Fantasy, Writing, Writing Prompts

Of Wood, Cloth and Hair

They stood before the council unsure of what decision will be made on their behalf. The three of them were never really ever considered human by the warlock’s, or witch’s standard. For the whole council, it had never mattered what effort was put into their making. Their mother’s magic spent on creating such detailed ‘creatures’ was great. All of that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that they three were their mother’s greatest achievement, greatest treasure, her masterpiece.

She had cared for them as if they were her children. It wasn’t her fault they had chosen wrong.

Iyana lowered her head. Her black curls falling forward partially hiding her face. Her eyes matched her hair dark and beautiful. Mother had carved her face to be young and elegant. Her expression twisted that face with grief.

“How had we gotten so far down this path?” Her soft breathy voice fell between them, only for their ears.

The other two watched her as they would an older sister. Iyana’s sister on her right had fiery red hair cut short, but the curl could still be seen. Her vibrant green eyes were not as grief stricken as her sister’s but she looked away to hide the shame in them. The sister on the left had wavy brown hair falling to her shoulders. She was made to look the youngest, most frail, with youthful features and bright blue eyes full of innocence. She appeared not even know what was going on.

There mother would be crying could she see them this day.

“You three have broken the guidelines set for to protect our society. While you are not human, as we, it is understood and accepted you have some level of sentience. So, you will answer for your crimes instead of your creator.”

The words only gave them a small measure of relief. Iyana reached down taking her sister’s hands. Her head lifted high she met the high councilman’s eyes with resolve. The action took him a moment to get over.

“What say you in your defense?” A woman to the man’s right leaned forward to speak.

Iyana gave her sister on her right glance requesting her to keep her peace. The redhead raised her eyebrows but stayed silent. The eldest stepped forward.

“Excellency. May I speak?” She bowed to them. When she straightened, the room had fallen entirely silent all eyes on her. They hadn’t expected that she would actually speak. To them, these dolls couldn’t be sentient even if they admitted they likely were. No one had thought her capable of articulating her words well enough or her demeanor. When the councilman nodded to her, she took another step forward still holding her sister’s hands.

“When my mother created us, we were nothing but wood, cloth, and hair from her own head.” She took a breath to calm her nerves. “Is this basically how all children are made? Their mother creates them out of their own body. Our mother did not hold us in her belly but held us in her hands. She may have used wood instead of bone, but do we not live before you still?” Her dark eyes roamed from councilman to councilman. “Our mother did not have a womb to hold a child within, so we came to existence to fill the void she felt.” She dropped her gaze. “We…I will admit, have not been alive for very long.”

Iyana looked back up at them. Her face steeled into determination. “We have not yet learned of everything we must in order to fill a place in your world. We are trying.” Her voice hitched with the last few words. She swallowed hard taking another breath in an attempt to keep her emotions in tact. “Born of wood bent to my will.” Her sister’s recognized the spell lifting their heads and watching their sister. “Woven with cloth to hide their nakedness.” The sister’s began to speak with her their voices getting louder. “Hair from my head that they might always be. Be mine in all things. Blood from my veins so they may bleed and feel the pain of life.”

Their voices had begun to echo all around them. The council stood stepping back from the desk. A wind picked up playing with the candle light all around them. Some candles went out making the room musty with smoke.

“Tied with this string so they may always be sisters. Tied always. May their fates always be twisted together.”

Magic began to drift around them in a mist glowing faintly purple. The sisters stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder.

“A kiss so they may know love. My arms surrounding them so they may feel a mother’s love all their days. Steel in their bones so they may be strong with resolve. Strong through their lives. Strong, vibrant. Steel for longevity.”

A guard moved closer but the magic snapped and crackled like lightning preventing his approach.

“A rose for beauty and softness. A thorn so they may defend themselves. And-” They took a deep breath eyes rolling back so their eyes were white. “Brought together with my magic to give them more than the sum of their parts, to bind. To seal. To make permanent. With my magic. Give them Life, purpose, and sustenance. So it is with three. So it may be said with three. So their purpose shall be three. So may it always be. So may it always be. So may it always be.”

With the final word, the magic rushed out from them in a great whirlwind blowing out the candles. There were a few cries from those in the large courtroom. Metal clanged on metal as guards moved anxiously.

