Catch Book 1: Birth

Catch Book 1: Birth

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Genre: Fantasy

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Genre: Fantasy

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Summary

There's a new member of the ambitious Fry family. Diane Fry, a prodigy daughter of a family of weapon makers and Bishop Fry, one of the fastest developing wizards in the entire Black Thorne continent.
And now a new child has been born into the family. This has drawn the attention of many of the Black Air Raiders including the Warcheif.
This is changes the face and value of the family, something is happening. Something beyond the scope of the family.
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Summary

There's a new member of the ambitious Fry family. Diane Fry, a prodigy daughter of a family of weapon makers and Bishop Fry, one of the fastest developing wizards in the entire Black Thorne continent.
And now a new child has been born into the family. This has drawn the attention of many of the Black Air Raiders including the Warcheif.
This is changes the face and value of the family, something is happening. Something beyond the scope of the family.

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Submitted: May 11, 2017

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“Ow, ow! It’s coming!” Diane gasped out.

Child birth didn’t normally hurt half as much as it did now. Her sister, Donna, said the second birthing would hurt more but this was ridiculous. This was nothing like it had been the first time, nothing.

“Zandi!” Diane called out.

She stood up off of her bed and dropped immediately to her knees. She was crying, letting out dry gasping sobs. She clutched her belly, so swollen her skin was faded and torn. She pulled her baby blue robes off and nursed the long row of parallel scars that made the flesh of her belly. It was time. The door burst open and Zandi ran in.

Zandiswa was the picture of innocence, as is many a five year old, but far more when the five year old was hers.

Diane’s quivering gasps came to a slow stop even when she stared into Zandiswa’s blue eyes, her dark blonde hair which was combed back and tied behind her head, her eyebrows, un-styled, bushy and long. She was dressed in a silk toga made of two parts which were clipped together on the top and at the sides with sliver, the back sliced completely down the back. Coming from the slit and out the flesh of her back was a single black wing, and pointing in the other direction was a single white wing. Two thick, but hollow, bones over a meter in length and each covered in flesh and soft, uniquely pressed down feathers, raising high over her head. They shivered when Zandiswa gaped wide eyed. The child’s eyes started watering.

“Don’t cry Zandi! It’s okay. Remember, we do not cry.”

“But!-” Zandi protested.

“I know I am. Don’t be smart!” Diane screamed at Zandi.

Diane’s own two Midnight black wings spread out. Each wing spread to triple the length of the girl’s.

Zandi backtracked as if she’d been burned. Pain stabbed heavily at Diane once more and any thought of apologizing disappeared.

“Zandi! The black and red drum! Take it outside and beat it as hard as you can or as long as you can. Do not stop until your father says so. Go! Go now!” She screamed.

Zandi turned on her heels, her bicoloured wings twisted and flaired like a silk sail in a hurricane and she disappeared from the door way. The pitter-patter of footsteps leading down the passage was all Diane could hear. The sound of footsteps grew heavy on the wooden stairway then disappeared. Immediately the pain returned as though it had never left and she let out a loud pained cry, allowing it to echo against the stone walls.

2.

Zandiswa’s wings scrapped the walls of the stairway before she crashed down on the floor. She turned to the wall on her left. The bottom of their home had exactly four and half walls. The four surrounding the home and near the corner wall behind the stairway were two quarter walls that Zandi could jump, separating the kitchen from the rest of the floor of the which was basically a single, continuously flowing, living room. The wall next to the smaller of the two walls on the right side of the house was lined all the way across with drums, there were more than she could count. There were large ones, tiny ones, all made from fur of different design. She spotted the black and red drum, stripped much like a zebra’s fur. The drum was one of the largest and basically the same size as her. There were two sticks wrapped in rubber at the ends. Zandi pulled on the drum and jumped back screaming when it nearly fell on top of her, crashing flat with a bang. She pressed her wings down against the floor and pushed up, using her wings as leverage. Her whole body shook with effort and to her relief the flat of the drum lifted up. She heard her mother scream and she pushed fast and hard. She crashed against the door and the hinges broke against the weight of the wooden drum. She turned back inside and returned with two drum sticks. Zandi looked out across her yard which had an even and flawless lawn which ended at a knee high wall surrounding their plot. Beyond the wall was absolutely nothing but the sharpest of drops leading down into the clouds and down beyond to a world she had never seen.

She started drumming. She banged as fast as she could. Each hit made a loud and deep rumble that made her heart skip a beat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

She paused for only a second and hit the drum dead centre twice.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

She counted ten, which was how it worked, ten super fast and two slow, any other rhythm would create a different reaction. She did it seven more times before her heaving chest forced her to stop.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

Zandi’s blue eyes lit up with excitement at the sound of another drum, equally as deep though not as loud carrying out the same rhythm. She could feel a second wind coming on and counted the drum beats. She found her space and drummed once more.


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