Novel Writing-Week 4-Character - Scene

Narrative:

Messengers from Abbas the White have just caught Fiston, an operative of Blackhound the Dark. The invaders of the island Fleghorn are sitting around him in a circle.


The prisoner didn't impress Pole. He seemed to be rather plain and slow. The prisoner fiddled with the rope tying his wrists as if he could get away once his hands were free.

"What is your name?" asked the Messenger.

"Fiston Crump," said the prisoner.

"Are you a spy for the demons?"

"There's no use in lying. Yes. It's not my choice."

"What did they tell you about us?"

"That you are barbaric and will torture me. That you'll juice me until I die. Please don't! I can work for you. I can join your side. I can confuse them and lead them in the wrong direction."

"He doesn't seem like much of a threat to me," said another tall, broad strong-looking Messenger approaching from the rear.

"What they told you about us isn't true," said Pole. "We don't torture or kill our enemy. You can either join us or I will wipe your memory clean and send you on your way."

"I'm not much of a joiner," said Crump.

"Have it your way. You'll have to face your old masters when you go back. They may not be too happy with you."