Continuing on from my novella series of retold fairy tales. This is the first one, based on Beauty and the Beast.
Last week, MC Nyah and her sister noticed a group of strange men approaching their village. In this scene, Nyah is talking to the mayor, Earc, who is also the father of her betrothed.
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“We must take action immediately,” I told him.
“What can we do?” he asked, waving his hand at the spiked fence along the village’s perimeter, then continued, “Had we even the time and resources, we still couldn’t build a wall strong enough to keep out that army. The only hope is to pray to God and throw ourselves on their mercy.”
I stared at him, open mouthed, then said, “They’ll kill us; you’ve heard the stories.”
He shook his head and turned to the villagers who had gathered, yelling, “Into the chapel!”
People hurried their way towards the stone building, the strongest in the village but too small to hold everyone.
Before more than a dozen people had settled inside it, three horses burst into the square.
The army had arrived.
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Oh my, great snippet. The tension jumps off the page. I really want to know what happens next and if their worst fears will come true.