I grumbled incoherently, and tried to swat away the hand that was shaking me awake. My head felt like someone was trying to mine a tunnel through my gray matter, and the shaking was only making it worse.
âWake up! We have to get on the move. We need to make the most of our head start.â the annoying voice said, âIf you donât get up, Iâll be forced to leave you behind. And I wonât pay you.â
Well, that got me up.
I slid out of my makeshift blanket-bed, and took in the scene around me. We were camped a little ways under an outcropping, on the edge of a wide meadow. Our horses were tied to a small sapling, off to the side, and my employer was hastily preparing them to go.
âEat something and sober up. Weâve got to move as soon as we can.â She paused. âYou arenât a vegetarian, are you?â
I noticed, now, that there was some sort of meat on a skewer being blackened over the fire. It smelled delicious. At that moment, my stomach very loudly reminded me that I hadnât eaten anything since lunch the previous day. I picked up the skewer and took a bite.
The meat was hot and so tender that it practically melted in my mouth. The outside was slightly crunchy, and the meat smoky and unexpectedly sweet. I swallowed and proceeded to wolf the rest of it down.
âThat was quick.â she commented, as I finished the meat.
âIâm hungry.â I mumbled, while carefully picking the remaining scraps off the bones.
âI suppose rat meat cooks well then.â
I froze, the realization hitting me like a hammer.
âThat was a joke,â she said, seeing my expression. âItâs rabbit.â
âIt wasnât very funny.â
She sighed. âOkay, maybe it wasnât, but can you get on your horse now? We have to go.â
I looked at my horse balefully. It was a large, brown animal, and, for the life of me, I couldnât remember how I had gotten on the previous night.
My employer seemed to understand this, and said, âHitch up your skirt, find a rock, and ride side-saddle if you have to, but just get on the horse. It doesnât bite.â
I bit back a comment that it was a robe not a skirt, and attempted to mount the beast.
The first time, I managed, somehow, to overshoot, and landed on the opposite side of the Horse. The second time, miraculously, worked.
After some initial awkwardness with my robe, I decided to take her advice and ride side-saddle. Which was awkward, but not as much otherwise.
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Taverns. Both a blessing and a curse, really. On the bright side, people looking for help always know where to find a traveling adventurer to throw their money at. On the not-so-bright side, well, there were the drunk adventurers.
âLook, youâve had enough to drink, and Iâm not interested. Why donât you wander off somewhere and let me finish my drink?â I snapped, refusing to look up from my glass of elven cider.
âBut youâre such a lurvly woman! Sittinâ heer, all alone... It ainât right!â slurred the drunken knight. If he was a knight. The man in question had more resemblance to a shaved monkey carrying a rusty sword than a nobleman.
âIâm sitting in this tavern because Iâm looking for work, not because Iâm lonely.â
âOh, soâs youâre one of them ladies. How much?â
I put down my glass carefully, turned to the man, opened my mouth to provide a suitably cutting remark before being cut off.
âI only have a copper or two tâspare...â He looked me up and down, âNah, one should be enough.â
That was the last straw. To be honest, I could have just thrown a drink in his face instead of setting his hair on fire. Or I could have thrown the drink in his face and then set his hair on fire. Alcohol is flammable, or so Iâve heard. Actually, that probably explained why his hair burned so well. Not that he didnât deserve it. It was just a cosmetic thing. And maybe next time heâll be able to tell the difference between a mage and a âpainted ladyââ
I mean, I donât even wear a dress! I wear a robe! A wizardâs robe! Theyâre practically designed to keep their occupants chaste! No wrists, no ankles, no nothing in view!
I was completely in my rights to set his hair on fire! It was completely unfair that tavern kicked me out!
I aimed a kick at the curb, and missed, stumbling a couple of paces.
Maybe I was a bit more tipsy than I thought. Elven cider has a very small alcohol percentage, but if the bar tender was improperly diluting it... Well, elven cider takes on some rather unpleasant properties when it comes in contact with wet things. Water is wet.
Something poked me in the shoulder. I whirled around. Or attempted to whirl around. It was more of an off kilter tottering spin.
âExcuse me, are you the wizard that set that guyâs hair on fire?â asked a young woman.
