Guinan fragte ja beim letzten Mal, ob ich noch mehr Hausaufgaben meines novel-writing-Kurses an der London School of Journalism veröffentlichen würde, und madove ärgerte sich ein wenig, dass das Fragment sie neugierig gemacht habe.
Heute ist nun der Tag, an dem ich beiden helfen kann, denn ich habe eine neue Hausaufgabe, und es besteht nicht die Gefahr, dass sie jemanden neugierig macht, denn sie ist in meinen Augen ausgesprochen mäßig interessant und in sich komplett abgeschlossen. Hätte meine Tutorin mir nicht erstaunlich freundliches Feedback gegeben (was sie keineswegs immer tut, nicht, dass ihr jetzt denkt, klar macht sie das, sie kriegt ja Geld von dir), hätte ich wahrscheinlich nicht einmal gewagt, euch sowas anzubieten, aber weil es ihr anscheinend gefiel, und weil es auch nur ein kurzer Fetzen ist, denke ich mir, es kann nicht schaden.
Die Aufgabe lautete:
Please write a short dramatic or humorous scene in which you include a letter or diary entry. (about 500 words)
Und dies ist meine Bearbeitung:
Lysandra sighed, dipped her quill into the ink, took a last look through her tower window at the mountainscape before the background of dark, lightning-torn sky and finally lowered her eyes to the leather-bound book before her, lit by the silver candelabrum on her desk of ornately carved cherry wood.
Dear Diary, she began, I have finally returned to Castle Forthmere after my days of captivity in the fangs of the Shattered Queen. Esric has saved me from her, again, and would almost have defeated her for good this time, had not the demon Tt’k-Shava stalled him long enough for her to open a portal to the warren of Qumand Berulon, where we could not follow. Indeed, Tt’k-Shava was able to grievously wound Esric, so that he might have died, had I not been able to free me from my chains and carry him out of the burning fastness, and we would surely have perished without his loyal steed Cloud Dancer who brought us home to Forthmere in time for him to be healed by his father.
His awakening to my grateful tears has been a very romantic affair, and of course I’m glad to have found such wonderful friends, but – let me be honest to you at least, faithful diary, when I cannot to anyone else: I sometimes dream of a world where I am not in mortal danger every day, and do not have to save the world or be saved myself on a regular basis. I sometimes wish I could escape into those fantastic novels I love so much, where women like me can just awake every day to a predictable schedule of tasks, to productive employment, caring for children, and return home to-
The huge window before her desk suddenly exploded inwards, shards and a torrent of rain striking her face and shoulders, as a dragon swooped into her tower room.
With a mighty roar, it enveloped her in its claws and tried to fly off, but Lysandra already had her Hust Dagger out and plunged it into the monster’s thigh. The Demon in the cursed metal laughed gleefully as it drank the dragon’s life, and the animal dropped her with an ear-shattering screech.
The door to Lysandra’s study burst open as Esric rushed in, his enchanted crossbow at the ready. He shot the quarrel directly into the creature’s right eye, the sorcerous fire trapped within ignited, and the dragon fell shrieking to its death.
Esric immediately rushed to Lysandra and embraced her to still her trembling.
“Never fear, my love”, he murmured, “You’re safe.”
“Yes”, she answered with a sigh. “It appears I am.”