First Time Scene: Conquering the Chrysalis
Rule: Share a scene (or write it) where one of your POV characters sees another for the first time!
Thanks again @thelimeonadeâ for the tag! (Btw I like JUSTÂ realized the double meaning behind your url, very clever!)
Iâm still trying to work out the details of how this will end up happening, but the way my MC meets the woman who only after like 150 years eventually becomes her best friend is a critical plot point. The following is by no means a final version of how this scene is going to play out, but I could use the practice so here goes nothing!
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Papil spiraled.
Mom...
Choking back another sob she ran for her life. Ran down side passages and forgotten alleys through the heart of the capital, farther and farther away from the scorching inferno that was once her training center. Legs racing, heart racing faster, mind racing too fastâ
ââPapil itâs over, theyâre coming for youââ
ââKetterpĂŒll has fallen, weâre all doomedââ
ââmeine Heiligen, die Katzesdotterââ
ââif they destroy the Chrysalisââ
ââtrophy execution along with die MarienkĂ€fermonarchinââ
âârounding up all the books and burnââ
ââmeine Heiligen, die KatzesdotterââÂ
ââJaiet du Coeur died a heroâs death, you should be proudââ
ââbut who will be our new Monarchin?ââ
âOh meine Heiligen, die Katzesdotter!â
The real life voice smashed through Papilâs spiraling mind and she stumbled out of her blind run.
âPlease stop, I can help you!â
Gasping for breath, Papil skidded to a stop in the shadow of a seedy canvas overhang, the loose ends of her partially bound wraps fluttering down to her half-naked sides. With wild eyes she searched for the source of the voice.
A plump, olive-skinned young woman in a navy blue hijab hurried over to her from a side doorway. âMeine Heiligen, oh it really is you. Oh my dear, Iâm so sorryââ
Papilâs gasps grew strangled. âThâTheyâre come...theyâre coming for...me...â
âSteady.â The woman placed her hands firmly on Papilâs shoulders, and despite her short-circuiting mind she felt herself calm somewhat. âMy name is Marijam. Iâm an archaeologist. You said the invaders are after you?â
Papil gulped and nodded.
âTheyâre after me too. Or at least, after my museum collection. I had to abandon it and Iâm staying with my cousin until the fuss dies down.â Marijam sized her up. âYouâre small, so we should be able to hide you away. And Iâm sure we can get you a niqab just in case. Now come inside, quickly.â
Wary but too exhausted to care, Papil gratefully followed her inside.
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Tagging @stephrawlingwrites, @eloquenceandemphasis, @that-chibi-writer, @prettylittlelyres, and @b-rainlet















