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Cursed
Characters: brother and sister, nun and chronicler, girl and boy (eventually heroine and hero)
Wordcount: 3 x 100
Notes: unrelated fantasy scenarios. ...I had to fight not to title the last one with "YOU WILL NEVER BE A SHOUNEN HERO".
"You won't live any longer than this day!"
Spiteful, cackling, bloody mad - it was just an old man in a field the boy hadn't known he shouldn't enter. But no. The day was already darker.
The boy quivered as the spirit danced away. He stood, staggering - grabbed his smallest goat...
And he walked fast.
*
"He was blessed," the heroine told other travellers, staring at their fine horses. "Really! Like this: You shall live always in light."
"Oh, you," the hero complained, but laughed when she did, and pulled her up to go, faster than the sun could set.
///
"I told you!" the sister raged. "Take the long way, avoid the apothecary - and I told you not to get a prophecy!"
"You did," said the brother, so agreeably she nearly laughed. He was far too good at that. "I should have listened. I don't like it! ‘You will save the world'... Imagine!"
"A prophecy is the furthest thing from a choice."
He still chose, and ignored it. As much as her anger covered fear, so did his stubborn playfulness. But a part of him accepted it after all...
She accompanied his legs when they walked off without him.
///
The king's chronicler imagined the massive, impassive inscription: For entry, sacrifice your deepest wish. "And that fell to you..."
"I was shattered - but I was simpler." The nun's voice, trained for orison and song, was strong. "The quiet of the convent is behind me, and now I have ... pets, guards, a slave..." Her gaze roved the garden where they sat, part of her reward. "Even a lover."
"Ah!" The chronicler struggled for professionalism at that revelation. "Still, y-your wish? If I may ask?"
"It really was so quiet back then..." The nun shrugged. "I only wanted friends."
Cursed
Characters: brother and sister, nun and chronicler, girl and boy (eventually heroine and hero)
Wordcount: 3 x 100
Notes: unrelated fantasy scenarios. ...I had to fight not to title the last one with "YOU WILL NEVER BE A SHOUNEN HERO".
"You won't live any longer than this day!"
Spiteful, cackling, bloody mad - it was just an old man in a field the boy hadn't known he shouldn't enter. But no. The day was already darker.
The boy quivered as the spirit danced away. He stood, staggering - grabbed his smallest goat...
And he walked fast.
*
"He was blessed," the heroine told other travellers, staring at their fine horses. "Really! Like this: You shall live always in light."
"Oh, you," the hero complained, but laughed when she did, and pulled her up to go, faster than the sun could set.
///
"I told you!" the sister raged. "Take the long way, avoid the apothecary - and I told you not to get a prophecy!"
"You did," said the brother, so agreeably she nearly laughed. He was far too good at that. "I should have listened. I don't like it! ‘You will save the world'... Imagine!"
"A prophecy is the furthest thing from a choice."
He still chose, and ignored it. As much as her anger covered fear, so did his stubborn playfulness. But a part of him accepted it after all...
She accompanied his legs when they walked off without him.
///
The king's chronicler imagined the massive, impassive inscription: For entry, sacrifice your deepest wish. "And that fell to you..."
"I was shattered - but I was simpler." The nun's voice, trained for orison and song, was strong. "The quiet of the convent is behind me, and now I have ... pets, guards, a slave..." Her gaze roved the garden where they sat, part of her reward. "Even a lover."
"Ah!" The chronicler struggled for professionalism at that revelation. "Still, y-your wish? If I may ask?"
"It really was so quiet back then..." The nun shrugged. "I only wanted friends."