âTechnically a mage. Slightly different. Less theoretical.â I automatically responded.
âPretty impressive. A targeted fireball spell adjusted for strength, size and duration. On the fly too. Even when youâre-â She tilted her head as she examined me, â-sloshed.â
âYup. Iâm an improviser. Clear mind, all the time.â I mumbled, âYou... are wearing leather.â
âComes with the business. Iâm looking to hire an escort.â
âAs in bodyguard.â
âYes.â
A job! She was offering me a job! An actual job!
âWhat would I be escorting?â
âMe and a sort of necromancy pendant. The job lasts until the pendant is destroyed, and it pays by the week.â
That was a pretty good deal. âHow much per week?â
She leaned until her face was almost brushing mine. Out of instinct, I backed up a step.
âOh, relax. I just donât want the entire street to hear what Iâm willing to pay you.â
That was a good thing then. Must be a lot. I didnât back away the next time she leaned in close. Her breath tickled the hairs on my cheek.
âA hundred gold pieces per week, first week in advance.â
Wow. That was a lot. I mean, per week. Pretty good pay. I pretended to think about it.
âSounds reasonable. When does it begin?â
She looked over her shoulder. âNow is a good time.â
I shuffled a step to the side to look behind her.
A little ways down the road, two shadowy figures abandoned all hope of trying to sneak up on us, and broke into a run.
âBad guys?â I slurred, tilting my head to the side.
âVery bad,â she replied, stepping out of my way. âWell, probably. Theyâve been following us since the bar, so, I assume theyâre at least shady. Definitely stupid though.â
âGot that right.â I muttered. Setting them on fire didnât seem like a great idea. It was very flashy, and locals tended to get angry about that sort of thing. I guess that left...
I stretched out my hands and âgrabbedâ the air, molding it into a shape. It was a warm night, pretty good conditions. I waited until they were about fifteen feet away, and sent the air flying at them.
They went down like a poorly-stacked pile of books in an earthquake.
I gave a smirk and turned to face my employer, who gave an acknowledging nod, and walked over to the two men, one of which was starting to groan and pick himself up. Almost casually, she drew a knife, kicked the legs out from underneath the man and placed the knife up against his throat.
âWhy were you following me?â she asked.
âI ainât tellinâ ye nothinâ!â cried the man.
My employer rolled her eyes a little and drove the blade into his forearm, holding it firm for a moment before taking it out again. This action prompted a string of obscenities from the captive.
âNow you know Iâm serious. Why were you following me?â
Her question was ignored in favor of more cussing and attempts to stem the flow of blood. I hoped that wound wasnât too deep. Looked pretty bad. I winced when she hit the thug across the face to make him shut up.
âIâll repeat myself one more time before I stab you somewhere else. Why were you following us?â
âYou stole something.â replied the thug, âAnd somebody wants it back. Thatâs all I know!â
âI think heâs telling the truth.â I said.
âI know. We need to leave, though.â
âNow?â
âYes. Do you have your things?â
âWell, no, but yes.â I managed to say.
âYouâre not making sense. Do you have them or not?â
âDimensional gate.â I said, and pointed to a pouch on my belt, âI can keep all sorts of things in here.â
âExcellent. Letâs go.â
The rest of the night was something of a blur. I vaguely remember buying horses, riding out through a gate and making camp, although by that time, the effects of the improperly diluted elven cider had set in, and all I wanted to do was pass out.
(this is a short, ten-minute play that I wrote about a year ago, about a button that does mysterious things. Enjoy.)
1:Â You have to see it! Come on, Come on, come on.
3:Â Weâre going.
1:Â Here it is!
2:Â ... Itâs a button. You dragged us to the schoolâs basement for this? I have a tutoring session with Jack in, like, ten minutes.
1:Â A RED button! A button that says âDo Not Push Under Any Circumstances ever!â
3:Â So?
1:Â WE PUSH IT.
2:Â No you donât!
1:Â Why not?
2:Â You donât push the buttons that say âDonât push!â In movies and things, people always press them and (makes a BOOM noise and gestures with hands)
1:Â ... They are transported to a magical world where they have adventures?
3: I say let her push it.
