Thank you Imagine Dragons

I could feel it driving home… in the rhythm of the music. It was like feeling each step and strike of a fight… I could picture it all clearly. The raw emotion, each parry and thrust and spin and leap… And I knew I could come home and write. 

Headphones in, music blocking out the world around me… and I wrote. Nearly 3500 words I wrote. I couldn’t stop till they got out of the chamber – they had to at least get out. I had to finish the scene. I’ve been imagining this scene for quite some time – and I just sent it to my writing partner. I hope she likes this version – I would really like to see it kept when we get to that part.

Oh yeah – I didn’t mention I started writing in the middle of a book. Hey, pick up inspiration when and where you can. 


The man wasn’t responding. It was as if he had truly given up. Jacy hadn’t been entirely sure what Skye had meant about everything hinging on Nicholai’s decision until they came into the chamber. He was very obviously injured, and exhausted and beaten. She knew in that instant – it all relied on whether he had any fight left in him.

She didn’t dare send any thoughts over to the man. Xockus might be an over confident bastard, but she wasn’t skilled enough to risk something so blatant. So she watched him. He’d called her on it before – it was instinct. He could feel people watching him. She would probably never find out why or how, but this man had once been a trained predator, and people don’t just lose that. She saw Kaidd’s eyes settle on hers as Jorn stepped off the small dais. Her heart beat a little faster.

She wanted desperately to will Nicholai to open his eyes, she didn’t know how Skye could remain so calm just above her. Two steps, with Jorn being away, it left Xockus prone. Jacy knew there were guards beyond the doors, but presently, it was just the four, and Jorn.

That’s when she saw it – third step. He took a long, deep breath. His face didn’t change, but she could feel the strength he pulled in with that breath. Fourth step, long legged Jorn was five feet from Xockus. Nicholai opened his eyes, but they settled on his nephew, something dark within his gaze. Skye or Xockus – if he got to his feet she could make it work. She felt nothing from Skye, his poker face was astounding. She’d stopped counting Jorn’s steps, but he was halfway to them.

“You realize of course this is all for nothing. They’ll never stop fighting,” Xockus said to Skye. “They’ll just hop on another ship and rush right back here.”

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes. But for now – we have a deal,” Skye said, she could feel him turn and stare down the man. Xockus laughed, the sound was like nails on a chalk board to Jacy. Jorn was a foot from Kaidd and Nicholai.

“That deal is off if they don’t go willingly back to their cell,” Xockus reminded Skye. “I’ll not have them causing problems when I’m this close.”

“Dammit why did he have to say it!” Jacy seethed in her thoughts. Kaidd had it figured out and stood as Jorn approached. The guards let him.

“Why would we fight now, in restraints? When we can always come back – completely prepared to tear you to shreds?” Kaidd asked, that defiant set to his jaw once more, turning to look back at Xockus. Jacy couldn’t keep from smiling when she saw Nicholai adjust himself. All of his weight was moved to his good leg and his eyes settled on Jacy.

“Are you hurt?” he asked her, surprising everyone. Even Jorn stopped and looked down at the man. Jacy gave Nicholai a wink in response and flew into action. 



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