Fantasy, Writing

A Gift from the Soule

It doesn’t seem like it’s October already. I ended up moving and having so much come up I didn’t write very much. *coughatallcough*

In any case, now things are settling down, I feel the muse bugging me to write again. Ideas have begun to swirl about and I feel the anticipation and excitement of writing. Or at least, that’s how it feels to me. In any case, I won’t be doing a word prompt today, but just the writing exercise of writing and writing for about a page or two. Writing is a much needed break from chickens, gardening, cleaning, moving, schooling, and a host of who knows what I’ve been doing, most of which I’ve forgotten already.

 

 

Staring into the darkness of night, he couldn’t help but feel it had changed. The welcoming folds of night had abandoned him. What had once been his playground, his domain, was empty. It had felt like he had belonged matched only by other predators of the night. Now, as he stood just inside the city limits, he was unsure. Emotions had once been a thing of the past, but now they rushed up threatening to overwhelm him. It was back in the courts when he had last reigned his emotions in putting up his aristocratic mask for all to see, controlled, calm, calculating, stoic.

 

He was so unused to this when it bubbled up he was incredibly distracted with it. His senses telling him what was going on became muddled and useless. Or else, he would have heard him approach.

 

“Wilhelm.” The decidedly male voice broke the almost silence of night. “Master.”

 

He turned around to face his shadow. The other eager waited for any sign his master was approving. His muscles seemed to tremble like a hound ready to be loosed upon the foxes.

 

Even this seemed, changed. His fight with the witch had done more than he had expected. Her range of power had grown since he had last fought her a century ago.

 

“Maxwell of Derlington.” He took a breath. His shadow visibly shivered at the sound of his voice. It was his gift, as all Old Ones had though they differed based on what seemed to be their upbringing. The gift of the thrall was his. If one didn’t know better, they would assume Maxwell was in love with him. “How has my Shadow been doing?” He asked putting his hands behind him in his favored courtly pose.

 

“While you were away, I kept threats away and your cattle fed.” Max’s voice had become breathy. His black hair fell into his face unable to stay behind his ear as he held his bow. Only when his master motioned for him to be at ease did he straighten. “There was only one stray vampire that had infringed on your territory, but he was easily subdued.”

 

Wilhelm turned strolling forward prompting his shadow to take several quick steps to fall into pace beside but behind him. “Good. It would not have been good to lose my territory while I fought the bigger threat.” His heart beat harshly as he remembered the desperate battle of wills. The Witch tried forcing his hand. In the end, it hadn’t mattered. She was, in a way, more broken than before.

 

“And….How did it go, Master?” Max hesitated to ask not wanting to annoy the man. When he answered, his eyebrows went up his mouth dropping open.

 

“Well enough, Shadow. Well enough.”

 

Max couldn’t help but be worried. When he had first approached, he had thought the rushing of blood had been prey. That the scent had been from another. It was from his master. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins without assistance. He could hear the breath in his lungs. He could even hear thee changes in his breath  and pace as they talked. The way only humans did. Was this some sort of test? Was his master trying to teach him in some way? What could it mean? More than these things, he had answered him straight forward and without demeaning him.

 

“Master?” He ventured unsure of this new behavior from the other.

 

“Hm?” Wilhelm turned eyebrows raising as he considered the man.

 

“What happened?” His hand moved as if to reach forward and comfort his master, but he dropped it back at his side.

 

“Not here, Maxwell. We must arrive at the manor. No need to look so alarmed. All is well.” The master vampire continued on the path to his home, but the closer he got. The more he worried the change the witch had made was permanent. Her spell was new to him. Maxwell was more learned even than him. Perhaps, he could assist in finding the spell to find how to counter it. But they would have to work behind closed doors. Should a rival hear of his weakness, there would be no hope.

 

When they arrived at the manor, the place was deserted besides the stray cat who had become too attached to Maxwell. If he would stop feeding it, they wouldn’t have this problem. The shadow was a bleeding heart though.

 

The master vampire led the way to the lower studies where he usually stayed to read, or pass the time away. Keeping pace behind him, Maxwell silently followed hoping for any treat or tips the master could pass on. It was unusual a master tolerated shadows or kept one. THe Old Ones tended to be more reclusive than almost all others. As the world passed by, they could handle it less. For some, it was the noise. For others, it was the rapidly changing culture. Technology twisting lives for better or worse.

