The Fifteen Minute Novel 2022: Day 183

The fifteen minute novel writing experiment is a attempt to write a complete (and very rough) draft of a novel by writing for fifteen minutes each day. I have taken a timed writing from one of the daily prompts done in 2021, cleaned it up a little and used it as my jumping off point into a story. Each day I will take the last line of the story written the day before and use it as my sentence starter and write for fifteen minutes, growing the story as the year progresses.

Day 183: She set the flat bread aside with the other food stuff.

She set the flat bread aside with the other food stuff. Under the bread was another layer of clothing.  Anya set it aside and then started opening the small pouches. There was a packet of dried mushrooms and another of fish hooks.  In one pocket was a firelight and in another a knife with a whet stone to keep it sharp.  Anya set all the items to the side and made sure to rummage around until she was certain she had everything out.  The last item to emerge was a letter, folded and sealed with a wax imprint. 

Anya set the letter aside and made certain the pack was officially empty.  When she was sure it contained nothing else, Anya slid the empty pack out of the way under the bed.  She placed the letter on the bed and left it for last.

She moved the food to the table with what remained of the rest of her food and lined up the other assorted items in front of the books on the shelf.  As she moved them out of the central area to keep herself from tripping over them, Anya wondered if someone was watching Marta pack. She kenw that Marta hoped to convince anyone watching that Anya left.

‘I suppose that is why there are fishhooks,’ she thought.  Unlike the food and clothing, the hooks weren’t something she could use in her seclusion inside the mountain.  Anya’s eyes darted to the letter.

‘Fire first,’ she told herself.  Anya walked to the fire and built it back into a blaze.  Then when the room started to warm again, she picked up the letter and took it to her reading chair by the fire. 

The seal was blue wax shot through with silver.  The imprint in the center was a seven sided star.  Anya slipped her finger into the fold and split the seal.  She opened the letter and began to read.  The letter was not long.  It also didn’t tell her much that she didn’t already know.

Mathis’ man was coming.  She was to stay hidden and reduce her movements as much as possible.  The matron would help convince the man that Anya left and headed south, back towards Dovish and her home in Tyrin.

The letter ended with hopes that Anya was well and would soon be able to join them in the more lived in portions of the House.

Nya set the letter aside.  She leaned back in the chair and stared into the flames.  She wondered if that was even possible.

‘After all if they have people who would tell Lord Mathis man that I’ve left, wouldn’t they also tell him if I’ve returned?’ She could see the plan to convince them she had gone working, but only if she didn’t return. Anya suspected she would need to remain in the hidden parts of the House until she left it. 

‘But there is nowhere for me to go and much for me to learn here,’ she reminded herself.  ‘And then there is that wind.’  She shivered just thinking of her few moments outside.  For a moment she felt the weight of loneliness, but she shook it off and remembered Deran who’s circles had been relocated to the room beside hers and with whom she would begin lessons in the morning. 

‘After I check the orb,’ she thought.

Anya yawned, feeling more tired than usual.  It was early for her to go to bed, with light still coming in through the vent holes.  Still, Anya felt sleep pulling at her.

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