The fifteen minute novel writing experiment is an 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 229: Again she wondered about the change but was too tired to focus on it.
Again she wondered about the change but was too tired to focus on it. As she expected, the move of both the items she gathered and the few things she used on a daily basis took about three days to accomplish. Each day she woke and had her breakfast before beginning to carry everything through the corridors. It was an exhausting process and Anya went to bed with her limbs feeling as though they were filled with jelly instead of bones. In the morning she awoke stiff and sore. The stiffness faded as she once again got into motion.
When everything, including her store of food and bedding was moved, relocated to the new quarters, Anya once again moved the two large hoops that enabled her to speak with Deran. The orb was the only item she hadn’t moved a she wanted to speak with Deran about it before attempting to move such an item. At the end of the third day, before she settled in with her evening meal and well-earned rest, Anya found herself calling up Deran.
As always the word Recaros brought his image forth, causing him to coalesce before her eyes.
“Good morning, Anya,” he said as he formed. “Are you ready to be tested?”
“Not exactly,” Anya said. Deran looked around and took in the new space.
“I’ve been relocated?” he asked.
“Yes,” Anya replied. “The lady had the quarters prepared and a they are much more …livable than the rooms I’ve been inhabiting, I decide to relocate here while I decided about staying or leaving.”
Deran nodded. “Comfort is not a bad thing in living accommodations,” he said. “It is especially comfortable knowing you did not anger the divine being who set them up for you by refusing to use them.”
“That was part of my thinking,” Anya admitted. “She was concerned that I had not taken up residence when we spoke.”
“You have once again spoken to the lady?” Deran said. His interest sharpened and he stopped his inspection of the room and turned directly to her.
“Yes,” Anya said. “I told her my concerns of taking up permanent residence and she said she was going to seek out an advisor.” Anya was still a little nervous about that and pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she worked on moving everything around. She was glad that whoever the Lady might be speaking to about her was not a factor during the move as her focus on keeping quiet while shifting things about and settling in a new space occupied most of her attention.
Reminded that she hadn’t completed the settling in, Anya shifted topics.
“The orb is the only thing I have not moved,” Anya told Deran. “Do you know if it is possible to move it? If so It would be handy not to have to cross the mountain to reach it when I wanted to see something. Especially, if it proves useful in searching for items in the library.”
“Ah,” Deran said. He nodded. “While the orb itself is not my specialty, it should move with the same standard spell for moving most magical objects. It is not difficult to learn. You have the tome Keran of Grevaton wrote?”