 

As soon as the study door was closed, Maxwell turned to his master waiting to hear him speak of what had happened.

 

“Maxwell…” Wilhelm lowered himself into a chair without his usual grace. The journey had strangely tired him. “When I fought her. She…used a spell of sorts.”

 

The other’s breath fell from him. If this was all it was, it would be simple to fix.

 

“I didn’t recognize it.” He scrubbed his face trying to take the fatigue away. “You will have to search the books so we may dispel it.” Without another word, his shadow shot forward as only a vampire could and began to search the tomes. His collection was extensive, as he had taken it from every witch he had killed.

 

His shadow asked question after question until Wilhelm had become to annoyed. WHen his master had retreated to the fake window pane, he began his search through the older tomes. His finger came to rest on a spell from ages ago. One he had thought long passed.

 

“Master.” He turned on his heel looking up to see the longing in the man’s face. “I think…I found what you are looking for.” His master didn’t turn to face him but stared into the duplicated sky with clouds passing on the panes. Maxwell stood quiet for a moment. His eyes dropped to the page reading.

 

‘Once the vampire is subdued, the spell is cast. If it holds true, his gift will be taken. His might turned out. His soule once more restored.’

 

“I believe…she made you human.” He looked up from the book to find emotion twisting his master’s face. One he didn’t immediately recognize. One he had seen on cattle before as they walked knowingly to the slaughter. When they knew death had come at last.

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Fantasy, Writing Prompts

Elven Magic

  •  Word count: 300
  •  Genre: Fantasy
  •  Character: A nurse who knows more than the doctors
  •  Material: Coloring pencils
  •  Sentence: “Everyone keeps ignoring me.”
  •  Bonus: Winter is long and extremely cold.

 

“Everyone keeps ignoring me.” She whispered to herself tucking her long blonde hair behind her pointed ears. Bending down, she smiled at a sick child as she lay in bed pale as the sheets. She picked up a rag and wrung it out before wiping the sweat away from her face.

“How are you?” She asked in the most kindly way. It was what had set her apart from the others to the children. The girl opened her eyes managing to smile back at her.

“I’m feeling a little better, Ani.” She reached out as if to touch the nurse’s ears. The kids shortened her name as the elven name was often too hard for them to pronounce.

“That’s good.” She glanced around in a dramatic way sparking excitement in the little girl who sat up carefully eager to be a part of something. Pulling out a small parcel wrapped in white linen, she set it on the girls lap. When she unrolled the parcel, her eyes light up like the stars themselves. Coloring pencils and paper lay within the linen partially hidden even now.

“Oh, thank you!” She looked up at the nurse who smiled back.

“I’m sure this will help pass the time while you recover. I’m glad the herbs I gave you are working.” She put a hand on the girl’s. A little bit of magic trickled through, not enough to catch the attention of the doctors, but enough to help her heal. With the combination of herbs, the girl was recovering much faster. She only wished she had to do so in secret because the doctors thought her incompetent. Only men could be doctors. Where she came from, it was the other way around but not strictly so. Humans were odd. “I have to go deliver the other parcels.” She whispered making the girl giggle from the harmless secret. “Remember. Keep it hidden.”

“Keep it safe.” The girl recited with her. Their game of secret mission helped pass the time and entertain them. It was better than absolutely nothing that the human doctors told them to do. When one of the doctors went to come by, she quickly rolled it up tucking it under her blankets. Nodding and putting a slender finger to her lips, the nurse stood bowing her head to the doctor before stepping to the next patient.

Fantasy, Writing, Writing Prompts

Alspring

  • Word count: 800
  • Genre: Suspense/fantasy
  • Character: A god
  • Material: A whistle
  • Sentence: “We can repair this.”
  • Bonus: Your story involves a damsel in distress.

 

“We can repair this.” The god said standing in front of the woman still curled up in the arms of the statue. Her brilliant red hair spilled over the marble arm almost touching the ground. Humans always such strange creatures to him. She lie there as if the world wasn’t suffering. Like the world wasn’t on the verge of collapse because of his twin brother.

Her blue eyes stared up into the statue’s eyes like a long lost lover.

“You look so much more handsome as a statue.” She started off saying. His face twisted. He wasn’t used to mortals speaking to him like this. “I wonder why artists always carve your face like this. It doesn’t really look like you.”

