Word of the Day #14 [Quash], Mulberry #15, Elderberry #26 [Enduring Renewal]
Title: What's Stopping Us?
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Cracks in the Dawn
Character: Sohzi
Challenge: Word of the Day #14 [Quash], Mulberry #15 [The sheep has no choice when in the jaws of the wolf], Elderberry #26 [Enduring Renewal]
Topping: Hot Fudge
Summary: Sohzi called the Goddess.
“You called me, little one?” Sohzi ground her teeth, biting her tongue so she didn’t contradict the goddess before whom she was prostrating herself. The childhood habit to correct her and tell her that she wasn’t a little girl, however, still ached in her chest.
“I did, oh Goddess of Light and Day.” Sohzi answered according to tradition, thinking to herself that unless this being was as powerful as the books and warriors claimed she was, this really wasn’t worth it.
“Stand up child.” The Goddess said impatiently to the child, who quickly followed her orders and sat up, taking in the radiant figure for the first time. The pictures acrurately described the Godess’ appearance: Sohzi might even flatter herself and consider herself similar looking. Both had blond hair, though Sohzi’s was cropped out of practicality in the battlefield, whereas that of the Goddess cascade down her back. They both had brown eyes. Sohzi was smaller than the Goddess, height wise, though that was to be expected, seeing as Sohzi made almost everyone seem tall with her petite frame.
In other words, the raw image both the Goddess and Sohzi projected to the world was not that of a fighter. Both looked more like pretty woman, more suited to Kyrians balls and tea rooms, than violent battlefield and fighting areans.
The Goddess, who had been examining Sohzi with the same scrutiny as Sohzi had showed on her, seemed pleased with the girl’s appearance anyway. “Why did you call me?” she demanded after a short pause.
“I want to be your servant.” Sohzi admitted with a casual air that masked her true nervousness as she got up from the cold marble floor.
“I already have those.” The Goddess said waving her hand aside, her voice almost disappointed.
“I used to be one of the Fighters, and now I’m free and well trained. It says here,” Sohzi pointed at the thick book she had ‘borrowed’ from the library with the Goddesses name, Sanda, printed with inky letters on the spine, “that, before the Faction came into existence, you chose a band of loyal followers to exercise justice on the world. You would give them strength and power, and in return everyone would know your wrath.”
“Yes.” The Goddess agreed, her formless fingers tracing the spine of the book. “That was before the Faction though. Now, they dictate what I am allowed to do and not to do.”
“Why do you listen to them?” Sohzi demanded, her eyes burning. “You could quash them all!”
“I could.” Sanda agreed, looking Sohzi in the eyes steadily. “But what good would that bring me?”
Sohzi paused for a moment, and then shrugged. “Fine, don’t quash them.” She backtracked. “I still think you would benefit from me. I could be your beacon on earth to guide those lost; you tell me who I should punish or kill, and then I could do that.”
“I’m not the guardian of the underworld: you won’t just have to kill people.” Sanda said after a short pause, considering the preposition.
“Neither are you the goddess of justice.” Sohzi scoffed. “You are the Goddess of Destruction, War and Wisdom. You protect temples from corruption, people from unfair destruction and you lead their leaders into victorious war.”
“I used to. The Faction limits that.” The Goddess muttered in nostalgia as she glanced at the thick tome gathering dust. “It’s what I used to do.”
“Then do it again. What’s stopping you?”
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Cracks in the Dawn
Character: Sohzi
Challenge: Word of the Day #14 [Quash], Mulberry #15 [The sheep has no choice when in the jaws of the wolf], Elderberry #26 [Enduring Renewal]
Topping: Hot Fudge
Summary: Sohzi called the Goddess.
“You called me, little one?” Sohzi ground her teeth, biting her tongue so she didn’t contradict the goddess before whom she was prostrating herself. The childhood habit to correct her and tell her that she wasn’t a little girl, however, still ached in her chest.
“I did, oh Goddess of Light and Day.” Sohzi answered according to tradition, thinking to herself that unless this being was as powerful as the books and warriors claimed she was, this really wasn’t worth it.
“Stand up child.” The Goddess said impatiently to the child, who quickly followed her orders and sat up, taking in the radiant figure for the first time. The pictures acrurately described the Godess’ appearance: Sohzi might even flatter herself and consider herself similar looking. Both had blond hair, though Sohzi’s was cropped out of practicality in the battlefield, whereas that of the Goddess cascade down her back. They both had brown eyes. Sohzi was smaller than the Goddess, height wise, though that was to be expected, seeing as Sohzi made almost everyone seem tall with her petite frame.
In other words, the raw image both the Goddess and Sohzi projected to the world was not that of a fighter. Both looked more like pretty woman, more suited to Kyrians balls and tea rooms, than violent battlefield and fighting areans.
The Goddess, who had been examining Sohzi with the same scrutiny as Sohzi had showed on her, seemed pleased with the girl’s appearance anyway. “Why did you call me?” she demanded after a short pause.
“I want to be your servant.” Sohzi admitted with a casual air that masked her true nervousness as she got up from the cold marble floor.
“I already have those.” The Goddess said waving her hand aside, her voice almost disappointed.
“I used to be one of the Fighters, and now I’m free and well trained. It says here,” Sohzi pointed at the thick book she had ‘borrowed’ from the library with the Goddesses name, Sanda, printed with inky letters on the spine, “that, before the Faction came into existence, you chose a band of loyal followers to exercise justice on the world. You would give them strength and power, and in return everyone would know your wrath.”
“Yes.” The Goddess agreed, her formless fingers tracing the spine of the book. “That was before the Faction though. Now, they dictate what I am allowed to do and not to do.”
“Why do you listen to them?” Sohzi demanded, her eyes burning. “You could quash them all!”
“I could.” Sanda agreed, looking Sohzi in the eyes steadily. “But what good would that bring me?”
Sohzi paused for a moment, and then shrugged. “Fine, don’t quash them.” She backtracked. “I still think you would benefit from me. I could be your beacon on earth to guide those lost; you tell me who I should punish or kill, and then I could do that.”
“I’m not the guardian of the underworld: you won’t just have to kill people.” Sanda said after a short pause, considering the preposition.
“Neither are you the goddess of justice.” Sohzi scoffed. “You are the Goddess of Destruction, War and Wisdom. You protect temples from corruption, people from unfair destruction and you lead their leaders into victorious war.”
“I used to. The Faction limits that.” The Goddess muttered in nostalgia as she glanced at the thick tome gathering dust. “It’s what I used to do.”
“Then do it again. What’s stopping you?”