My short story

[RAE]

To all you who read and commented…

Thank you for the feedback! And I have started the novella version. I’ll update you when it’s finished (which could be anywhere from this week to next year…you never know).

"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

[HighScribe]

@rae

You’re welcome! Yay, that’s great!

Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.

[Sara]

@rae

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!

Your writing is amazing!!! <3

Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

[RAE]

This is the second and true ending to Secret Shame. I apologize for any typos and grammatical mistakes, I haven’t edited it much and don’t really intend to, since this part will never be published.

Estelle stood upon the tips of her toes, stroking her long, Realn festival braid. Her turquoise eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a singular young man she hoped was here.

It had been many years now since she had been to Banor, but not much seemed to have changed. The Ward festivals were still as lively and colorful as ever, the wind was still strong and cold, and the trees were still beautiful and unique. Next to her, only a couple paces away, two Realn warriors matched their hands to each other, the crowd cheering them on as they Realn arm wrestled. Palm to palm, hands clasped together, they both strove to throw the other one onto the hard-packed ground. With a roar, the taller one of the two threw the other down. A smile passing across both warrior’s faces, the winner helped the loser up, and they grasped each other’s wrists in sign of friendship.

As the next pair of muscled warriors stepped into the ring of bystanders, Estelle looked again for the young man. But her heart sunk as she realized that the odds of him being here was low, let alone of finding him in this vast crowd. At the same, she couldn’t just give up. She had been searching for him for so long, and she hoped today was the day she’d know if everything would be okay, or if it would never be. Minutes ticked by, as her heart sunk lower and lower.

Glancing back at the arm wrestler ring, her heart seemed to jump in her throat. Two men, only in their twenties or so, stood facing each other. They were of about the same height and build, looking both athletic and strong. One had black hair, pale skin and red eyes, both iris and sclera. The other had dark brown hair, with also pale skin but turquoise iris’s like Estelle’s and a normal white sclera.

“I’m not gonna let you win, Terry,” The red-eyed one growled playfully.

“Funny, I was about to say the same to you, Alpha.”

Both of them placed their left feet in front of their right, bent their elbows and placed their palms together. Both held a determined smile as they began trying to throw the other one down.

Estelle watched with pride. Her son Terry had grown into a handsome warrior, and he had finally found a friend. Plus, by the symbols and runes on his shirt, and the scars on Alpha’s forearm, she saw that they both belonged to the Realn Elites. And they had close to twenty missions already.

The two men struggled, both determined not to give in to the other. But with a sudden twist, Alpha sent Terry to the ground. He stood above his friend, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side. A smile played on his lips.

“I won. Close, but still not close enough.”

Terry smiled in reply, and Alpha helped him up. They exchanged a couple comments that Estelle couldn’t hear, until Terry exclaimed, looking around “Where’s Jaz?”

Alpha looked around with Terry, before groaning. “That silly dragon! I bet she’s still trying to eat that stone figurine! I’ll go fetch her. I’ll be right back.”

Terry nodded as Alpha walked off. Moving to the outskirts of the crowd as another two tested their strength.

Estelle walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Terry?”

Terry spun around, immediately recognizing her. The smile on his face faded. “Mother,” he said coldly. “What is it you want? Last I heard, you had left Banor.”

“I came back to find you.”

“So you found me. Now you can get out of my life again.”

“I will, but I just…I just wanted to ask for your forgiveness. I have been forgiven by God, and I have forgiven myself. I wanted to ask for yours.”

Terry pulled her off to the side, where they most likely wouldn’t be overheard. “Just like that?! Do you realize I only have one friend? One! One person who will always stick by me, and do you know why? Because no matter where I go, everyone says ‘oh, look, that’s Terry, the son of a fornicator!”

“I know, Terry, and I’m sorry.” Estelle’s gaze dropped to the ground.

“Sorry doesn’t fix things. I never got the chance to have a ‘normal’ life with ‘normal’ friends and people who would stick by me, because of you!”

Two pairs of turquoise eyes met each other, one filled with anger, another filling with water. Before either could speak, Alpha called to Terry, telling him he had found Jaz. Sure enough, a small viridian green dragon was perched on his shoulder, her tale wrapped loosely around his neck.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Alpha,” Terry replied, breaking his gaze with Estelle.

Estelle, with tears beginning to fall down her cheeks, spoke quietly as Terry’s gaze once again came back to her. “I didn’t expect you just too suddenly forgive me as soon as you saw me but–“

“I will never forgive you,” Terry declared, a bit of spit flying from his mouth as he did so.

More tears fell down Estelle’s face. “Thank you, Terry. It’s good to know.” With that, they parted ways, Estelle to go away and enjoy the Banorian forest and Terry to meet back up with Alpha.

“Hey, who was that?” Alpha inquired as the two walked through the crowds at the festival.

“No one.”

“Woah, lighten up! I’m the one who’s allowed to be grumpy. You sure that was no one?”

Terry sighed, scratching Jaz’s chin as she jumped to his shoulder. “Fine. It was my mother, okay? Self-explanatory?”

Alpha nodded, unwrapping Jaz’s tail that still was around his neck. “Self-explanatory.”

"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

[RAE]

@highscribeofaetherium @grcr @theshadow I posted it ^^^

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"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

[Sara]

@rae

Aww that’s so sad 😭

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333

[RAE]

@savannah_grace2009

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

Because I’m a writer.

Or it could be payback for your sad prologue and first chapter.

Jkjk

I will update you if Terry forgives Estelle, so you can be happy again (or maybe post a Tenz scene).

 

"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)

[The Ducktator]

@rae

It’s so sad. 😭

The squirrels are collecting more nuts than usual this winter. I've already lost 3 relatives.

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