(1 does a victory dance and heads for button)
2:Â DONâT YOU DARE. (1 stops and sighs) Why in the world do you say that?
3:Â Itâs probably relatively harmless, and if it isnât, Iâm sure disemboweling blades only have a reach of six feet. (afterthought) Also, If she presses it, Iâll know what it does, minus me actually pressing it.
2:Â It could be an explosive device. Or worse! It could put the whole world in danger!
1:Â Right. When did that ever happen? (resumes heading towards button)
2:Â Oh donât you even-
3:Â (stops her) Oh, just let her press it. They all do in the end anyway.
(1 smiles and hits the button)
2:Â Wait, what was that supposed to mean--
(Strange noise sounds loudly. Then fades off, during which following 4 lines are said)
1:Â I wonder if itâs time travel!
2:Â Weâre all going to DIE.
3:Â Time travel? Kind of a clichĂŠ, donât you think?
2:Â Again, What-?
(Noise stops)
1:Â Nothings... happened.
2:Â Thank goodness.
3:Â No, somethingâs happened... But there should be some sign, right? or someone to explain it to us.
(Mad Scientist enters)
Mad Scientist:Â You!
1:Â Us?
Mad Scientist:Â You pressed the button! It was labeled for a reason!
2:Â Told you.
Mad Scientist:Â What in the WORLD possessed you to press a button that obviously does something, and something bad? I mean, if you saw a button labeled âIf you press this button it will trigger a boobytrap that will cut off your head.â Would you push it?
1:Â Well, that tells me what it does. Problem solved. But, yâknow, if it just says âDonât touchâ what can I do? I have to know what happens! Speaking of which... what did happen?
Mad Scientist:Â Oh. You want to know what happened? Iâll explain what happened. You, my friend, have just activated one of the most powerful and unreliable machines in the known universe. You have triggered the Belief Machine.
2:Â The what?
Mad scientist:Â You know how sometimes you half believe something, something that could never be true? How sometimes you jump to conclusions based on those impossible beliefs?
2:Â Never.
3:Â Of course.
Mad Scientist:Â (sighs) well, the belief machine harnesses the pent-up possibility energy created by those beliefs to... well, make the beliefs true.
1:Â Prove it!
Mad scientist:Â Hm... Well, you know how you always half-believed that in every janitor's closet lived a green tentacled monster? (2 and 3 look at 1 quizzically)
1: ... Maybe.
Mad scientist:Â Well...
(Mad scientist opens door on stage right. Lights suddenly change color and a mighty roar rings out. Mad scientist slams door shut.)
Mad scientist:Â Happy now?
3:Â (after pause) So, are there any limits?
Mad scientist:Â Well, for starters, it only effects things within a one-mile radius centered around you, and anything you created while in this bubble will return to normal after it exits that space. Also, it only applies to you threeâs beliefs.
1:Â I believe I have one million dollars in my backpack right now!
Mad scientist:Â You actually have to believe it. Itâs not a genie. It doesnât grant wishes.
2:Â Wonderful. How do we reverse it?
Mad Scientist:Â Whereâs your sense of adventure? (2 advances menacingly on Mad scientist) Okay! You just press the button again. Simple as that.
2:Â Simple as that? I donât believe it.
Mad scientist:Â You donât believe it, it wonât happen.
2:Â No, I think I believe... but whatâs keeping me from pressing the button?
Mad scientist:Â One-mile radius, remember? Things inside the radius remain the same after you press the button. Who knows whatâs changed already? Iâll be outside the radius. (starts to walk off)
2:Â Wait a moment-
3:Â You didnât really believe heâd explain everything, did you?
1:Â I wonder what he meant by that?
(Jack enters stage ducking behind random pieces of set and generally acting like James Bond)
Jack:Â One hour thirteen minutes until doomsday device explodes! Câmon people! We need to MOVE!
3:Â Jack, What the heck are you doing?
Jack:Â Not Jack, Ladies. Jaques. Jaques Jones.
(both look at 1)
1:Â I canât help it! he looks so much like the actor!
3:Â Oh boy.
2:Â You turned him into a superspy! Why?
Jack:Â Ah! Young lady! (Turns to 2) I must apologize for ignoring your presence! I must profess I have never laid eyes upon such beauty! Your eyes put nuclear explosions to shame with their glowing luminance!
