I am evaluating this as the first section of a longer work.
This has an almost poetic feel in parts, a literary quality that sets a mystical mood.
The mechanics (grammar, syntax, spelling, punctuation) are of a very high level, so aside from a couple of hyphenation issues, there is little to be said on that front except "well done".
The protagonist is 12 year old Sigrun, though if one ignores the prelude, it is FIVE PAGES into the story that one first learns her name. It would be helpful to have that information a bit sooner.
The setting in time is an indefinite future; the setting in place seems to be on Earth, a country stronghold some distance from the nearest town, though it is poorly defended, holding only Sigrun and her guardians, her aunt and uncle.
I found the plot a bit confusing in spots. There are several conflicts. First, the MC apparently sees, or at least follows, "pixies" which is a source of conflict with her guardians. Second, there seems to be some unclear conflict between old wolf/old Wolf/Old Wolf/Old Man Wolf (his name is inconsistent) and the aunt and uncle. Third, there is a general conflict between urgans and humans. Finally, there is a specific and present conflict between the un-named "monster-man" and the adult humans, whom he kills. Since this is the first part of many, I expect these conflicts to be clarified and developed further. In the end, Sigrun makes a difficult decision and moves on to the next chapter of her life.
The characters are interesting and except for "monster man" fairly well developed. I had little sympathy for the overly confident and slightly cardboard Mack and Myrrha, high-born though they are. They are throwaways, after all, dead in the first installment, despite being accomplished warriors, with the girl in training.
There are a number of specific issues that I wish to address. In some cases, they may be a matter of style, and you're welcome to ignore them, but they are things that jumped at me.
...darkness brought the pillow into my consciousness. At my window, a bluebird pecked. Bluebirds are diurnal, and sleep at night.
My moonlit gaze flitted in the knee-high grass amid the poplars and the elms. One's gaze is not moonlit. The scenery is moonlit. "My gaze flitted over the moonlit knee-high grass...."
I grabbed a glowing orange fireberry from the tree.It burned going down I take it she swallowed it? but [it] did not bring forth the pixies, as Uncle Mac warned. This "as Uncle Mac [had] warned" is confusing. When did Mack warn this?
The lamb skipped away, never looking back. The lamb has an injured and possibly fractured leg. Please have it limp away or hobble away.
Mack winked at me as he followed Myrrha in[to] the secret conference room 'Into' makes more sense than 'in'.
I pressed my ear [to the door] as close as I could.
I heard the clicking as they wound their contraption, and then the music of the steel harp drowned out their whispers. I'm guessing that the contraption is the steel harp. Would be clearer as "...wound their steel harp, then the music of that contraption drowned..."
"Today, she's staying inside." I almost had my upstroke with the sword mastered, There HAS to be a section break between 'inside' and 'I almost'. Otherwise, this transition is abrupt to the point of confusion.
As I trudged toward the kitchen, relief flowed into Myrrha. She thought she had done something good This is a POV shift or "head hop". Sigrun has no way of knowing Myrrha's feelings or thoughts.
breathed the aroma for a boot click. Say what? What on earth is 'a boot click'?
A shadow raven screamed out its hunting cry. The shudder made me mishandle my pretend sword. Where did the shudder come from? Just have the scream make her mishandle her sword.
Not only did she lack the imagination to hear the spirits, she even wanted me to stop [hearing them].
playfully tapped my breastplate What breastplate? Earlier she was WISHING she had armor. Does she have pretend armor as well as a pretend sword?
Myrrha knocked over the beat up pitcher on the table as a jolt in my stomach sent me halfway up the stairs before I questioned my actions. I question the conjunction 'as' here, as it seems ambiguous. Did the knock cause the stomach jolt? Did the knock happen at the same time as the jolt? Or did the knock and the jolt happen simultaneously from some other external cause? This is one of those style things!
The door bar clattered against the floor and the door slapped against the wall. Poltergeists? Magic? A bar and a door with self-will?
Once upstairs, the urge to hide gave way. To what? Curiosity, maybe?
Myrrha beside herself with emotions that squeezed my stomach Why should Myrrha's emotions squeeze Sigrun's stomach?
I need not cower, only to stay out of sight No need for the infinitive; use parallel construction
the thing had survived hundreds of years. A small sign that glassmakers—indeed, all humans—had once been worth more than ridicule. I shoved the thing into place. Repeating "the thing" strikes hard. Use "the spyglass" for the second.
Myrrha lifted the lid from the oven and placed the roasting rack into place. More of the urgans shuffled in behind them. Behind the oven lid and roasting rack? Into the oven the urgans shuffle!
Mack shook his head, deflecting the blows as if I made them after pickling my brain in a bottle of rum. It sounds as if Mack is fighting Sigrun. I think you're saying that Ker's blows were as weak as if made by a drunken twelve year old girl.
Myrrha groaned and slumped against the open sword cabinet.
"This is how you repay friendship?" He charged, skewered Ker, Since Myrrha is the last referent, I'd be tempted to say "Mack charged".
I raise these issues only because they struck me as a reader. Another reviewer might overlook or ignore them, or find them perfectly acceptable. They are offered in good faith with hope of adding polish to an already excellent story.
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