Hugo and Amadahy, Part 7

Happy Valentines Day!  Or not.  I’m not a huge fan of holidays, and yet I am.  I have issues.  Actually, it’s just that I’m more of a big picture kind of person.  Individual days come and go.  I try to show love all year round, because it’s important to me.  That being said, I like to celebrate, and I’m using the holiday this week as an excuse to love on my readers!  

This week I’m adding 5 new parts to Hugo and Amadahy’s story.  The parts aren’t very long, and they are in first draft mode (as usual for things like this).  It’s just something fun and extra for my Endeavor Series readers.  If you need to catch up, here are parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.  (As this gets larger, I’ll probably have to reorganize it better.)

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The rain fell harder against the roof as the wind shoved against the walls.  When the magical candle even flicked as a sudden rush roared around their home, Hugo closed his book and rubbed his forehead.  He had not found what he wanted in his grandfather’s book, but there were other books in his trunk.  And then there were his grandfather’s journals.

Hugo was sure that there was a way to cross the language barrier using magic.  He just had to find it.  A surge of rain pounded against the walls and roof.  His spell was holding up.  They were warm and dry.  But Hugo had a sinking feeling in his stomach.  He didn’t know what the weather was like so far from home, and while his wife was from this new land, she was from a different part.

Amadahy sat up in his lap.  Hugo adjusted the arm he had wrapped around her and watched her face.  A frown settled onto her lips, and her eyes darted to the door.  She looked at him, and once again he wished that he had at least taken her with him each day so they could work on words while he worked on their new home.

“It will be okay.”  His voice was reassuring, even though he did not feel it inside.

Amadahy screwed up her nose and narrowed her eyes at him.

Hugo laughed.

She was angry again, and he couldn’t help smiling at her even when she shoved his shoulder a little as she got up and marched to the door.  He couldn’t get a fix on her.  She was the meekest, sweetest, quietest, ugliest little thing he had ever seen.  She was a good little worker, and she liked to hum or sing quietly as she went about.

All things considered, he was glad that he was stuck with her.  They may have taken him from the one he loved, but the one they forced him to marry was not so terrible of an alternative.  He felt protective of her, and even this morning, as he lay awake with his eyes closed, he had to admit that he liked the feel of her in his arms.

He was intrigued by this new bit of her this morning.  She had been angry, and he did not know why.  He had been angry with her, too.  He had held her all night, and then even kissed her head this morning.  It was the first kiss between them since their wedding kiss.  He had been proud to give it to her, but she had hurled a pillow at him.

It did not make sense.  Why was the little woman of angles and hard muscles was mad at him?  He had taken her in his arms when she returned, and she had curled up against him again.  Then she had been angry after he comforted her.  He knew she didn’t know many words, but surely she could tell he was taking care of her?  She was a puzzle now, and he would figure her out.

Amadahy yanked the front door open and stepped out into the storm.

Hugo ran after her.

The sky was darkening. Lightening flashed above the tree tops.

“Ama!”  He called out even as she ran through the trees.

He hurried after her.  She darted into the clearing where all the trees he had harvested were lying in piles.  She scurried up the largest pile.  He climbed after her, though part of him wanted to magic her right off the top of it and haul her home.  Sheets of rain fell from the angry clouds above them.

She offered him her hand when he reached the top, and pointed to the west.

A black tunnel of wind and clouds whipped around and around, headed in their direction.  Hugo paled.  What was this monstrosity?  He grabbed Amadahy’s hand, and pulled out his wand.

 

Well, that’s it for today.  Thanks for your time, and tune in tomorrow to read the next part.
I have a surprise planned for them this week.  Can’t wait to reveal it!

Battle Bravely,
Love Strongly,
-AEM

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