2:Â What. The. Heck. Which one of you believes this.
Jack:Â Believes what? I, for one, believe that you are truly the epitome of all the beauty I have seen in my many travels across the world and known universe.
3:Â Aw, I knew it, you two are so cute together.
2:Â Not now! Not like this!
1:Â Ooooh! I knew it!
2:Â Both of you?
3:Â (sheepishly) The romantic stuff is probably me... Iâve been reading some cheesy fanfictions-
Jack:Â (to 2) Do you disapprove of me? I would be quite willing to change... for you.
2:Â We have to get him back to normal. Outside the radius, thatâs what the guy said, right?
3:Â (in low tone) I think I know something that might work. (Gets close to Jack) Good sir, I believe that to win over the heart of your fair lady love, you must complete a mission.
Jack:Â A mission?
3:Â Indeed, your mission. You must get exactly two miles away from this spot and look carefully for any signs of a force field. It is what prevents her from going with you.
Jack:Â Aha! I will free you my lady love! (pauses) (to 3) Thank you. (Leaves)
2:Â As soon as he gets out of range and reverts to normal, we hit the button.
1:Â But why? Itâs just getting fun!
2:Â Fun? you call this fun? We are walking a very fine line here! We could seriously upset the laws of nature like this! You seem to think this is all fun and games!
3:Â Has anything happened to suggest itâs not?
2:Â Well, of course itâs going to be all great until something serious happens! This isnât a movie! Stuff just happens.
1:Â Yeah, because if this were a movie, we wouldâve met the villain by now.
2:Â The villain?
1:Â Well, you know, good cheesy Sci-Fi shows always have some sort of enemy, thatâs really evil, but either dies off, gets defeated or turns good at the end.
3:Â Oh no.
1:Â What?
3:Â You just said that in a knowledgeable tone.
2:Â So?
3:Â When someone says something like that in that tone of voice, you tend to believe them before reality sets in.
2:Â What do you- Oh. Yeah. Weâre going to have to face a villain now, because if merely stating it didnât do it, you just explained why it would do it.
1:Â Canât follow... brain hurts...
(Ms. Scott enters)
Ms. Scott:Â Hello? Anybody down here?
(1,2 and 3 visibly startled)
1:Â I donât want to be eaten! (Turns around) Oh. Wait. Hi Ms. Scott!
(2 and 3 relax once they see Ms. Scott.)
Ms. Scott:Â What are you children doing in the schoolâs basement?
2:Â There is a very easy explanation for that-
3: -And that is that weâre doing a project on what kinds of strange spots appear on the ceilings of the school and what they are actually made of. That one (points up) doesnât seem to be mold. One theory is that it is barbecue sauce.
Ms. Scott:Â You shouldâve gotten a pass. It can be dangerous down here.
2:Â Weâre sorry, Ms. Scott. We didnât know that it was off-limits. (starts to head off)
Ms. Scott:Â Because in these damp, sound-proofed basements... No one might ever find the bodies.
1:Â What?
Ms. Scott:Â If something happened to you down here, your bodies might never be found, as no one ever comes down here.
2:Â Oh my god, Ms. Scottâs the villain.
3:Â Great. You said it.
Ms. Scott:Â But Iâm not a villain! A villain would have to do something evil! (draws closer to 2 and takes out knife) Like, perhaps, this? (stabs 2, 2 crumples)
1:Â Obscenity!
3:Â (rushes to 2) Oh crap! Are you okay? (No response. 3 takes pulse. Nothing.) No way.
1:Â Sheâs not dead, is she?
3:Â No! No. Of course sheâs not dead. At least not for long!
1:Â What do you mean? Is she dead or what?
Ms. Scott:Â Sheâs dead, and you will be soon... and then there will be no beliefs...
3:Â Shut up! (to 1) We are in a Sci-fi style world, right?
1:Â Yes...
3:Â And what do you know about Sci-Fi books and movies?
1:Â ... There are spaceships?
3:Â Close, but no.
1:Â Monsters? Rayguns?
3:Â No, itâs that whenever a main character dies, they always come back to life in some unbelievable cheesy way after the boss is defeated!
1:Â And?
