, the princess’s maid joined her near the castle gate.
“Your highness, have you been exploring the kingdom with Laloo again? You know you should be getting ready for the ball!”
Ava laughed, setting the worried maid at ease. “There is plenty of time to prepare me,” she smiled. “Let us go.”
Ava waved as she separated from Laloo. It would be a long time before she was properly dressed and decorated for the evening’s ball. Besides, Laloo had some getting ready to do himself.
The maid rang the bedroom’s chimes for the rest of the princess’s staff to join them in her chambers. Ava turned to watch as lines of people entered her room. There were men and women smiling as they paraded by the princess carrying some of the countries finest jewels, dresses, perfumes, and make-up. Ava nodded, smiled, and selected her attire for the evening thrilled at the ability to select from a sea of colors.
She wore a beautiful purple gown, white gloves, light purple shoes, silver and diamond jewels, and a silver evening crown. Shortly after she was prepared, word was sent from the King, her father, to prepare for the presentation of the royal family.
She ran on her tiptoes from her room to the top of the stairs that would descend into the ballroom. Her father stood at the top of the stairs behind closed doors as he held tightly onto the queen’s arm. Ava’s little brother stepped forward and looped his arm through his sister’s to assist her down the marble stairs.
Laloo emerged from a room nearby and stood behind the Princess. His fur was freshly fluffed and a black tuxedo covered his small body.
“Are you ready for the ending? It’s a doozy!” he laughed.
“Is it time for the dream to end already?” Ava asked.
“Enjoy your dancing, Ava. The dream will switch to my story in about five minutes.”
The trumpets sounded and introduced the royal party as they slowly walked down the stairs to the ballroom floor. The music loudly filled the room and off they went dancing and twirling about, initiating the beginning of the ball.
A handsome young prince caught Ava’s eye as she spun about the floor with her brother. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with long tails, a gold crown, and a purple sash that matched the princess’s dress.
The prince made his way over to the edge of the dance floor and waited patiently for the opportunity to dance with princess. Once the royal family’s dance ended, he met the princess as she exited the floor. He bowed and introduced himself as Prince James of Davidson, a nearby kingdom to Huntington.
Princess Ava curtsied, blushed, and extended her gloved hand. He kissed the top of her hand and led her onto the dance floor. The music played softly as they glided around the room.
Laloo, dancing around by himself, winked at the princess. She knew this meant that her dream had ended. She nervously looked around the room trying to find the treasure that would get her back home. She wanted to find the treasure before the story changed, but without warning, the prince suddenly disappeared in a puff of black smoke. A sorcerer stood in his place wearing a long black robe, dark eyes, and an evil grin. He tilted his head back and cackled loudly, silencing the room. He snatched the crown from the princess’s head and disappeared into the night.
Ava looked at Laloo.
“Is that all you’ve got? An evil sorcerer? I should be home by lunch time!”
Laloo laughed at Ava.
“It’s not that he is a sorcerer or the fact that he can shape-shift, it’s that he’s hidden the crown in a cave protected by a dragon. Oh, and the crown is the treasure for your shelf; the way you get back home.”
Ava looked down as her dress melted away. Bright shiny metal took its place. A helmet suddenly appeared and slammed shut, hiding her face. She had two small eyeholes that barely allowed her to see in front of her. Her arms became heavy as a shield formed in one hand and a sword formed in the other.
“What a fine looking knight you are.”
Ava knew there was danger every time she traveled with Laloo. She had two choices, to follow through with his stories, which in the end would get her home or she could refuse to follow his story and stay in her dream forever, leaving her family behind.
Ava lifted the mask on her helmet and knelt down to look Laloo in the eye.
“Challenge accepted,” she grinned.
Thanks for the opportunity to share!
K. B. Lever