“You see, Council.” Iyana spoke seeming louder as few other sounds could be heard. “If we were not alive, how could the magic bend to our will. Why would it be attracted to dust our selves with power. You have said yourselves only true living beings can use magic.”

The redhead, Siera flicked out a hand lighting the candles once again. The three stood back to back watching the room.

“And isn’t the right of every living thing to be given a chance to know and learn and understand. I agree what we have done was not right. We can see it now. But we are but three years old. Can you really give no leniency or provide room for us to learn and grow. It is our greatest desire that we might become members of your society. We wish to make our mother proud. And…” Her voice grew heavy with emotion. “We had not made our mother proud with our actions. If one must be punished, let us make up for our actions with life not death. I have heard your thoughts. You wish to burn us. Please. We implore you. Let us live. Let us serve to provide recompense. Rule that we are alive. Let us have a chance.”

She took a deep breath. “Let us have a chance to make our mother proud.” Her voice came to a squeak at the end. She went quiet head bowed tears falling from her chin. Siera sniffed to keep herself from crying, but Iyana had spoken well. THey all felt this way. Misa, the youngest, had not ceased crying since Iyana had spoken. Her small hand going up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. “And if one must take punishment, let me.” Iyana looked up at the shocked councilman. “Let me die instead of my sisters.” Her eyes turned to the woman sitting next to him. The woman’s eyes widened.

“We must take a recess to…review the new evidence.” She stood fast enough to knock her chair back. An aide moved forward catching the chair reaching out a hand to her but she walked stiffly from the room. It wasn’t another minute before the rest followed her into the council chambers to discuss.

“Do…” Misa spoke. “Do you think they’ll kill us?” Fear saturating her voice.


The girls sat on a bench waiting. It had been an hour since they had gone behind the council chamber doors. A crack brought their heads up as the doors eased open. The council looked more ragged than before. The woman who had called recess stepped up to the center podium. The sisters watched on trying not to hold their breath.

“It has…come to our attention.” She had begun but shook her head afterwards. “I believe.” She looked down at the girls with what could only be described as a mother’s love. “You are but children and must be treated as such. THough you look like adults. Your actions, and words here today prove to me without doubt. You are…children. We can not punish children for the innocence they possess. We mustn’t.” The councilwoman glanced at the others. The rest were nodding as she spoke. “What you have done was not done out of vengeance, pride, anger, or resentment.” She looked into the eyes of the sisters in turn. “You…I can see now, were curious as all children are. Because you were not taught how wrong your actions were, we can certainly not punish you for them. Yet-” She straightened up.

“The crime must paid for. We require that you provide service to those affected until the debt is paid. It will be agreed between the victims, you and the council what is fair. Once the debt is paid, you may return to society provided you take a guardian to teach you how to become members of society as you have so greatly desired.” She smiled making the wrinkles in her face more evident. It made her look much older but not unkind.

The sisters stood. Smiles brightened their faces. They ran across the room. The guards jumped forward but the councilwoman held her hand up. The girls stopped when they sat the motion. All except Misa who hadn’t noticed but only wrapped her arms around the woman.

“Thank you, Granma Councilwoman.” SHe grinned up a the woman who was rapidly blinking away tears.

“Please, understand.” She pulled them all over. “In the light of the wars we have all suffered. You will not likely be treated well. Forgive us.” She paused trying to decide if she should say something or not. “You…remind me of my own daughters before they were killed in the war.” She kissed Misa’s head.

“I’m sure…” Misa smiled at her as only a child could. “Your Misa would be very proud of you today.” The woman couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

“Thank you, Misa.” She let go reluctantly. “Perhaps, your existence proves we may all heal and grow from the destruction of the war. We might all grow to accept. Maybe find solace in ones such as yourselves.”



Genre – fantasy
Main – anti hero
Setting – 8
Number – 3
Antagonist – mother nature
Plot – transformation
Length – 1600
Keywords – costume doll pain guidelines unanimous

I really liked this one. While it was short, I found I liked the story as it came out. I’m not sure if I met all the perimeters, but it was meant as an idea generator more than absolute. Still, tell me how you liked it, and if you’d like to read more on this story!