OC October: Day 18 - Dorothy
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kittydesadeDay 18: Dorothy
So, about a million (fifteen or so) years ago I wrote a story about a desert warlord with zombie-raisers working for him and the lady gunslinger who faced him down, and it was conceived out of a NyQuil dream if I remember right. Well, some years later, I don't know how I managed to come up with this one, but some years later I decided they should get kind of married and have a child. Kitten, the lady gunslinger in question although that's not actually her real name, died shortly after when the girl was very young. She didn't use her real name by that point because she was trying to get away from someone, so Victor, the warlord, always called her by the name he'd mockingly picked up for her, since she was tiny and he thought she thought she was fierce. (She actually was, but he didn't find that out until she'd shot a bunch of people.)
(I have very weird dreams what can I say.)
Anyway, so, Dorothy was obviously that girl. And without getting too much, again, into spoilers, she was raised by Victor and a couple of older women he'd employed to look after her while the town sort of continued to die around them. It's easy enough to be a warlord, but all the threats and domineering behavior can't pull water out of the ground if it's not there. The town did stabilize shortly after Kitten's death into a much smaller town, with him still at the head and no one questioning how he'd lived this long, but it was never the same. Dorothy was raised as more of a headman's daughter of a village than the daughter of a warlord of a thriving if semi-lawless town, and Victor settled. The one indulgence he kept was more Kitten's type than his own, a library which he encouraged Dorothy to read and build and learn from.
After a while, though, what Kitten was running from caught up with Dorothy, not quite realizing that she wasn't her mother because of how much she resembled her and the few traits she picked up from her father were at least rough traits he and Kitten had in common (blonde hair for one thing, though different shades and textures) and it proceeded to demolish everything around her in the hopes she would be convinced to come back to a place she didn't know, for reasons she had never learned and didn't understand.
This, of course, ends badly. Particularly when she learns why her father was so long-lived and what kind of a legacy her mother left her, and finds people like her who explain to her at least some of what she's going through, the general part of it, and how to deal with it.
So, about a million (fifteen or so) years ago I wrote a story about a desert warlord with zombie-raisers working for him and the lady gunslinger who faced him down, and it was conceived out of a NyQuil dream if I remember right. Well, some years later, I don't know how I managed to come up with this one, but some years later I decided they should get kind of married and have a child. Kitten, the lady gunslinger in question although that's not actually her real name, died shortly after when the girl was very young. She didn't use her real name by that point because she was trying to get away from someone, so Victor, the warlord, always called her by the name he'd mockingly picked up for her, since she was tiny and he thought she thought she was fierce. (She actually was, but he didn't find that out until she'd shot a bunch of people.)
(I have very weird dreams what can I say.)
Anyway, so, Dorothy was obviously that girl. And without getting too much, again, into spoilers, she was raised by Victor and a couple of older women he'd employed to look after her while the town sort of continued to die around them. It's easy enough to be a warlord, but all the threats and domineering behavior can't pull water out of the ground if it's not there. The town did stabilize shortly after Kitten's death into a much smaller town, with him still at the head and no one questioning how he'd lived this long, but it was never the same. Dorothy was raised as more of a headman's daughter of a village than the daughter of a warlord of a thriving if semi-lawless town, and Victor settled. The one indulgence he kept was more Kitten's type than his own, a library which he encouraged Dorothy to read and build and learn from.
After a while, though, what Kitten was running from caught up with Dorothy, not quite realizing that she wasn't her mother because of how much she resembled her and the few traits she picked up from her father were at least rough traits he and Kitten had in common (blonde hair for one thing, though different shades and textures) and it proceeded to demolish everything around her in the hopes she would be convinced to come back to a place she didn't know, for reasons she had never learned and didn't understand.
This, of course, ends badly. Particularly when she learns why her father was so long-lived and what kind of a legacy her mother left her, and finds people like her who explain to her at least some of what she's going through, the general part of it, and how to deal with it.