Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #9

Promptly Penned

This month’s Promptly Penned is connected a bit to Your Lies – my serial. It centers around Kyle – Delia’s best friend from back home, a fellow magic user. This takes place before the events in the serial itself, and it’s a short one. ūüôā

In school, tests started with a class bell ¬†and ended with a “pencils down”. Outside of school, things weren’t so well defined. Outside of¬†school, outside of…childhood, the things we were tested with¬†all out sucked. There wasn’t anyone else in control, telling you when to start, when to stop. It was all on you.¬†Frightening thought…

I¬†dropped my¬†head forward and pressed fingertips to my¬†temples, blocking out the chaos. I¬†wasn’t sure what to do. Everyone – my mom, Delia¬†– thought I¬†was visiting the university they thought I was interested in. I didn’t feel guilty about the lies, really. I¬†had no problem letting people assume things or bending the the truth or out and out lying it¬†meant they wouldn’t worry. When the lies protected them from a truth that could actually kill them.

And this truth…could definitely do that.

Just knowing about the place I now¬†sat could cut one’s life short if the wrong people found out. But I’d¬†been destined to know, to be here, to make a difference. I¬†snorted. Destined. I¬†sure as hell didn’t believe I¬†was some sort of¬†hero or anything like that, but I did believe ordinary men and women could make a difference, could fight against what was happening… I¬†had to.¬†It was the only thing that kept me moving forward for since that night.

When my dad and Delia’s dad had let me go with them to investigate the disappearance of other magic users. When we’d been attacked. When I had run away as our dads had been dragged away. Sure, they’d told me to; that was the deal, after all. Anything happens, you run and you do not look back. Do you understand me?¬†I promised without a second thought because I wanted to be allowed to go, to help.¬†¬†I’d known, even then, that I wanted to be a part of what they were – fighting against the persecution and violence we, as those with magic, faced every day.

Knowing I’d have a chance to continue their work had always been the focus for me. I didn’t let my mom see that, of course. How could I after we lost my dad? I would do what I had to – that was why I was here, ready to sign my name on the proverbial dotted line –¬†but¬†I would do just about anything to keep my mom¬†ignorant of it all.


I lifted my head and looked at Patrick Bennet – a old friend of my dad’s and the man who had first recruited him. The man I’d sought out as soon as I’d been able. And the man who’d just laid out all the risks, the possible collateral damage – innocent people killed in the crossfire; I could read between the lines – as a result of my actions, if I chose to join him and the others.

I forced my mind back to my dad. What he and Delia’s dad had fought for. Any hesitation had been momentary and I wasn’t going to give in to it or let doubts get in my way. Decision made, I felt lighter, and my magic thrummed beneath my skin, and I had a the fanciful thought that it was approval. From the power that lived in me. Maybe even from my dad.

“Not going to lie to you, kid,” Peter said. “This is war. But it’s not a war you need to be on the front lines of.”

Pushing to my feet, I lifted my chin and met his gaze.

“You’re wrong, sir. That’s exactly where I need to be. I’m in.”

Bronwyn Green| Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris

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