3:Â We pressed a button which activated a machine that made strange things happen. What part of that isnât cheesy Science Fiction?
1:Â you mean, after we defeat Ms. Scott, sheâll come back to life?
3:Â Of course!
Ms. Scott:Â That is, of course, assuming you can defeat me.
3:Â Well, look, you made a mistake in becoming the villain in this half-belief world.
Ms. Scott:Â And what mistake is that?
3:Â I believe in Karma.
Ms. Scott:Â Karma?
(1 rushes in and punches Ms. Scott hard. Ms. Scott crumples.)
3:Â Karma.
1:Â Boss defeated!
3:Â Whoo!
(during following commotion, Ms. Scott sneaks/crawls offstage)
2:Â (Jerks up suddenly) What the heck?
3:Â Hit the button! Now!
1:Â (Hits button) Done!
2:Â Ow. My Chest hurts. What happened- Wait... I got stabbed! Iâm dead! Iâm dead!
3:Â You arenât dead. We brought you back to life and hit the button.
2:Â ... How do I know that?
1:Â Well, for starters... ah... youâre not dead?
2:Â Wonderful... Whereâs Ms. Scott, by the way?
1:Â Oh, sheâs right there. I punched her and then you came back to life and we hit the button so you wouldnât die again!
3:Â No sheâs not.
1:Â Whoâs not what?
3:Â Ms. Scott isnât right there... Sheâs gone.
2:Â Cue ominous music... Speaking of ominous, do you know if Jack got out of the field in time?
1:Â Dunno.
3:Â Didnât have time to check.
2:Â Oh no... What about all the random closet monsters that were summoned in the beginning?
3:Â Well, now we know what the next adventure is.
2:Â Right. Adventure.
(3 opens door previously opened by Mad Scientist and weird lights turn on and fierce roar is heard. 1, 2 and 3 assume battle positions, and then lights go down and play ends)
In the Pixar Movie Up, in the first 8 minutes, there is a montage. It's less than five minutes, and is known for its ability to make people cry. (Watch it. Try and keep your eyes dry.) The audience sees Carl and Ellie grow up together, get married, grow old together, and, eventually, split apart when Ellie dies. Part of why it's so very, very sad is that you know pretty much how Carl feels when Ellie dies. You empathize with him.
Which pretty much sums up the Mourner effect. Readers empathize with with the characters in mourning, and mourn themselves, even if they wouldn't be moved otherwise. If executed correctly, in a high-stakes story, the Mourner effect also sucks the reader in further and heightens the suspense. Dana, from Dana's Dojo, explains character death very well, with an approach that's both brutal and caring. "If you're putting your characters in mortal peril, important people must die from time to time," because in risky situations, people get hurt. Sometimes fatally.
Although, to pull off the mourner effect, you need people to kind of like the character, care about the character. This means, that instead of distancing yourself and your readers from the character, you need to pull the doomed character in closer, spending time getting to know them before they go and end the character's life. You have to talk to them, give them feelings and hopes, and when it comes time to kill the character off, you've got to tear up a little, not want to let them go, so your readers won't want to either.
You can see it in a lot of the really effective novels out there. The Deathly Hallows, for instance, the wizarding war is fought, and a lot of people die. They die horribly. Rowling constantly keeps the readers on the tips of their toes during the second half of the novel, making them try and guess who's going to make it out alive, even forcing them to wonder if Harry is going to survive. She endears characters to the audience and then kills them. They aren't clean, romantic deaths either. There's unfinished business, unfulfilled promises... and abandoned, mourning family and friends.
In The Hunger Games*, the Mourner Effect is all over the place. Particularly, with Rue's death. A small girl that reminds Katniss of her sister, Rue quickly becomes close to Katniss, and through her, the reader, even though they know that only one teenager can  make it out of the arena alive. When Rue dies, Katniss is amazingly upset, even though she tries to remain strong.Â
However much the readers enjoyed the characters, they were not essential to furthering the plot. They were important characters, yes, or in the case of Rue and Ellie, they were made to be killed off.
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* (In both the book in the movie, god, the movie.)
Post Script: There are also a bunch of excellent non-popular fiction examples, those are just common examples. Feel free to reblog with more examples.