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I wrote a short drabble thingy, about 330 words, with teh focus being on Clarinet.
I don't write much, but I do enjoy writing, hopefully I caught most the technical mistakes.
Title: On This Day
Rating: G
The rising sun cast its first rays into city as it crept up from behind the distant mountains. One solitary figure stood to greet the rising star on this cold autumn morning. The chilled wind of a red dawn whipped golden hair against this immobile observer. The long ends lashed against fair skin like painful little stingers, but Clarinet paid no heed, he had endured far worse during his training; the training that had led him to this day.
Once, this day had been merely a joke between him and the older boy he idolized. Lute, greatest mage of Sfortzendo, would always be the leader of the Magical Armies.
Now, what was once a jest was reality. Clari stared harder at the rising sun, the officers staff, one that would soon be exchanged for something much grander, was clenched tightly in his hand.
For the past week, he had heard nothing but congratulations from those around him. People praised his hard work, his dedication, and his leadership ability. People marveled at how young he was, and yet how masterfully he would lead the troops. They never mentioned that he was not the youngest person to achieve this rank, but Clarinet knew the thought lurked in their mind. It had to, because it was always lurking in his.
Because of that, Clarinet could not feel their joy. Perhaps he did feel some pride, but it was a hollow empty pride, the fleeting kind that comes when a person realizes what they had been so proud of was merely what their duty demanded.
Clarinet would do his duty. Nevertheless, it was a duty that would only serve to remind him of all that he had lost 13 years ago. By naming him the leader of Sfortzendo’s army, the country would finally admit the painful truth.
Prince Lute would never come back to them.
His friend would never come back to him.
crossposted to hameln_drabble
-Ani
I don't write much, but I do enjoy writing, hopefully I caught most the technical mistakes.
Title: On This Day
Rating: G
The rising sun cast its first rays into city as it crept up from behind the distant mountains. One solitary figure stood to greet the rising star on this cold autumn morning. The chilled wind of a red dawn whipped golden hair against this immobile observer. The long ends lashed against fair skin like painful little stingers, but Clarinet paid no heed, he had endured far worse during his training; the training that had led him to this day.
Once, this day had been merely a joke between him and the older boy he idolized. Lute, greatest mage of Sfortzendo, would always be the leader of the Magical Armies.
Now, what was once a jest was reality. Clari stared harder at the rising sun, the officers staff, one that would soon be exchanged for something much grander, was clenched tightly in his hand.
For the past week, he had heard nothing but congratulations from those around him. People praised his hard work, his dedication, and his leadership ability. People marveled at how young he was, and yet how masterfully he would lead the troops. They never mentioned that he was not the youngest person to achieve this rank, but Clarinet knew the thought lurked in their mind. It had to, because it was always lurking in his.
Because of that, Clarinet could not feel their joy. Perhaps he did feel some pride, but it was a hollow empty pride, the fleeting kind that comes when a person realizes what they had been so proud of was merely what their duty demanded.
Clarinet would do his duty. Nevertheless, it was a duty that would only serve to remind him of all that he had lost 13 years ago. By naming him the leader of Sfortzendo’s army, the country would finally admit the painful truth.
Prince Lute would never come back to them.
His friend would never come back to him.
crossposted to hameln_drabble
-Ani