BEDAugust 2

Two days and thus far I've managed the video AND the blog. We'll see if it's something I can get to continue.  I'm sticking with the themes I used to have even though I haven't been writing them in almost a month. I feel bad that June and July went south so quickly, but that's a price you have to pay sometimes. Anyway, today is Thursday which makes it a finish a story or expand a dream day. I'm going to go look for something to finish.

I couldn't find anything on my computer and since there are currently people asleep in my room where my notebooks full of unfinished pieces are stored I'll just have to go with writing a random but of fiction from a Figment prompt instead. It occurs to me that BEDA is likely supposed to be about me blogging my life, but since I'm hesitant to talk too much about my job and I honestly don't do too much outside work, my life doesn't fill a blog very well. Thus I turn to writing fiction, which is infinitely more thrilling.


Figment.com prompt
Create an imperfect villain – one with a rich history that explains the events that shaped your antagonist – the painful or traumatic events that created the character your readers will love to hate.

Kaylynn used to be happy, at least that's what she tells herself at night when she wants to jump off the bow of her ship. She tells herself that she used to be happy, and that means she could be happy again. Of course there's always a small part of her brain reminding her that it's a lie, what she remembers as happy was really just young and naive. She believed in things that didn't exist and was tricked into being happy. Yet, despite that small insistent voice, Kaylynn has kept her feet on the deck of the ship for twelve years now.

Kaylynn could vividly remember growing up with her father. The Kings Aerial Navy had never seen a better captain, and Kaylynn had basically grown up on an airship. Her mother had died before she could remember, but it never seemed to matter. She never felt lacking with the skies laid out in front of her, the wind in her hair, and her father at her side. By the time Kaylynn was six she could steer an airship on her own, knew how to navigate the skies, and could fire the cannons and rifles better than most of the soldiers on board her father's ship. By ten Kaylynn worked on the ship, learning how to operate each piece, and by twelve she was the unofficial pilot, trusted by the crew but unsanctioned by the crown. The only thought in Kaylynn's mind was how long it was taking to reach 18, when she could become a soldier herself.

That dream was stolen from her the summer after she turned 13. Kaylynn was on the airship when her father was called on a mission in enemy air. His superior ordered him to trim down his crew to only essential personell and fly into Grater territory. The mission was supposed to be simple; fly in, take some photos of bases, fly out. Flying in went just fine but when they emerged from cloud cover to take the pictures they found the Grater base stocked to the brim with anti-airship cannons, all already cocked and aimed. It was as if they knew the ship was coming. The airship was damaged beyond repair and crashed to the ground. Kaylynn survived only because her father threw her off the crashing ship with a parachute. She was the only lucky one, everyone else perished.

Kaylynn found herself stuck in Grater territory with nothing but her skills and a worn out pilots uniform to her name. She managed to find a town, and it was there she learned something that would change the course of her life forever. Kaylynn had planned to find her way out of the Grater's land and back the the Crown and her father's superiors. That was until she saw one of her father's superiors at the town marketplace. At first Kaylynn believed she'd somehow managed to make it out of Grater land, but as she listened it became clear the sergeant had come in instead.  The more he spoke to the locals the more suspicious Kaylynn became, and when he admitted to tipping off the base to the arrival of her father's ship Kaylynn saw red.

She remembers very little about what happened that night, but the next morning the sergeant was dead, she was covered in blood, and she held a signed letter explaining that the Crown had set her father up to die. The sergeant had told her that people were losing faith in the Crown and the war, they didn't believe it was necessary anymore. The Crown decided they needed a way to make the people pay attention. Kaylynn's father was well known and well loved, his death would upset the world, sparking them into action, so the Crown arranged to have the Grater's kill him.

Kaylynn looks from the sky over the bow of her ship to the blood on her hands. They met a Crown ship tonight, thirty soldiers on board, now all dead. Yet it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. Kaylynn would tear about the Crown's forces piece by piece but she knew it would never be enough, not until she'd ripped the crown from the King's cold dead hands. He needed to pay for what he'd done, and he was going to. Kaylynn looked out of the bow of her ship again. The royal palace was peeking out just above the horizon, shining like a beacon, beckoning Kaylynn to come and test her mettle.

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Until tomorrow.