Prompt Me.

[blue_sweetheart]

So, I'm bored out of my mind and need to write.

Here's where the trusty F-List comes into play. Pick a character from the list and prompt me. If you want me to add a secondary character into the drabble, have at it, just make sure you prompt. I'll write something out and reply to you with it.

The List is here.

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On an ordinary walk on an ordinary day, the bright blue feather had drifted down from the sky, to land lightly in Leslie’s hand as she made her way to the bus stop. It stayed in her sweatshirt pocket all through the school day, where Leslie could make sure it wouldn’t be crushed in her backpack or crimped in her pants pocket.

The ride home was agonizingly long, and when they finally stepped off of the bus Leslie whisked Jesse away without so much as a second glance at ___.

“I found, this morning,” Leslie eventually said, as they were about to cross the rope swing and enter Terabithia, “the lost feather of the long-lost mythical bird of Terabithia.”

Jesse, far more open-minded now than he had been before meeting Leslie, eagerly followed the girl to their kingdom, where she paused to listen to the forest around them. “It is said,” she began slowly, stepping forward as softly as she could, “that the old king betrayed his loyal subjects, and in turn the stoned him, and mixed feathers into his blood as he fled the kingdom. An old witch took the bloodied feathers, spread them into the wind and laid a curse over the king.” She paused, and began again in the smallest of whispers, “Until every last feather could be found and returned to him by those of royal blood, the king would remain in the forest, a shadow cursed to walk between worlds.”

She held the feather up to Jesse, and grinned. “I,” came the proud declaration, “have discovered the final feather, but as there are two of us ruling now, I cannot return it alone.”

Jesse smiled back, and nodded towards the deepest part of the wood. “What are we waiting for, then?”

Without a word, without so much as a change in expression, Jesse took off running. Leslie laughed and started after him, feather in hand.

Today, they would rescue a king.