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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:34 am
Hello all, this will be where I post my prompts.
They will all be set in a fictional world of my making which roughly mimicks ancient Rome's time period in an alternate version of earth.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:37 am
The List
Week I
001. New Beginnings - Completed 6/2/2013
002. Cause/Effect
003. Peace of Mind
004. Childhood Memories
005. Speed
006. Mayhem
007. Gilding a Lily
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 11:50 am
001. New Beginnings
Sarina awoke with a stir. Where was she? The room was dark except for a few white candles which dripped with so much wax that they must have been lit for days. The golden-skinned girl realized that she couldn’t think of her most recent memories, nor where and when she had lost consciousness.
Soft footsteps padded near the door of her room; an extraordinarily fair older woman entered. She wore an elaborate up-do adorned with dark gems which shimmered in her pure white hair. Her clothing was difficult to see as it blended in so well with the dark room and it covered her from neck to foot.
“I see you have awoken, child. What do you remember, Sarina?” questioned the mysterious woman.
Sarina began to speak, “I don’t re-ahh!” she cried out midsentence. A wave of pain resonated in her head as she experienced a vision of herself being taken from her small makeshift camp. She remembered that she had ventured into a part of the desert that looked strange. It had been a hot and sunny day with no wind nor a cloud in the sky, and yet, there was a patch of juniper bushes in the distance which swayed gently. Sarina gazed curiously and then saw that storm clouds had gathered and it was drizzling rain! There had been a drought in her village and everyone would have been so happy if she brought home a jug of fresh rain water.
The older woman laid her hand on Sarina’s cheek and the girl flinched away as her eyes grew large with fear. “Why did you trick me?” she shrieked.
“I had to, girl, we could no longer bear the grief you left with us when you were stolen from here 15 years ago.”
Sarina stared at the woman’s face incredulously. The woman’s eyes contained no evidence of malice, there was even a sense of longing in them. Could such a preposterous notion really be true?
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 12:23 pm
002. Cause/Effect
“So you really have no memory of this place, Sarina? I thought we had made an impression on you. I thought you would remember your father’s heritage.”
“Why would I remember the lowlife that got my mother pregnant and then abandoned her?” shouted Sarina angrily. Her mother always got angry when Sarina tried to ask about her father. She had been trained to hate him for so long that it was now a reflex.
“Lowlife? Is that how Sarite referred to the Lord Soothsayer? Very interesting. He fought to the death to protect you from your mother’s savage people, but he fell in battle to their barbaric ways. He is a hero of our people, and that makes you our princess who has at last returned to us.”
“Princess?” Sarina said incredulously. Sarina tried to think back to a time when she had been treated as a strong and capable girl, but none of the thoughts arose. All she could remember was sitting in her maestra’s hut, boiling down ingredients for potions, sweeping the floors, feeding the cats, fetching her shawl when she was cold. How could she be a princess in one realm and a lowly apprentice in another?
“This is why I had to come rescue you, Saraja. Your name isn’t even Sarina, it’s just what your mother’s people called you so you would never learn your true heritage. You are Saraja, daughter of Deraj, prince of the Drowald.”
The woman took the girl’s hand and lead her to a small window. She gazed upon the dark, glittering village. Statuesque pine trees dotted every corner, casting shadows upon pale, almost luminescent, pearly white cobblestone roads. Everywhere people bustled about, it was much livelier than her small village had been. And everyone was so beautiful, the girl marveled to herself.
Everyone had such fair skin and hair, and their garments were breathtakingly intricate, she could not even think of adjectives to describe such wondrous clothes.
“This is your kingdom once again, Saraja. Welcome home.”
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