Author's note: New story! Welcome aboard everyone for a very different experience. This is a story that is a companion to my other work, which is currently on hiatus. My goal is to explore a different angle of that world and story, through the first-person, diarised view of a different character. This will be a bit more lighthearted in general, but no less dramatic.
My goal with this work is to meet the 'Terry Pratchett' writing goal, which was 400 words a day. My hope is that this will mean short but regular updates. These may fluctuate depending on how much I can get done in a day, but regular writing is the best way to get better, so if you're reading this, feel free to try and hold me accountable! Thanks for taking a look, and I hope you enjoy x.
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Describing something as 'indescribable' is, at best, lazy. The sentient capacity for imagination and sympathy is practically endless, and similarly tends towards extremes, so if you can find any way of putting something into words, people's minds will leap to a worst-case scenario and fill in any of the blanks left by your wording. If I was to say "imagine your eye being stabbed by a needle", I have a strong suspicion many people would flinch reflexively, even though I bet you have never experienced it. Most sentients are blessed with an amazing capacity for feeling things that aren't really there, or ignoring things that are (which is, in my humble opinion, the best way through life). This is all just a very long-winded way of saying that I am about to describe something quite horrific, and even though I could just say "it was indescribable", that would be an insult to both my own ability to describe things (I have long been blessed with an overactive imagination) and your ability to picture things. Therefore, imagine the following:
Imagine you are at your job, doing something you consider yourself very good at. You are faced with a particularly difficult task, but after considering it briefly, and applying your expertise in the matter, you realise that the problem is not as difficult as you thought. In fact, the answer is staring you in the face. You go to apply the solution, and after you do, you realise that in fact you got it wrong. You don't know what the solution was, but because you got it wrong, you will not get the opportunity to try again.
I don't know what most of you are picturing at this point, but given what I said before that, you probably know I'm not talking about anything very mundane. I'll go back a bit, and describe things a bit more literally.
By trade, I'm a freelance archaeologist. It's a niche field, but I work as part of a crew, and we're generally very good at what we do. Some people might call it 'grave robbing', but frankly I'm of the opinion that the living might appreciate a magic sword more than the dead would. The fact that people build such elaborate tombs with all sorts of crazy, nonsense defences only proves my point as far as I'm concerned – they know how cool the stuff they're hoarding is. I can barely even swing a sword myself, so I'm not stealing these for me by the way. We tended to work on contracts, or sell whatever we recovered. Often though we would just wander the wild places of Midgard, finding all the places that had been lost to time and bringing them back into the light.
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From Indy's Perspective
FantasyFate is a big deal in Midgard, as are heroes and monsters, villains, legends, gods, and relics. Indy, though? Indy is an in-over-her-head young woman being dragged into a world she was never meant to be a part of. When destiny smashes down your door...
