This Friday on Friday Snippets an introduction to J'dol. #romance #FridaySnippets

For the next few weeks, I'll be posting snippets from my - trying to get it rewritten - contemporary time traveller romance - Sunrise.



J'dol yawned and stretched as the relentless rain pounded on the roof of his makeshift camp. He rubbed his face. The palms of his hands scraped against his unshaven stubble. Tossing the damp blanket aside, he rose from the night camp he'd made near the lake. The morning was dull. The clouds thick and heavy, releasing their watery cargo. To the east, the clouds darkened. The threat of a violent storm loomed.Deciding a morning wash in the lake was useless, he ran his fingers through his hair, collected it in the back and using his leather thong tied it tight. He scooted up the nearby tree and grabbed his backpack from a small branch. Jumping down, he stroked his hand across the symbol of the white peacock.  His sister had embroidered the symbol onto his pack as a charm to protect him. In some ancient cultures, the peacock was the symbol for the God of War. The whiteness of this bird, defined him as what he was – a warrior and an outcast.He reached inside and pulled out the last of yesterday's dinner; fish and berries. He settled back under his makeshift tent, pulling as far back inside as he could to avoid being dripped on. While he ate his meagre breakfast, J'dol daydreamed about being back in Orondonto at his sister's lodge, chugging a large mug of ale and munching on fresh honey cakes. He would play crazy dog with the children, slipping his socks over his ears and bounding after them yapping and barking until he snagged one and tickled them until they shouted that J'dol was the best uncle ever!His nieces and nephews would have grown so since he went out on patrol six months ago. The eastern border was safe. His captain felt the defences were secure enough to allow his best warrior a brief leave. Wiping his hands on his damp leggings, J'dol stood, rolled up his blanket and slipped his sword into his scabbard then hoisted his backpack over his shoulder. Keeping the shoreline to his left, he slipped in among trees and used them a cover as he headed for home. Rain pelted his face and dribbled down his neck. He sighed. He'd a hard half day's march ahead of him, but the thought of the cozy bed in the hayloft and a full stomach kept him putting one foot in front of the other.The dullness of the day was ripped in two as the storm announced its arrival. Within moments the thunder rumbled. It echoed through the forest.Peal after peal of thunder filled the air. J'dol stopped and tilted his head. No lightning? Just thunder. He stepped out of the trees and glanced toward the western edge of the lake. A bright illumination made him turn his head and squeeze his eyes shut. That wasn't lightning. It was as if the sun had fallen from the sky and landed on Orondonto. The blast hit him in the chest. He stumbled back. It wasn't thunder. Fear gripped him. Had the defences been broken on the western border?




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