Post by spastic bard on Jul 21, 2008 9:12:09 GMT -5
My dear sister ran a drabble contest on our Recon forum. I wrote three; one for Keth, one for Mauri, and one for Aurania. I actually followed the rules and kept to 100 words each!
Kethaniya -
As years passed Kethaniya stopped thinking about the price paid for life. “Take what you get and be happy” seemed to be her manta as she grew older. Forget the guilt. As a young woman she carried guilt with every action, but her shoulders could no longer bare the burden. Life, for the most part, was good. She had a family and a home. She didn’t dwell on the destruction; the loss of friends; the land’s suffering. There was no point. Life moved on; a dance leaving behind old ghosts. She had to follow or be left behind as well.
Aurania -
Memories of laughing demons crossed before her vision, though her eyes were closed. Somewhere between the silence (outside of her head), the blood-like liquid pooling at her feet, and her sword hilt digging into her hand; Aurania remembered to breathe. She relaxed her grip on her hilt and opened her eyes. Before her were remains of one of the demons. It no longer appeared like a person; or anything really. And it certainly was not laughing. Aurania watched the strange liquid slide down her blade in tears. She was a Haldovin now, but that did little to calm her fears.
Mauri -
Night unfolded into dawn with fading blues, blushing pinks, and the orange sun; heralding in the new day. Against a tree sat a young woman, her ghostly pale face towards the east to greet the day. Her long legs were stretched outward, with her arms behind her head. The brim of her hat shaded her reddish eyes from the horizon, but did little to tame her snowy strands from the breeze. She watched the dawn silently, but a grin slowly crossed her face. Another night gone; another day beginning; another dawn alive to see; one more point in her favor.
Kethaniya -
As years passed Kethaniya stopped thinking about the price paid for life. “Take what you get and be happy” seemed to be her manta as she grew older. Forget the guilt. As a young woman she carried guilt with every action, but her shoulders could no longer bare the burden. Life, for the most part, was good. She had a family and a home. She didn’t dwell on the destruction; the loss of friends; the land’s suffering. There was no point. Life moved on; a dance leaving behind old ghosts. She had to follow or be left behind as well.
Aurania -
Memories of laughing demons crossed before her vision, though her eyes were closed. Somewhere between the silence (outside of her head), the blood-like liquid pooling at her feet, and her sword hilt digging into her hand; Aurania remembered to breathe. She relaxed her grip on her hilt and opened her eyes. Before her were remains of one of the demons. It no longer appeared like a person; or anything really. And it certainly was not laughing. Aurania watched the strange liquid slide down her blade in tears. She was a Haldovin now, but that did little to calm her fears.
Mauri -
Night unfolded into dawn with fading blues, blushing pinks, and the orange sun; heralding in the new day. Against a tree sat a young woman, her ghostly pale face towards the east to greet the day. Her long legs were stretched outward, with her arms behind her head. The brim of her hat shaded her reddish eyes from the horizon, but did little to tame her snowy strands from the breeze. She watched the dawn silently, but a grin slowly crossed her face. Another night gone; another day beginning; another dawn alive to see; one more point in her favor.