No Fear Blogfest starts today!

At last, the moment you have all been waiting for is here!



The No Fear blogfest is underway!!!
$30 / £20 to be won!

Just post a passage in which your MC (or your favourite fictional character) shows their bravery. It might be in the face of physical danger, or peer pressure or personal sacrifice. It might be epic bravery or bravery that goes unnoticed by anyone but us, your devoted readers.

Your entry can be as long or as short as you want, although spare a thought for those who want to read all the thousands of entries!

These are the contributors who I know have written their pieces ... I will add more as I find them!

WriterzBlockNZ	Margo Benson	Tony Benson
Summer Ross	Michael Di Gesu	Madeleine
Ellie Garratt	Elaine Smith	Christopher  Ledbetter
Raquel Byrnes	Dawn Embers	Roland  Yeomans
Francine  Howarth	Mysti Parker	Tessa Conte
L'Aussie	Lisa Ricard Claro	Zan Marie
Mara Nash	Myne Whitman	Dan Klinefelter
Botanist	Stephanie Jones

There is still time to sign up if you would like to join in ...



I will post about voting later in the weekend.

Here is my story - not to be entered into the voting of course. Although this is a scene in my current WIP, I have written it slightly ahead of time, so will have some fun stitching it in when I get there!

I think you can pick up most things, but I ought to mention that Tomus is a follower of Anwe, and adept at certain forms of magic, like healing and producing light. The prophecy that has so blighted Mikel's life implied, amongst other things which had come true, that Mikel would kill his father.

The Forester, Chapter 4

As Mikel entered the village, he saw a large crowd gathered on the green at the base of Judgement Rock. Most were looking up at the Forester’s court on top of the rock, which was obscured from Mikel’s view by the huge Hanging Tree, but some were looking back at the Forester’s Hall. When they saw Mikel approaching, they nudged one another and stepped aside, opening a way through the crowd. As he reached them, Mikel looked at their faces, these strangers he had known all his life, and saw eyes wide with fear, or urgent with some unspoken warning. Those who had vilified him the most shuffled and looked at their feet. His aunt stepped forward, her eyes red rimmed and cheeks streaked with tears.
“What’s the matter, Aunt Jenna?” Mikel said when it was clear that she could not bring herself to speak.
She raised both hands to her face as fresh tears welled up and she looked up at the huge tree that loomed over them all. Mikel followed her gaze and froze. He felt the blood drain from his face and a fist clench his heart. There was his father, hanging from one of the lower branches; his hands limp at his sides and a rope cutting into his neck. Mikel’s senses reeled. His father had given him nothing but curses and beatings, had treated him with suspicion and contempt, yet Mikel felt as if an axe had swept his feet from under him. He stumbled and several hands reached out to support him. These were his people now.
His cousin grabbed his arm painfully and pointed up at the rock. “Mikel! They’ve taken father. Do something!”
Mikel’s mind snapped back into focus and he strode towards the rough hewn steps that led to the top of the rock. Two soldiers stood guard at the bottom but they let him pass and followed him up. The steps opened out into a natural hollow in the rock, with seating carved into the rock walls. The Hanging Tree spread its massive canopy overhead and his father’s body, suspended over the edge of the rock, drew Mikel’s eyes. The swollen, blood flecked face, tongue lolling from blue tinged lips, eyes wild and staring, transfixed Mikel where he stood.
“Well, well. The little whelp returns. Too late! Useless as ever.” The familiar voice tore Mikel’s attention from his dead father.
Lord Donard stood over his uncle, who cowered on his knees before him. Soldiers stood to either side. Mikel felt a fury welling up and he struggled to keep it in check.
“You are here a day early Donard. You are trespassing on Forester’s land.” Mikel said. He wondered if his hammering heart made his voice shake.
Donard sneered at him. “What difference does a day make? I warned your father that he was to deliver four thousand gold crowns in tax on pain of death. Are you going to collect it from the people of Woodbridge and the Forest by tomorrow? Or shall I just hang you now like I hanged your father?”
A soldier appeared at the top of the steps carrying a bundle. Mikel glanced in his direction and recognised Captain Bressan.
“I am now the Forester, Donard,” Mikel said, “and you stand in the Forester’s court. The Forest Verderer, Durrem son of Athan, acts as court clerk.” His uncle rose slowly, visibly shaking, and nodded. Donard and Captain Bressan were talking in low voices, but Mikel did not want to lose the initiative.
“Donard, you have confessed before the witnesses here gathered that you ordered the murder of Jerram son of Athan, Forester. The punishment for the murder of one of direct royal descent is death.”
Lord Donard looked up sharply. “What are you talking about whelp?” He turned back to Bressan. “You have your orders Captain.” Captain Bressan walked to the edge of the rock and held his sword aloft. Mikel looked over as Bressan’s men threw flaming torches onto the thatched roof of the Forester’s Hall and into the stables, while others broke jars of oil on the timber walls.
Mikel resisted the urge to run back to his home and instead turned to Donnard.
“Under the Forester’s Charter, I have the discretion to levy Weregild. The value on the life of a man of royal descent is five thousand gold crowns. In the interests of the people of Woodbridge and of the Forest, you may take the value of the taxes from the levy. The balance shall be delivered to the Clerk of the Court within one moon.”
Donard’s eyes blazed. “The Shades take you, and your dog-rotted family.” He advanced on Mikel and held up a large axe with a wide head and thin blade, more like a battle axe than a wood axe. “Do you recognise this, whelp? This is the axe your father kept hidden for years for fear of you. Well, you don’t scare me boy. The Lord Proctor wants you out of his way and he gets what he wants.”
Mikel stared at the axe. It was the first time he had ever seen it, but legend said the axe of the Foresters was made after the Battle of Kharvas, ten long centuries before. As Lord Donard reached Mikel, he raised the axe and brought it down with a wide sweep aimed at Mikel’s head. Before Mikel could react, Donard screamed in pain and let go of the axe, which hit the ground at Mikel’s feet. Everyone stared at Donard’s hand which was red and blistering. Mikel looked down at the Forester’s axe, his axe. Mikel reached out; surely his axe would not sear him as it had Donard. The handle felt cool to his touch. The balance of the weapon was perfect and although he knew nothing of fighting, he felt at home with it.
Donard backed away. “Kill him,” he ordered the soldiers. Captain Bressan advanced, as the other soldiers drew their swords.
Mikel looked at the professional killers facing him and knew his life was at an end. All the years of suffering and secret hope that one day he would escape the curse of the prophecy, had come to this moment of utter despair. He lowered his axe. He would die, what sense was there in hurting others, even those commanded to execute him?
“Leave him,” a new voice commanded from behind Mikel. The soldiers put up their hands to shield their eyes as a piercing white light flooded across the Forester’s Court. The light was so intense that colour was bleached form everything and shadows fled.
“Leave now,” the voice commanded. The soldiers stumbled back, blinded, and with Lord Donard retreated down the steps, leaving Mikel and his uncle with the great light. Mikel felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice whispered, “Tell me when they’ve gone; this is killing me.”
“Tomus?” Mikel whispered back. “Am I glad to see you., or hear you anyway!”
Mikel watched Donard and the soldiers mount up and set off at a gallop. “They’ve gone!” he said and turned as the light shut off.
Tomus smiled. “Oh good.” Then he collapsed.