Chapter 1, Part A: Enter Red Riding Hood

Winter, 1304

In December
Wings can not cut the cold night and take flight.
Instead the bird will fall where the dark ones wait.

 

In the northern lands, the first fall of snow came early. In those woods, a woman walked the empty road. She was a dash of red that moved against a pale scene of trees, snow, and sky. The sound of her steps across the frozen dirt was crisp. They broke the silence of falling snow, causing the woods around her to stir restlessly.

There had been no one on the road for hours. Those who preferred the gentle predictability of spring, the plentiful harvests of summer and autumn had long left on these roads. Those types would winter in the warmer lands by the southern seas.

And yet she continued, her back to the south, her steps facing north — like a brown eyed, brown skinned bird caught in a frozen wind. She sang a strange little nursery rhyme quietly under her breath, not knowing that it had been a lean fall and an even more punishing winter. The trees around her were rubbed raw. She did not recognize the signs of hunger.

She had not been in the Northlands for years.

While the cold began to wear her down, the young woman counted the minutes it would take to reach her destination. She had been told if she had walked straight north down the road from Crossroads without stopping, she would be at Winchester in time for the evening dinner. From there it would be another ten minutes to her grandmother’s home. But the shopkeepers in Crossroads had misled her. They could not have possibly known that the many hilly parts on said road would have iced over and could not be traversed as quickly as they had promised.

And so when the sun had set, she found herself caught in a dark part of the woods, far short of the town she sought. A howl sounded faintly in the distance and she was additionally surprised. The townspeople had neglected to warn her of the larger things that dwelled within the forest.

The woman’s hand left the basket she carried and drew instead to her side, fingering the gift from her mother that had been secured around her waist. She began to move more quickly.

‘Not yet,’ she thought. ‘Not now.’

She had not used it yet; for once the gift was used, it would not work again so soon. The young lady put the temptation out of her mind and compelled herself forward; if she could reach the bridge south of town, her grandmother’s retainer should be waiting to help her. Beyond that bridge would be the village and beyond that her grandmother would be waiting. She held this thought in her mind, using it to sustain her courage while she kept walking.

However, when she came upon a clearing before an open bridge she found no one there. Only a stone lion statue waited, yawning indifferently at travelers as they passed by. She tried not to panic as the howls drew closer. She clutched the gifted pouch to her side and picked up her pace towards the stone guardian. She had been told as a child that it had been placed there as a protective ward against malevolent beings. If there was any truth to that story, she wanted to be behind it.

Across the bridge she went, trying not to slide on the slippery snow as she did so. The growls were close but had stopped moving. She tensed slightly but kept going. She did not wish to confirm if the beasts she heard were following her.

She finished crossing the bridge when she heard the growls again. They were now angry, attacking barks.

The hairs on her neck rose as the barks melted into anguished yelps. Her heart beat quickly, and she feared what the dogs or wolves had discovered. She strained her ears, listening.

Then came another sound, an ominous snuffling and crunching noise — a sound of bones being broken and dogs screaming as if they were being torn apart.

 

And then silence.

 

Her feet moved on their own. She quickly passed abandoned houses along the road, her thoughts flying back to the stories of the Shadow things, or the Unthings, as Grandmother had liked to call them.

The storytellers had claimed they appeared in the woods shortly after elves  withdrew from the area, many years ago. They would come at night at times when there was no moon. These creatures of emptiness craved flesh and spirit and consumed both indiscriminately. Unlike other creatures, they did not respond to weapons or fear men. Only light and their slow speed would allow a lucky traveler to evade them.

In the summers she had passed here, she had never seen one and so had come to agree with the common sentiment that they existed only in tales. Even if they were to exist, none should be found on a night with the moon shining brightly. But if that were an Unthing, what must she do?

Logical thought asserted itself. She needed light, a lamp, something to force that thing away should it come for her. She paused at a gate where lanterns were lit. It would be rude to try to force her way in, but her anxiety to escape the road took priority.  She glanced behind her towards the bridge – where she thought a large shadow lingered by the stone lion. Her hands forcefully shook the gate.  It swung inward without warning and she stumbled inside.  As soon as she had recovered, she instinctively slammed it shut behind her.

She took a deep breath after she secured the gate and tried to understand what she must do. She looked down what appeared to be a slightly cleared path; lighted buildings stood at the other end. Her feet started to move her towards them as there would surely be someone here to help her.

