This is just a little part of something I wrote:
I crept over to my window and gazed out into the beautiful black night, light rain falling from a gray and cloudy sky, a new moon high in the sky. It was beautiful.
As I was staring out, a shape caught my eye in the mist. I peered down and saw that it was a man moving quietly among the street. Curfew had been almost sixteen minutes ago-he could receive a flogging for every minute he was late. I glanced down the streets, searching for the guards that had to be there, but saw there were none. Raising an eyebrow, I peered farther down the street.
That was my first mistake.
Something whooshed under me and I was falling through the night, and breaking every law imaginable.
Do not go out after curfew.
Do not look out your window.
Do not jump out of or into a window.
Do not leave your quarters unless called.
Do not love.
Love will corrupt you. It will pull you apart piece by piece and you will never be put together again if you love. Love is the world’s undoing.
Life in Muertesa is a little different. We have assigned areas of the world each person must stay in, not making contact with any men if you are a woman and no women if you are a man. They hold tight to the law of no love, not even allowing encounters.
Suddenly I stopped midair, and my heart pounded so loudly I am not sure if it was the fire or my heart that made the guards aware of my presence. And of all the rules I had broken.
“Hey, you there!” The guards yelled. “We will give you exactly seven seconds to get back into your area and we won’t say a word of what happened here tonight, you hear? ONE! TWO!”
“Quick, get me back in!”
The dragon turned around and I swear it raised its eyebrow at me. Then the dragon jerked straight up and flew up, up, and up until I could no longer see the dim towers of Fosc, my designated area. I looked all around me, and it was beautiful. The air was in my face, and I felt so…free.
Any freedom is prohibited. Freedom means mistakes.
Do not regret the right decision.
Do not make mistakes.
Do not forgive.
Do not pardon.
I thought back to the kindly guard and wondered if he would be punished for breaking the law and giving me a second chance. I certainly did not deserve it.
I thought of a time when I was a just a voste, only six years old. I had climbed onto the window sill and was looking out when great white gloved hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back in and handed me a slip of paper.
Do not look out your window.
Voste Catalana has broken this rule and will be justly punished by being forced to visit Lawmaker Casbella to have her hair cut.
Then the white person was gone, and my hair was cut short so that it looked like the boy’s cut. I was a dancer, and having a boy’s cut was a terrible punishment for someone like me. I danced and played music to entertain Lawmakers, and now that would be harder for me to do because short hair upon a woman was unbecoming. I had never looked out my window since, until today because the Lawmakers would simply punish me as they had that day.
Then the dragon landed in a cave, making me snap out of my memory and waited for me to climb off. I leaped gracefully off his back and looked around.
The cave was not what I had been taught a cave looked like. It was in such strange coloring, bright colors I had never seen before. I could not even describe them, but I knew they were beautiful.
I turned around and gazed at the dragon for the first time, who was busily working in a corner, though what it was doing I had no idea. Then it stepped back and I saw a little bed, human-sized, next to a giant collection of colorful blankets that looked rather like a giant nest, with a human-sized one next to it.
The dragon itself was like the full moon, it’s scales like each of the tiny stars that adorn it, though only on nights when the Veil is not up to block out all light, for in Muertesa the sky is bad because it may make someone wish to reach its beauty. It had eyes a color so clear and bright that I could not look away, such a color as I had never seen before, and it made me wonder what my own self looked like. What color were my eyes? I had never seen myself. Mirrors were against the law, because vanity corrupts. Wanting to look beautiful is wanting to have someone love you, which is prohibited. Such a stupid law.
I gasped. I had never thought of the laws as stupid. I was supposed to agree to them always. But as I gazed at that beautiful dragon, I remembered another law.
Do not acknowledge dragons.
I smiled to myself, because I did not care. I no longer cared for the laws of Muertesa. And that knowing decision to ignore the laws of Muertesa is what began the whole adventure, the adventure that might just kill me.
I do not care. Let the laws come. This time, I would be ready.
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