Part 2 of my entry
Answer the above questions, then draw a picture, make a themed collage/mood board, or write a short story or poem about your character.
Hans gasped and finally it was a gasp of relief as he felt the sand of the shores at last in his clutches.
It was a small price to pay, braving the torrents of the sea after unlocking his cell in the dead of night to jump in a rafter that didn’t even work... but like the heck of a guy he was, he braved it all. Just so he could go anywhere but home.
Hans coughed as he staggered to his feet and looked at the deserted island in front of him. Alone.
At least he assumed it was deserted. And at least he assumed he was alone.
“You have a lot of gall!”
Hans turned around in an arrogantly sloppy fashion which is something not many would attempt except that he was soaking wet from the ocean and his ego had no other choice.
“Who’s there!” He commanded.
Story picked a starfish off her leg and gently released it back into the ocean with a blissful wave before she heel turned back to the staunch would be king and glowered.
“The person who you was sleeping in the raft you stole!”
Hans furrowed his brow. “Why were you in there?”
“Because everyone knew it didn’t work and I just assumed that no one would be foolish enough to try and use it!”
Hans stopped listening to the peasant before he was even finished asking his own question. He turned away from her with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Whatever the matter, I’m not going to baby sit you so you’ll have better chances swimming.”
Story stamped her foot and stomped over to Hans before she stood in his way and pointed at him with glaring insistence that she had never successfully before used in her life.
“Look, I’m not the one who got us in this mess and I certainly am not going to try my chances with the sea. We’re going to the nearest village”-
“It’s a deserted island,” Hans piously scoffed.
“Noo it’s not!”
Hans looked to where story was pointing and his argument lost all steam when he saw smoke traveling in the sky from an evening fire.
“It’s”-
“Motunui. Anyone with any sense would recognize it!”
“Eh”-
“So we’ll hope they are gracious enough to give us a boat and you will help me get what I need so we can both go home!”
Hans felt his ears hurt at the shrillness that Story’s voice became considering the nerve she has mustered was quickly waning. He then kinked his neck and looked at Story squarely.
“I will ask them for a boat for myself. You will figure out what you want or need to ... do...”
Story was at the brink of frustration as she continued to point at Hans accusatively. Because her frustration level had been met, she did not realize the Static she was feeling was now showing up wrapped around the very hand that was pointed at Hans. She only noticed it when Han trailed off and his expression became pale as he looked at the sparks from Story’s hand.
Story looked down and it dawned on her that Hans was afraid of powers. “Explains a lot!” She mused. She was not a malovent person by nature, so Hans had nothing to fear.
But he didn’t have to know that.
Story looked back at Hans and smiled mischievously.
“Oh, you’ll be helping me,
Prince.”
Coming to an imagination near you!
/Thanks for the really fun writing opportunity Sora! Really helped get the writing energy flowing for my other project!
Hope some enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!