Hey all! Another week, another snippet! I hope you are enjoying this story so far
Snippet Two
Markhoff made his way to the shows, watching in fascination.
The Waterbloods Icebloods were making sculptures. The Waterbloods would form an animal from water and put it in motion. Markhoff watched in fascination as a waterblood formed a majestic horse, galloping in place. Its mane, tail, and feathers streamed behind the galloping horse, ending in water droplets
The Iceblood breathed, and the horse froze in motion, in a wonderfully realistic shape.
Markhoff gaped in awe, amazed.
He moved on to the next stall, watching the Firebloods. They let the flames dance on the palms of their hand, and the flame took shape. A fireblood manipulated the fire to take the shape of a flower and tucked it into her hair like a real flower. The crowd laughed and applauded.
Markhoff walked a small distance away and picked up a handful of snow. He called up his gift. The snow started to take the shape of a unicorn. Markhoff grunted, He wanted a dragon, not a unicorn. His muscles tensed as he tried to change it to the dragon.
Instead, he held in his hands an awful-looking creature. It had the head of a unicorn, and half of the body was a unicorn, but it sort of twisted into the bottom half of a dragon. And some of the unicorn had scales.
Markhoff crushed it in his hands, frustrated. He didn’t care about all that rot people said about how ‘It becomes what it wants to,’ and ‘Each spark has its own mind.’
He picked up another handful of snow, ignoring the tingling in his hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Dragon. Dragon. Dragon. Dragon.
It almost felt like the snow was resisting him. He pushed harder, forcing his gift to follow him. Everyone could make whatever they wanted with fire, water, or ice. He would make it work the way he wanted it to.
When he opened his eyes. In his hands, he held a dragon. It wasn’t a fearsome dragon, instead, the dragon looked sad. Markhoff didn’t care. He had done it.
“Mommy, look! That boy made a dragon!” he turned to see a little girl pointing, “I want a dragon to give to Tommy. He said he wanted one!”
The girl’s mother looked at Markhoff.
“What stall did you go to?”
“I made it myself, Ma’am.” Markhoff couldn’t resist a self-satisfied smile.
“Ooh, make me one, please please please! Tommy will be so pleased!”
“Tommy is her older brother,” the woman said. Markhoff grabbed more snow and held it in his hands. Dragon. Dragon. Dragon. DRAGON. He screamed in his head. His fingers were almost numb from the snow, and he felt like the snow was fighting him. That odd feeling rose up; like it was trying to push some of the magic away. In his eye, he saw a horse. He pushed more magic into the snow, willing it to be a dragon.
“Look, Mommy!” The girl gasped.
When Markhoff opened his eyes, there was the majestic, ferocious dragon he wanted. It looked him in his eyes, and though it looked fearsome, there almost seemed a sorrowful glint in its eye. Stop imagining things.
“Here you go!” he said, handing it to the girl, “I hope your brother likes it!”
“Oh, he will!” said the little girl, exuberantly, “Let’s go find him now!”
She grabbed her mother’s hand and dragged her off. Her mother whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked off.
There was another little boy “Can I have one too.” Markhoff felt important, and although he felt tired, he was happy to oblige. Just as he was finishing, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Erumend’s voice hissed. He firmly yanked Markhoff to his feet, “Your gift is not a toy!”
Krafting with Kayleigh 