second campaign challenge story
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jana_denardoThe challenge was much trickier this time. the full challenge. I took several parts of the challenge and had fun with it
prompt 5, 97 words
A decade ago, complete genocide of the Yaarians was averted by the Savaria Chorus, a group of young women embodying aspects of the Goddess. These Living Goddesses balanced the power of kings and queens until the night when the Savaria-Militant, Archana, was kidnapped and her temple put to the torch.
Escaping her captors, Archana allies herself with Ethon Drake, the fire mage, hero to her own people, the Tasinia. His ability to send fire licking through the air was to be blamed for what happened to her, breaking both his power and that of the Savaria Chorus.
Aftermath - challenge#2, using prompts 2 & 4, 200 words
Rubble scratched his fingers, making them bleed. Vasu fought tears, even though he heard the other children weeping, shifting through the remains of the temple. He remembered running along the marbled breezeway as a child, growing up within the Living Goddess’s complex. His mother was a priestess. Until the fire came. Until there was nothing left, but the scorched, cracked remains of the heart and hope of their land.
No one could believe someone would attack the temple and hurt the Living Goddess, but the proof was all around him. The boy knew what the papers said, that Goddess-Militant had survived. She had gone to protect the other Living Goddesses but Vasu heard the rumors. She died. Their hero, Drake, had killed her and everyone inside the complex it when it had been set aflame. Vasu didn’t believe that but deep down, he wondered. What if she were dead? His mother was. The fire claimed and the parents of the kids crouched next to him, picking through the ruin of their lives. Maybe their fingers would turn over a bit of jewelry, a twist of a silver hairbrush set, the last traces of their lost ones. Vasu could only hope.
On Being Normal- Challenge #5
She had missed so much being a Living Goddess. Growing up in a rarified world, isolated and protected from the world, Archana had never seen so many things, experienced very little of what life offered her. Even now, on the run, hoping to prevent the loss of another Goddess, she felt more alive than she ever had.
People laughed and joked with one another. They hugged and kissed. She hadn’t known that they did these things so freely. Archana was used to her temple being a quiet place where people spoke to her in hushed reverent tones or came before her as penitents asking for favors from the True Goddess she represented. They didn’t play games with her or tell her jokes.
She had missed so much. She didn’t even know people would play with their magic until she watched Sverre making flowered braids for the girls just by wiggling his fingers at the wild flowers. Karensa flexed her magical muscle using simple kitchen utensils to play with the shapes she formed from the spring. Any number of fruit shapes appeared then morphed into the next until all Archana would think of us summer and sweet juices on her tongue.
And for the extra added difficulty, the above three offerings share a common theme and I am inviting those who wish to do so to offer critiques of the offerings.
I’m # 87 if you would like to 'like' this offering. Thanks.
prompt 5, 97 words
A decade ago, complete genocide of the Yaarians was averted by the Savaria Chorus, a group of young women embodying aspects of the Goddess. These Living Goddesses balanced the power of kings and queens until the night when the Savaria-Militant, Archana, was kidnapped and her temple put to the torch.
Escaping her captors, Archana allies herself with Ethon Drake, the fire mage, hero to her own people, the Tasinia. His ability to send fire licking through the air was to be blamed for what happened to her, breaking both his power and that of the Savaria Chorus.
Aftermath - challenge#2, using prompts 2 & 4, 200 words
Rubble scratched his fingers, making them bleed. Vasu fought tears, even though he heard the other children weeping, shifting through the remains of the temple. He remembered running along the marbled breezeway as a child, growing up within the Living Goddess’s complex. His mother was a priestess. Until the fire came. Until there was nothing left, but the scorched, cracked remains of the heart and hope of their land.
No one could believe someone would attack the temple and hurt the Living Goddess, but the proof was all around him. The boy knew what the papers said, that Goddess-Militant had survived. She had gone to protect the other Living Goddesses but Vasu heard the rumors. She died. Their hero, Drake, had killed her and everyone inside the complex it when it had been set aflame. Vasu didn’t believe that but deep down, he wondered. What if she were dead? His mother was. The fire claimed and the parents of the kids crouched next to him, picking through the ruin of their lives. Maybe their fingers would turn over a bit of jewelry, a twist of a silver hairbrush set, the last traces of their lost ones. Vasu could only hope.
On Being Normal- Challenge #5
She had missed so much being a Living Goddess. Growing up in a rarified world, isolated and protected from the world, Archana had never seen so many things, experienced very little of what life offered her. Even now, on the run, hoping to prevent the loss of another Goddess, she felt more alive than she ever had.
People laughed and joked with one another. They hugged and kissed. She hadn’t known that they did these things so freely. Archana was used to her temple being a quiet place where people spoke to her in hushed reverent tones or came before her as penitents asking for favors from the True Goddess she represented. They didn’t play games with her or tell her jokes.
She had missed so much. She didn’t even know people would play with their magic until she watched Sverre making flowered braids for the girls just by wiggling his fingers at the wild flowers. Karensa flexed her magical muscle using simple kitchen utensils to play with the shapes she formed from the spring. Any number of fruit shapes appeared then morphed into the next until all Archana would think of us summer and sweet juices on her tongue.
And for the extra added difficulty, the above three offerings share a common theme and I am inviting those who wish to do so to offer critiques of the offerings.
I’m # 87 if you would like to 'like' this offering. Thanks.
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Date: 2012-03-12 07:02 am (UTC)The names all sound very fine, although the number of them makes it also a bit confusing. That is, things like "Living Goddess" is just easier to remember than Yaarians, Tasinia, etc..
I'm amazed how much story you could squeeze into the 200 words of the second part. My favourite bit is "picking through the ruin of their lives".
And then you go on creating that world with the next couple of words. I had to grin at your take on the 5th activity.
At the bottom line, I like Archana and would like to know more about her. I wished there had been more about Ethan, he sounds like a promising character.
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Date: 2012-03-12 03:24 pm (UTC)I would like to finish working on the longer piece some day.