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wilderthan) wrote2007-07-07 12:49 am
wilderthan) wrote2007-07-07 12:49 am
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Snippet - Lead us not into temptation
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter four
Quality: Checked over once, will be tweaked
Characters: John
John had been up to the place before. He remembered it better when he looked at the picture again: remembered a summer evening spent looking for sheep that had strayed. He'd found more than one up there before. Part of him wanted to laugh at the idea of finding this thing there -- a sword where he'd found only found sheep before?
A chill crept into him. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts away, and focusing only on the certainty that had come to him when he looked at the sketch -- bone deep, soul deep. "Ac nac arwain ni i brofedigaeth, eithr gwared ni rhag drwg," he said, aloud, but quietly. And then he began to move up the slope, keeping the words in mind. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. He felt it, the oppression of the Dark; a chill, a heaviness, something pressing down on his mind and making him breathless and tired on a path that should have been a pleasant walk to take up five minutes.
For: Loyalty chapter four
Quality: Checked over once, will be tweaked
Characters: John
John had been up to the place before. He remembered it better when he looked at the picture again: remembered a summer evening spent looking for sheep that had strayed. He'd found more than one up there before. Part of him wanted to laugh at the idea of finding this thing there -- a sword where he'd found only found sheep before?
A chill crept into him. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts away, and focusing only on the certainty that had come to him when he looked at the sketch -- bone deep, soul deep. "Ac nac arwain ni i brofedigaeth, eithr gwared ni rhag drwg," he said, aloud, but quietly. And then he began to move up the slope, keeping the words in mind. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. He felt it, the oppression of the Dark; a chill, a heaviness, something pressing down on his mind and making him breathless and tired on a path that should have been a pleasant walk to take up five minutes.