All The King's Traitors Sample - Fiction - Fantasy (M/F Dialogue)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) Scottish (General)Transcript
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Cooper jolted upward, the slap pulling him from his half conscious state. He looked at his tor NW clothes and bruised body. He was relieved to see he was a ll there. There was something else. Though he felt strange. He noticed a golden stone glowing in his hand. That strange feeling was emanating from the rock. He was holding the stone so tightly that a thin line of blood was trickling down the side of his palm. But he felt no pain. He dropped it. What happened? He asked. He could feel his voice crack as if he'd been asleep for a long time. He turned to see his brother, who was kneeling beside him, and he saw a tool girl with long blonde hair that had been tossed into a side braid. Her pale olive skin seemed washed out, as if it rarely saw the sun. Cuba pointed awkwardly at the stranger, still feeling disoriented from the blast. Who no time for that. Now they'll figure out you're missing scene, she said as she pulled him to his feet. Can you walk what? Cooper asked. He tried to keep his balance as he looked from the girl to his brother. He shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. Can you walk? She asked again, her green eyes piercing into his Can you? Can you let him breathe for a second I onset. Pushing himself in front of a stranger, Cooper looked from the strange young woman back to his older brother. But he quickly looked away, unable to look at the marks of the beating Ion had taken for him. You okay? I asked quietly. Cuba could feel his brother looking him up and down, his chest tightened. Yeah, I think so, Get Ion said, looking him over one last time. Cooper's head, her and he could feel panic creeping up his chest, but he wanted to be strong for his brother. We're going to have to get going, I own continued. They'll be after us. Cooper nodded. Look, I don't know what kind of trouble you tour in, said the stranger, But whatever it is just got infinitely worse. Why? Cooper asked, because of deaths, she said as she bent down and grabbed the golden stone, shoving it back into his hand. Don't let it out of your sight. No, let's go! Hold up. I own interjected. Clearly in pain, he hobbled over to the girl Go where the only place we're going is home. I appreciate you're saving us from the fire and you can't go home, she said matter of factly. The villages are will be under surveillance. If you're lucky, if they think that there's any chance the kid is back there, they'll burn it to the grained me, Cooper croaked, horrified. Why would they burn it? Because of May. Because of that, she spat, pointing at the stone and pursing her lips. Cuba looked at the stone in his hand and then back at the girl, confused. Then he looked to his brother, who seemed just as confused as he was. The girl crouched down close to Cuba. Do you really not know what that is? She asked quietly. She looked from Cuba, toe eye on both of whom were giving her blank stares. Cooper watched as she slowly unwrapped the grey scarf that was draped around her neck underneath the layers of fabric on a necklace with a brilliant glowing red stone hanging from it, A stone just like his. You're a wheel that kid could. We looked from her stone to his own and swallowed hard. They had learned about the wielders in his lessons. They were blessed with the power of the gods, stones, powerful rocks that fell from the sky at the God King Napoleon's word, granting their recipients the ability to control an element and to live forever. Cooper looked over to his brother, who's reaction was just a startled as his own. The God king was wielding himself after all. All right, all right, ions. Icy eyes were wide darting from one stone to the other. He looked as if he wasn't breathing as if you might explode. His fists were clenched, and Cuba knew that meant his mind was racing. Prove it, he said, finally seeming to regain his composure. Excuse me, the girl answered, nonplussed. Prove it. Cooper can't be a wilder king. Napoleon is the only one who could grant those powers, Ion said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. The girl stared at him for a moment. Fine, she replied as she wrapped her scarf back around her neck. You boys may want to back up. She calmly brought her hands in front of her stomach and her eyes fluttered shut. there was calm in the forest for a moment. Cooper was confused at first, but when she re opened her eyes, they were glazed over and white. It was otherworldly. Her hands began moving, dancing in a circle and then, slowly, out of nothing at all, a fireball began to form between her hands. Cuba watched in or is the ball of fire levitated in front of her flickering red and orange. The crackle of the flames sounded like a perfect addition to the noises of the forest. It was peaceful, hypnotising Kuba smiled. Then she slammed her hands together, extinguishing the massive flame on the white drained from her eyes. I Andre, Leah of giraffe, she said powerfully through laboured breaths. And I am a fire wielder.