#fictionfriday, number 51

Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.I suppose this seems to be¬†becoming more of a #fictionsaturday or #fictionsunday lately, but I’m going to stick with #fictionfriday.Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
Malair started from his sleep at the light tap on his arm. He opened his eyes and barely saw Dailen standing with a plate of fruit, cheese, and meat. The candles had burned out except for one or two, the room was practically dark.
“I’ll bring some candles sir.” Dailen sat the plate down.
“Thank you, Dailen.” Malair picked up a piece of meat and popped it into his mouth. He reveled in the flavor. It tasted delicious.
Dailen left the room as Malair moved a pile of papers for a new batch of candles.
Malair took a slice of pear and put it on a piece of cheese before eating it. The door to the antechamber opened again as Dailen returned with an armful of candles. He hastily put them on the table and started to light them from one of the candles just about to burn out.
That was when the wax dripped, burning hot, and the old paper caught the flame. Malair jumped up patting frantically at the papers. Dailen fell back and was crying, in between gasps he seemed to be muttering something, apologizing over and over.
The flames seemed to leap from pile of papers to pile of papers and appear instantaneously.
Malair finally gave up and scooped Dailen into his arms and burst out of the antechamber.
“Fire!” Malair shouted. “Bring water!”
Suddenly the corridor was alive with scholars and servants, buckets of water splashed in the chamber.
Finally, the flames had been doused and the chaos was over.
Malair stood in the doorway to the chamber and looked over the piles of sodden papers, ashes, and damage.
“It’s all gone.” Malair barely managed to get the words out.
“I’m sorry sir,” Dailen whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Malair turned around and pulled the boy in. “It’s not your fault, don’t cry. You didn’t mean to let the candle wax drip.”
The boy sniffled. Malair heard a soft crinkle. He pulled the boy back and noticed a scroll crunched up in his hand.
“Did you save that?”
The boy nodded his head, tears in his eyes. He dragged the back of his hand across his nose.

That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of¬†Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!

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