Thought I'd Share

Many of you know I write (as I've mentioned it before here). Most times I think a book in scenes and then weave it all together. I've been wanting to write fantasy for a while so I finally managed a plot that I was satisfied with and this is one of the very first scenes (and most recent) I've written. A bit of background:

Sahir is a descendant of King Elion, the one who first ruled the lands that are now divided into three kingdoms.  Sahir's father is a Lord in one of the kingdoms doesn't know about his daughter's Gift. But when she recklessly makes her abilities public, she has to flee into the woods because she will likely be killed by any ruling Lord or King for fear that she might claim her rightful throne. The scene here is while she's in the woods and a nobleman's son discovers her while hunting. She knocked him unconscious but he has woken and is her captive. Here's when she reveals herself:

Willann. That was his name, proud and baring his heritage. It should have made me run and hide, for his father presented a bigger threat to me than my own. But the shudder of fear never entered my tired muscles. If anything, it seemed to awake them.

I placed my palm on the ground and let the soil underneath it freeze with my touch. His eyes widened and then, as to confirm I was indeed Gifted, I let my fingers radiate the heat to the ground, which quickly caught fire.

"I am Sahir. Descendant of the King Elion," I said.

I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!