Missing Person

Written in white chalk by the door was a notice that read, Missing person! Inquire within.

“This the place?” Caroline asked.

“Yes. It’s just how I remember it,” Isamura said.

“Well, we don’t all need to go in,” Caroline said, peering in the window and thinking that it would get rather crowded if they all trooped inside. “Erica, Isamura, you’re with me, everyone else, take five minutes and… sun yourselves or something.”

Caroline pushed the door open and a tinkling bell announced them to a young woman standing behind the counter, who seemed pleased to see them.

“Good afternoon!” she greeted them. “What can I get for you fine people?”

Caroline cleared her throat and glanced at Isamura. “We’re looking for a trader.”

“I deal in all sorts of goods. What you see here on display is just a selection.”

Isamura gazed at her curiously then asked, “We’re actually looking for a trader by the name of Varah Seeble. This is her shop, or I suppose it used to be.”

The woman looked crestfallen. “I’m terribly sorry. The woman you’re looking for, she passed away a few years ago. She was my mother.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Isamura replied. “Then you must be… Meg?”

“Yes I am… do I know you? You look somewhat familiar.”

“It’s Isamura,” she filled in helpfully, then added, “I’m afraid you might not remember, you were just a young girl then. You’ve really grown up!”

“I remember!” Meg said, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “There was one night, oh it was so long ago… you told a story at my bedside. You know, the one about the princess locked away in the tower?”

Isamura smiled. “Meg, I hate to cut short the reminiscing, but these friends of mine need some help acquiring a rare crystal. They’ve brought some medicines to trade with, if you have what they’re looking for.”

Erica produced an image of the crystal on the slim tablet she’d brought with her. “It looks like this,” she said, tapping at the display.

“I would love to help,” Meg said as she studied the image. She frowned and directed her gaze back at Isamura. “I know someone who usually comes by with rare finds like this, but I haven’t heard from her since the orc attack. She’s usually in here every other day and I’m worried she may have been kidnapped.”

“Is that the missing person from your notice out front?”

“Yes it is.”

“Do you have any idea where she might have been headed?” Caroline asked.

“Last time that Julienne was in, she said she was going to explore some caves to the north. I warned her against it, because apart from the chance of being waylaid by orcs along the way, there’s a rumour that the caves are haunted. Or maybe something terrible makes its lair there.”

“And you still let her go?”

“Oh, she wouldn’t listen. She said that if I wasn’t so tied down by the shop, she would ask me to come along. Imagine it, really, me going off to some caves! Anyway, I had a word with the city guards after she left, but they can’t spare anyone to go looking for her.”

“How many days ago did you see her?” Caroline asked.

“Five days now.”

“Do you know if she had enough food and supplies to last that long?”

“If she still has her pack, then I think so. She may be pig-headed but in all the time I’ve known her she always heads out prepared for these escapades.”

“We will find her,” Isamura promised.

As they left the shop and rejoined the others Erica suggested, “Captain, I was thinking that we could cover more ground if you return to the shuttle and do a flyby of the caves.”

“Hmm. As much as I hate to split the team up, you’ve got a point, Erica. Time is a critical factor here.”

Caroline quickly brought the rest of her team up to speed, delegating command of the ground search to Tegan.

“Erica, you’ll be joining me on the shuttle. Isamura, you know the terrain better than anyone, so I’d appreciate it if you could help the ground team.”

“Of course.”

“That’s it then. Let’s get to it before nightfall, we’ve a lot of ground to cover.”

They walked back briskly to the town gates to pick up their weapons. Isamura mentioned to the sentry that they were going to look for the missing woman, and he wished them good luck.

“Did I hear we’re going on search and rescue?” Rhona asked as she formed up with the search team.

“That’s right,” Tegan said. “Local woman by the name of Julienne. She’s the sort that ventures into dark caves and finds lost treasures. It’s the only lead we’ve got so we’re following it up.”

“It beats standing around here on guard,” Rhona muttered, out of earshot of the sentries. “It’s not the duty so much as the staring,” she added by way of explanation.

“Better get used to it. We could be visiting worlds much like these for a while to come.”

“It’s not so bad. The air’s fresher than on that flying death trap.”

Tegan laughed. “Yes. I wish we could bottle it up and take it back with us.”

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13 months later

As the security detail reluctantly turned over their weapons, the rest of the team advanced into the town itself. There were no people on the main street, but from several windows frightened faces could be seen peering out at the outsiders.