She had not gotten very far when her boot carelessly caught a bit of ice, sending her into the snow and scattering apples in her wake.

For a moment, she forgot that she was trying to flee something strange that killed wild dogs. She looked at the ground horrified. The apples were precious items, intended for her grandmother, waiting for her at the end of this strange evening. There wasn’t any fruit to be had in these parts this time of year; to lose these would be a blow for her ailing grandmother.

She made an undignified picture sprawled over the ground as she tried to pick them up, making haste to retrieve them, but trying hard to finish. Too late, she noticed a warm flickering color on the white snow, and a slight shadow looming over her.

A voice like ice made her tremble. “Who dares trespass these grounds?”

Slowly, she turned her head to look up at cold grey eyes.

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  1. Hi, I found your serial novel through a Project Wonderful ad that just happened to be right next to my own ad! There aren’t too many of us serial novel writers out there, so I decided to check this out. 🙂

    The story is really gripping. You’ve managed to take a fantasy-type world and make it really original with the fairy-tale aspects, as well as your own fantasy elements like the Unthings. I’m curious about the man in the prologue, but more so about what;s going to become of the red-garbed woman in the first chapter. She seems like a likeable sort and I hope she gets to safety unharmed!

    Keep up the good work! I’m going to go check out your art gallery now. 🙂

    • I’m glad those ads work! I’m new to Project wonderful but have been noticing them on a lot of the webcomics I read and thought, oh hey, why not try it!
      I’ve noticed, as you said, there are few novelists out there, or perhaps maybe few that are easily found or willing to write in public.

      I’m kind of easing back into writing after a long hiatus, and thought this would be a good way to experiment.

      And thank you for the feedback on the first part. I really hope I can meld a lot of weird things together and make it interesting. If anything, I hope the world becomes more interesting than the characters xD…

      Hope you enjoy the art and come back next week for the next installment 🙂

  2. I also found this from an ad, so it is working. I enjoy seeing what people do with fairy tales, I’ve taken some interesting creative writing courses. I’m eager to see where you go from here! Bravo!

    • Ah – glad you saw it and also clicked through? Would you mind telling me where you saw it ? I’m curious as to whether most people clicking through are doing it more from the serial novel sites or the webcomics sites.

      And thanks — I really hope I can keep people with me from this point forward 🙂

  3. The possibility of a serial novel never occurred to me, but maybe because I initially thought it was anachronistic, like Dostoevsky, except online instead of in a paper. I might try this myself, but with Japanese lore. Twould be equally tricky though.

    I found this site through an ad as well, I believe through an online graphic novel called Red String, which I think I ALSO found through an ad. Small world, huh?

    • Very cool, mind telling me what you were googling when you found the first site?

      As for serialized fiction – the real attraction for me is to try to recapture some of the dynamic I had going with readers in fanfiction.net … I tend to write more diligently under pressure (and also sometimes a bit more creatively while under that pressure). Commercially, this is not a good venture, but I also think I owed some of the folks who have been following my drawings for some time a little bit more of an idea of what I was drawing from when I created my work 🙂

  4. Wow, I just love this! I do believe you’re going to become one of my new addictions. I don’t find many serial novels, and yours looks as if it has so much promise. It looks as if you’ve created a rich world for the story.

    The funny thing is I found this the exact way that Muichiotsu did. So, the ad worked well.

    • Very cool, glad to find that out! I’m trying out both the Project Wondeful site and evaluating useful websites. This will help me concentrate some resources as time goes forward.

      Please bear with me the next few weeks as I post things. Hopefully the updates meet your continuing expectations 🙂

  5. I found your story about red riding hood by casuality in the fanfiction.net site and I just love it. The Little Red Riding Hood story is my favorite fairytale of all and with the first chapter of your version of the story you just left me really excited

    • Ah, that’s good news. I just posted the ff.net version of this last night . Glad you found it there (it’s a rather buried category). I’m hoping some of my old readers also find me here…

      Glad you enjoy it! Hope you come back next week for the next update 😀

  6. “There had been no one on the road for house;” It seems like this sentence is missing something like a “the” if this is truly the way you wanted it to read because perhaps her grandmother has an estate that is called house maybe you should capitalize it?

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