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This 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by The Weekend Writing Warriors. (Click the link for the list of participants, or rules if you want to join!)
Here’s a WIP from NaNoWriMo 2017, currently titled King Under the Mountain. Set in Casper, Wyoming, in a world where goblins trade in magical goods with humans, traveling from their world to ours through stone circle gates. But if humans aren’t wary in their dealings with goblins, they can find themselves stolen away!
Stephanie and Alix, cousins, are biking home from a party, a bit drunk, when Alix falls off her bike, throws up, and ends up chasing her cousin through the woods–in a clearing, Stephanie suddenly vanishes, the only thing there a ring of mushrooms. Alix loses it for a bit, then chains up the bikes, packs everything useful in a backpack, and returns to the clearing.
All she had were rumors and stories to go on, but she could only hope the stories were true.
“King under the Mountain!” She called into the night, hands clenched in fists, glaring down at the toadstools. “You’ve taken my cousin, and I want her back!”
Feeling foolish, panic creeping in, Alix repeated herself, and halfway through the word ‘cousin,’ she suddenly realized that someone stood in the circle in front of her.
A goblin man, with long, straight charcoal gray hair gleaming in the moonlight, unconstrained except for a golden circlet of leaves on his head.
The words died in her mouth, in a sudden strangled squeak.
Smiling sardonically, the man swept a shallow bow, “I have answered your so polite summons, human. By what right do you lay claim to the one who stepped into this circle under the moonlight?”
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I took inspiration from “The Ballad of Tam Lin,” and Christina Rosetti’s “Goblin Market.” The idea of people being stolen away, and a loved one journeying to get them back (though Tam Lin was stolen by the Queen of the fairies), and the bustling goblin markets with their dangerous fruit from Rosetti’s poem sparked this adventure. Alix and Stephanie are college freshman, 18 and 19 respectively, and cousins sharing a dorm room. They have just left an off-campus party where they did some drinking, and are biking back to the dorms in the evening.