He folded his arms across his chest. Pressing his lips together, he glanced at the statue then the woman. “We don’t have a lot of options.” He ignored the insults. “If you will not do anything, I will leave you to wraith wandering the halls.” This got her attention, but he was already turned around walking away. He heard her fall from the statue assumably chasing after him. His ear perked hearing her stumble in her haste.

“I’m sorry. I…I’m just scared. I’ve never had to do this or anything like this.” She slowed to keep pace with him in a quick walk. The god was much taller than her so his pace was faster. Even among mortals, she was short. “What do we need to do?” She asked looking up into his face.

While he didn’t look handsome by human standards, he had a certain appeal. His grey eyes were hard set and determined. He had strong features but his face was thinner. His hair roam about like fire having a life of its own. He didn’t have such red hair as her, his being more strawberry blonde, very light strawberry blonde.

Biting her lip, she managed to catch his eye, but he appeared less than pleased.

“Do not expect me to react like your mortal counterparts.” His voice had dropped from the soothing musical lightness to a darker tone promising of unpleasant things. She stared at him shocked. “You will get nothing from me. I at first thought you might be the one I needed to save to help bring the world back to order. The prophecies even said I’d find the one we needed here, but you.” He stopped walking to face her. “Are not who we need. You only think of your simple mortal needs. Cowering. Insulting men. Do you think I can not see your thoughts? I am no mortal. I know.” His grey eyes turned into storms making her draw back. “You are safe for now, Mortal, but you are no longer requested to join the Hunt.” He spun around growling sounding like thunder. The woman stood behind him shocked but didn’t follow. How could he had thought she of all people was the one to bring order to Life and Death?  

He left the broken temple feeling less than stellar. His mission here today had failed. The only reason he had left his home was to find her. Well, not her from inside the temple reeking of manipulation and ego, but the one that was supposed to be the balance. He dropped himself on a broken column staring at the ground. His mother would be disappointed were he to return with nothing.

The stars like a scale hanging in the sky. A balance between the sun and the moon, to Life and Death. She will be the hands to hold each side like a bridge between the beginning and the end. Mortals climb from one hand and across her back to the other. While the brothers judge whether mortal men shall pass from the plate.

It had been the final words spoken to him and his twin before she too had passed from this finite world. She had spoken of it too, but he had remembered too late. His brother took her to his realm beyond. Their mother said she would stay with him for a time then his brother for a time. That hadn’t bothered him. It was the time to come. When she said Death would reign.

The war broke out and his people started dying. The woman his mother spoke of was to stop Life from bringing in those not suppose to be there, but also stop Death from taking those not ready. A mediator between the two.

A noise brought his eyes from the ground. When he saw the creature chasing one of his people, he couldn’t just sit idle. He jumped from his place running after them. They were heading for the river. THe creature probably aimed to drown the mortal. He leapt in front of it brandishing his spear. Light burst from the tip making the creature screeched falling backward tripping over its own massive tail. Lowering the spear, he turned to the woman cowering in the nook of an oak.

“No need to fear.” He soothed. When she looked up, he tilted his head. Her grey eyes looked so much like his own. “Woman. Whence have you come?” He asked. She held her knees to her chest letting her brown hair fall in front of her hiding her. “If you wish me to leave, I shall, but…I don’t bring and harm with me.”

She took a handkerchief from her dress pocket wiping her nose. “Ah…It’s…It’s not that.” Her alto drifted out from behind her curtain of hair. “I just…” He could hear her take a deep breath. “Need a minute.” The god stood waiting patient.

When she lifted her head, she met his eyes not with defiance, like he’d seen in some, or lust. In her eyes, he could see how broken she was. There wasn’t a hint of arrogance within her. “Woman…” He said again but more softly. “Where have you come from?” Now he was more concerned for her than curious. The look in her eye spoke more for her than her silence.

“I don’t know. All I remember is…it was dark.” Her head turned trying to hide what might be seen. Things she didn’t want him to know, but she didn’t know why. “I…I know…” She tried to gauge how much she could tell him. When he dropped into a crouch in front of her, she managed to see into his face. “I…didn’t like it at all.” She whispered now that he was so close. His eyebrows drew together compassion in his eyes. “It hurt…” Her lips curled down. All at once, she was in his arms sobbing.

From Life’s arms, a damsel is brought. Piece by piece will the bridge between Life and Death be wrought.