“It is not us they are fearful of,” Isamura told the others as they continued along the thoroughfare. “Several days ago, a party of orcs waylaid a caravan, and staged a surprise attack on the town. Several of the guardsmen were killed and more were injured before they could be driven off.”

“Should we expect another attack?” Tegan asked.

“Yes. But the other town gates have been closed and sentries are watching every approach. There is little chance of another assault going unnoticed.”

“All the same, I’d rather have my weapon close at hand than locked away.”

“I understand your concerns and I will keep an eye out for trouble,” Isamura assured her, patting the sheathed blade at her side.

“I noticed that you didn’t have to turn your weapons in. Why’s that?”

“I told you, I am known around these parts. In fact the sentry at the gate is someone I know well.”

“How do you know him?” Caroline asked curiously.

“I rescued him from captivity, along with a number of other townspeople. Such deeds are not quickly forgotten.”

“I’m going to be hearing that answer a lot, aren’t I?”

“I have a lot of experience with daring rescues, yes,” Isamura remarked.

At last they arrived at the trader’s shop. It was a well-kept establishment in the centre of town, with a sign that simply read, Seeble’s Goods.

Even more minor changes

So there were a few things that didn’t feel right about the draft of Flight of Passion.  Isamura just had too many answers at the briefing, and I don’t think she should know everything.  So now instead she knows someone who deals in the kind of crystal that they need.  But there are no particular guarantees, except of course that six weeks is too long to just sit around and wait.

I also fixed the part where Caroline is nervous and her palms are sweaty during the flight.  Instead of it being excitement, I attributed it to the weirdness of the neural interface, which allows the pilot to fly the shuttle by thinking about it.  I mean, it’s all very well having a navigation computer which tells you how to get there, it’s another thing entirely for it to read your mind and just go there without needing to be prompted.

As usual, the new draft is here if you want to take a peek and see exactly what changes I’ve made.  Hopefully they’re for the better.


I’ve made a little progress.

In the original draft, Isamura asked Caroline when she’s going to get some flying lessons.  It didn’t exactly work very well.  Now they have a much more interesting dialogue (regarding Erica) with parts of the original draft worked in subtly.  I haven’t got any further than that, with the new mission team I’m going to have to make a lot of changes.

Flight of Passion

So I’m now up to just over 4000 words on this chapter which I’m calling ‘Flight of Passion’ for the moment.

It’s working out quite well, but it also throws a bit of a spanner in the works.  Maybe the working title will give you a clue as to why that is the case.  Anyway it seems like it’s either going to define the rest of the novel, or it’s going to have to stand alone.  Now, I’m fine with either option but I’m not going to double my workload by writing two novels, that would just be crazy.

Oh, and here’s a further excerpt so you know that I’ve been doing something these past few months.

Caroline shivered a little in the cool night.  She had walked from one end of the town to the other, looking for a place to rest, but in many cases the innkeepers didn’t believe her story or have any pity for a penniless stranger in strange clothing.

So she stood at the threshold of the last inn with some trepidation.  But the feeling of warm air brushing her pinched cheeks compelled her inside.

Inside she found a young woman standing by the fire, which seemed to by dying out.  She seemed lost in her thoughts and didn’t notice Caroline until the doors snicked shut.

“Good evening,” she said.  “I’m sorry, but I was just about to close up.  If you’re looking for a bed for the night, you best be moving on, m’lady, for I have none to spare.”

“I’ve been everywhere else,” Caroline replied, “and unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be any welcome for a weary traveller with no coin.  But I won’t trouble you with my story.  Good evening to you.”  She smiled graciously and turned to leave.

“How is it that you have traveller so far without any coin?” asked the woman incredulously.

“I’m from a faraway place where acquiring wealth and material possessions is less important than the pursuit of peaceful co-existence and the betterment of all.”

“With a tale like that, I’m not surprised you’ve been turned away by all the other inns in town.”

“Does that mean you’re not turning me away, then?”

“Well they may not believe you, but I can.  Long ago, my sister left this town, vowing to give her wealth to others and live a humble life in the mountains.”

Caroline approached the warmth of the fire and asked, “What became of her, then?”

“I haven’t heard from her but I hear stories now and then.  They tell of a wanderer who mends broken carts, washes clothes, and cooks a hearty broth in the villages she passes through.”

“Well if it is your sister, she sounds like a decent and selfless person,” Caroline remarked.  “I can’t say I’ve run into her though.”