{"id":10690,"date":"2013-07-28T21:23:06","date_gmt":"2013-07-29T01:23:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10690"},"modified":"2013-07-28T21:23:06","modified_gmt":"2013-07-29T01:23:06","slug":"sunday-38","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10690","title":{"rendered":"Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Not really a busy day. I saw The Wolverine<\/a> — it’s quite enjoyable — and wrote this:<\/p>\n

The Raven tortured the black box, turned it over in her hands, worrying the edges until the wood splintered in her palms, drawing blood and a wince of pain as it dug into her skin. They should have built it better, she thought, as the screws that held the clasp loosened and then fell away. She threw the useless metal to the dungeon floor. If they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d meant to trap me here, they should have built a stronger prison; they should have bound me like the others, burnt a ward into the ground, cut my throat and let it bleed. They never should have left me here alone, unguarded but for the boy already dozing outside. They never should have left me here with the means of my escape. But they had thought to torture her, to leave her weeping in the darkness, bloodied and beaten, with the power that she needed so close at hand and yet under lock and key. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d warded the box, oh yes, as if such commoner\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s magic wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t easily broken, as if she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have the strength in her to break a small wooden box and spill out its contents, whatever glyphs had been hastily scratched into its surface. She had felled armies, nearly felled their own until they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d sent that damn mage to meet her on the field. He would not have made this same mistake. He would have recognized the battle as still only half won. She was beaten, yes, but never broken. She was the Raven.<\/p>\n

The box was empty. She stared, turned it over in her hands, shook out nothing but air. This couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be. She had seen the soldier place her locket in the box, seen him lock it and place the key inside the front pocket of his vest. She didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t count these men incapable of subterfuge, but she had seen it — and moreover had seen it still, with was left to her of the second sight, when they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d placed the box before her, laughing, and left the room. That all of that had been a ruse…it made no sense, defied what she knew of magic, and should have been impossible even with that dark mage\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s help. They could not have tricked her, tricked the sight, unless…<\/p>\n

She turned the box back over in her hands. Oh yes, she thought, there it was, a glyph she had not seen, not scratched but deeply burnt into the hard finish inside the box. Not a ward but a trap. Not an escape but a deeper prison.<\/p>\n

And that was when she felt the burning pain in her hands.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And now it’s raining. That’s about it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Not really a busy day. I saw The Wolverine — it’s quite enjoyable — and wrote this: The Raven tortured the black box, turned it over in her hands, worrying the edges until the wood splintered in her palms, drawing blood and a wince of pain as it dug into her skin. They should have … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[14,28,12],"class_list":["post-10690","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-movies","tag-personal","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10690"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10690"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10690\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10691,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10690\/revisions\/10691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10690"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10690"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10690"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}