He knelt holding her wondering at the events playing out this day. His mother had been right. Not that he doubted, but she had been right. “Come. We will go to my home. It is neither dark, or painful there.” Scooping her up, he straightened.

She couldn’t help but be worried about this. What other choice did she have? If she asked to go, she could feel he would let her, but that creature that had chased her was still out there. She ended up nodding. Shortly after he started walking, exhaustion overtook her. Her eyes gradually closed leaving her sleeping in his arms.

 

When she awoke next, she was lying in a meadow. Where they had just come from had the crisp air of autumn. Here, there was the warmth of spring. She could see the man, or god who had saved her wandering around, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. Standing up, she brushed off her dress and straightened it out.

“Where are we?” She called out.

He turned letting go of a branch he had been holding. A smile stole across his face. “My home. Alspring.”

 

Fantasy, Writing Prompts

Life without Death – 750 words

  • Word count: 750
  • Genre: Fantasy
  • Character: A vampire
  • Material: A pen
  • Sentence: “It’s too warm.”
  • Bonus: Winter is long and extremely cold.

 

“It’s too warm.” The old vampire whispered to his heir. Elliot sat next to him fidgeting with a pen. He didn’t know what to say to his master. They had never faced anything like this. Never in their lives, long as they had been, did they ever expect him to become mortal again. No one even knew how it happened. His master wouldn’t tell him anything on where he’d been or what he’d been doing. Now, he was dying.

Elliot pushed the logs on the fire around in an attempt to decrease the output of heat. His hazel eyes drifted up to the old man deteriorating before him. Where once a man of great power had stood, now the same had become feeble no longer able to get onto his feet. His black hair had become grey then white. It wouldn’t be long now.

After poking the fire, he set the stick aside picking back up the old fountain pen. It had been a gift from his father who had died a long time ago. His master had found him in the cemetery that day. He had promised that he would never die. He promised power beyond his dreams. He had promised a life outside of the mortal one. Not that it was true at all. At the time, he hadn’t know they could be turned back. It was one of the few ways to fight a vampire apparently. His master told him it wouldn’t happen to him, the old ways had died out, but here they were.

“Master…” He mumbled but the man waved his words away. Elliot almost let it go, but his anger stirred. “Master.” He said more firmly. Their eyes met. “If a witch has stolen your immortal existence from you, then the least we could do is repay the favor.” His master smiled at him. It infuriated him even more, but he held his tongue.

“Elliot…” His voice shook. “I told you.” He took a breath as if speaking was too much for him. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

He couldn’t believe the man. First, he went and got himself effectively killed, then said he didn’t have to worry about it. What if she came after him?! His nostrils flared. His master laughed enough to make himself cough.

“Don’t you understand, Elliot?” When his master got no response, he sighed. More gently, he continued. “A few days ago.”

“When the witch changed you.” Elliot interrupted with a growl. His eyebrows drew down darkening his expression. His master took a breath trying not to react to the provocation.

“A few days ago.” He continued pointedly. “I heard an old witch of mine. Alliessa. We knew each other centuries ago. She would hunt me. I would kill her kin. It was back and forth.” His hand gestured lightly in the air before falling back down. “Well,” He paused. “I heard she wasn’t dead but actually quite close to us. Hunting me quietly, but I heard about it from a friend.”  

Elliot hadn’t heard this part of the story. Hadn’t known it had existed. He focused his attention on what his master was telling him. His master wasn’t looking at him now.

“So. I decided to do the only thing I knew I could do. Without a doubt, I could handle the old witch.”

Understanding was slowly dawning on him. His lips twitched down. His eyebrows together and up. “Master…” He tried interrupting but the man didn’t stop.

“But…you would never survive were she to find us. So, instead of letting her come here. I found her. She was stronger than I had anticipated, but,” He smiled at his heir. “I had killed her for certain this time, but not without cost.” Elliot was staring at the floor feeling utterly horrible.

“Now you know why you don’t need to worry. Never had to.” He sat up with great effort putting a hand on Elliot’s shoulder. “I had become a vampire centuries ago because I thought there was nothing left for me in the mortal world. When I found you, I found what I had wanted years ago, but couldn’t enjoy. Now, I can at least enjoy my last few days with my son.” Elliot pressed his lips together. Human emotions bubbled up pushing past his barriers and down his cheeks.

“Master.” He choke. At the beckoning call, Elliot went over to him laying his head on his shoulder. “Father.”

