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"Rory, please. It's been six months and you haven't even submitted the first chapter yet."
It was a beautiful, warm sunny afternoon in a small tourist town. Rory had spent her entire morning browsing the shops along the boardwalk looking for something to spark that little part of her brain that always seemed to have limitless ideas.
"Why do you think we're here, Peter..." she grumbled in response to her publicist. She wasn't sure how he'd even found her, but now he was here following her around the small antique shop she'd wandered into. He kept gesturing to his phone, as if she were supposed to know what he was pointing at. Probably a calendar or a list of deadlines.
"They gave you a huge bonus for this one, you've got to at least show them something!"
Rory ran her fingers over the lacquer on an old music box. The thing was a neat little toy, probably from the 80s but it didn't really seem all that interesting. At least not for the world she'd been writing about for the past ten years in the form of six whole books.
"You pushed me into this book, you know. I'm not even sure if there's another story left to tell." Rory admitted. That was the worst thing she could've said, as Peter stopped in the middle of the store and grabbed at his chest. Rolling her eyes, she let the man have his panic attack as she resumed her search.
The shop was filled with all sorts of neat baubles. Laced umbrellas. Broken dolls. Chipped porcelain tea sets and clothes from multiple decades. After a few half-hearted flips through a couple of dusty books, something glittery caught her eye. Tucked away almost out of sight behind a couple of pillar candles and a dragon bust, a pendant lay catching the sunlight. Immediately she scooped it up and turned it over in her hands.
"I am begging you, Rory! It doesn't even matter if it's three sentences! Just send something to the publishers!"
"Alright, alright!" she acquiesced with a laugh. Taking her find over to the counter, she handed it over and pulled out her credit card. The cashier looked over it curiously.
"My, what a lovely piece. I don't remember having this in the inventory," remarked the cashier.
"Oh, it's for sale though, isn't it? I'd love to have it." begged Rory.
"Of course, of course!" laughed the cashier with a wave of her hand. The price she gave turned out to be more than reasonable for such a nice piece of jewelry, and soon Rory and Peter were out the door.
"I'll try to think of something good. A final book to end the entire series. But I mean it this time, okay? This will be my last book!" Rory insisted. Though Peter made a fuss about it, he finally accepted. Rory gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and got into the small beat-up sedan she'd had since before she'd even became a famous author.
She pulled the necklace out and examined it in her palm. The metal designs looked like burnished copper and so much like the sort of things she imagined for her world. An iridescent lavender gem was set in the center of the diamond shaped peace. Even if she couldn't draw up another story, this was such an extraordinary treasure to find. Rory slipped the chain around her neck, and pulled out onto the street.
The drive back to her hotel should've gone as smooth as ever. Her old sedan recently even got a good checkup in the shop. But as Rory rolled down a steep hill and pressed down on the brakes to try and control the speed, something was wrong! The harder and harder she slammed on the breaks, the faster and faster her car sped down the hill. A loud POP of one of her front tires sent the sedan veering wildly off the road and clear off a cliff towards a river below.
Ice cold water surrounded Rory and she felt like she'd been squeezed to the point of snapping. Had she been thrown from the car? She didn't remember hitting the water or getting out of the car. But she was deep, deep, deep somewhere dark, cold, and wet. When it felt like her lungs were going to explode, she saw a faint orange glow up above her. Frantically she swap up towards the light.
Rory broke the surface with a gasp! Splashing and flailing until her hands took purchase on the stone sides of what looked like a deep indoor fountain or natural spring. The room itself is very dark except for candle-lit torches. It reminder her of old stone churches.
How did she even get there from the river?!
It was a beautiful, warm sunny afternoon in a small tourist town. Rory had spent her entire morning browsing the shops along the boardwalk looking for something to spark that little part of her brain that always seemed to have limitless ideas.
"Why do you think we're here, Peter..." she grumbled in response to her publicist. She wasn't sure how he'd even found her, but now he was here following her around the small antique shop she'd wandered into. He kept gesturing to his phone, as if she were supposed to know what he was pointing at. Probably a calendar or a list of deadlines.
"They gave you a huge bonus for this one, you've got to at least show them something!"
Rory ran her fingers over the lacquer on an old music box. The thing was a neat little toy, probably from the 80s but it didn't really seem all that interesting. At least not for the world she'd been writing about for the past ten years in the form of six whole books.
"You pushed me into this book, you know. I'm not even sure if there's another story left to tell." Rory admitted. That was the worst thing she could've said, as Peter stopped in the middle of the store and grabbed at his chest. Rolling her eyes, she let the man have his panic attack as she resumed her search.
The shop was filled with all sorts of neat baubles. Laced umbrellas. Broken dolls. Chipped porcelain tea sets and clothes from multiple decades. After a few half-hearted flips through a couple of dusty books, something glittery caught her eye. Tucked away almost out of sight behind a couple of pillar candles and a dragon bust, a pendant lay catching the sunlight. Immediately she scooped it up and turned it over in her hands.
"I am begging you, Rory! It doesn't even matter if it's three sentences! Just send something to the publishers!"
"Alright, alright!" she acquiesced with a laugh. Taking her find over to the counter, she handed it over and pulled out her credit card. The cashier looked over it curiously.
"My, what a lovely piece. I don't remember having this in the inventory," remarked the cashier.
"Oh, it's for sale though, isn't it? I'd love to have it." begged Rory.
"Of course, of course!" laughed the cashier with a wave of her hand. The price she gave turned out to be more than reasonable for such a nice piece of jewelry, and soon Rory and Peter were out the door.
"I'll try to think of something good. A final book to end the entire series. But I mean it this time, okay? This will be my last book!" Rory insisted. Though Peter made a fuss about it, he finally accepted. Rory gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and got into the small beat-up sedan she'd had since before she'd even became a famous author.
She pulled the necklace out and examined it in her palm. The metal designs looked like burnished copper and so much like the sort of things she imagined for her world. An iridescent lavender gem was set in the center of the diamond shaped peace. Even if she couldn't draw up another story, this was such an extraordinary treasure to find. Rory slipped the chain around her neck, and pulled out onto the street.
The drive back to her hotel should've gone as smooth as ever. Her old sedan recently even got a good checkup in the shop. But as Rory rolled down a steep hill and pressed down on the brakes to try and control the speed, something was wrong! The harder and harder she slammed on the breaks, the faster and faster her car sped down the hill. A loud POP of one of her front tires sent the sedan veering wildly off the road and clear off a cliff towards a river below.
Ice cold water surrounded Rory and she felt like she'd been squeezed to the point of snapping. Had she been thrown from the car? She didn't remember hitting the water or getting out of the car. But she was deep, deep, deep somewhere dark, cold, and wet. When it felt like her lungs were going to explode, she saw a faint orange glow up above her. Frantically she swap up towards the light.
Rory broke the surface with a gasp! Splashing and flailing until her hands took purchase on the stone sides of what looked like a deep indoor fountain or natural spring. The room itself is very dark except for candle-lit torches. It reminder her of old stone churches.
How did she even get there from the river?!