 

Fantasy, Writing, Writing Prompts

Souless

  • Word count: 300
  • Genre: Drama
  • Character: A soulless man
  • Material: A wooden cross
  • Sentence: “Aren’t you afraid?”
  • Bonus: The story takes place two-hundred years from now.
  • Tod Lydon TrembleMae Jordon Beaulieu

 

 

“Aren’t you afraid?” The woman almost lowered the wooden cross, but kept her grip tight as she held the symbol in front of her. Tod just shrugged his shoulders. She wasn’t going to budge and they both knew it.

 

“I haven’t been afraid of death for a long time.” He let out his breath almost wishing she would just go through with it. Staring into her eyes, he could see her hesitance. He was too human in appearance and demeanor. THere likely was no way she would kill him. Especially in times like these where society had slowly taken a turn for the worse.

 

“I don’t care if you are or aren’t.” She tried sounding brave her own faltering voice belaying that.

 

“Then why did you ask?” He tilted his head almost imitating perfectly. After so many years, he couldn’t remember how to exactly do it. When she didn’t answer, he took a breath and sat down in his chair again. He didn’t have any plans, indeed he could never die, so none of this mattered. “The time you waste is your own.” He reached out toying with the chisel he had been using just moments before. When she lowered the cross, he lifted an eye brow.

 

“You…don’t seem like the others.” She whispered. Had this been anyone else, she would be dead right now. The Souless ones didn’t forgive mistakes like this. Just because one appeared to be different didn’t mean they were. She would swear she saw something else in his eyes no one else had. Well, none of the Souless that is.

 

“Your death shall not be on my hand nor will I be accountable for your blood when you make this mistake with someone who has the intent to try and consume your soule.” Like vampires the Souless were obsessed with taking what they didn’t have. The main difference was what they consume. When their eyes met, the Souless had the ability to eat the human’s soule if contact was made long enough and the Souless skilled. Most of the time, they had to be close enough to touch.

 

Mae slipped the cross into its loop on her pants. “I haven’t made it a habit to kill harmless people or anyone who…wasn’t aggressive.” The words didn’t sound quite right, but she supposed it would describe it well enough. Tod couldn’t help but reconsider her.

 

“I could just be smart and cause you to lower your guard so I could eat your soule.” When she laughed, he frowned in a purely human way.

 

“If you were, you’d be dead. Souless have tried it before. You aren’t that smart if you did try it.” She leaned a shoulder against the wood column. After a moment, she dared to ask. “Why…or…” She paused hesitating a moment. “How are you different than your…kind?” Her arms folded on her chest.

 

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “Perhaps, it’s the long contained remorse for having killed so many in my youth as Souless unable to stop myself from eating any and everyone I could get close to. Maybe, it’s because I ate my whole family unable to stop myself. Or maybe…I don’t know.” He shook his head. “When the Souless first appeared, I remember the pure chaos.”

 

Mae’s eyes widened as he listened. What he talked about happened over two hundred years. She’d never met a Souless from the beginning. What did happen once the Souless lost their craving? She didn’t even know they could after time went on. Her teammates would have never believed her if she said she had a conversation with one of these beasts. No one had met one that could or would actually hold a conversation.

 

“After a while, I found I could fight the urge easier. I wandered farther and farther from humans because I didn’t want anyone else to die. Not that it worked. I still killed too many. Still ate so many.” He shook his head eyes dropping to the cross. Mae couldn’t believe it. A souless that actually wanted her to kill it. Just that fact made her shake her head at him.

 

Pushing off the wall, she turned heading back up the stairs that would take her to the city street. She hesitated as her foot stopped on the first step. “If…” She began but stopped. It would be insanely stupid no matter his amount of control, I mean he did just admit he couldn’t control it all the time. “Perhaps. If…You are feeling conversational. Perhaps, we can talk again. I’d,” She glanced over shoulder. His head was hanging as someone who had lost the courage to pull the trigger. She couldn’t assist in something like that. “I wouldn’t mind listening.” Turning, she ascended the stairs with the intent on hunting more, but she would remember this. This was the exception to the rule all Souless were vicious monsters, but it did prove they could become somewhat human again. That there might be a way to restore their humanity someday.

 

 

This one was really fun to write so I didn’t really stay within the word count limit. I might continue this one at some point. Paranormal, or dark fantasy seems easy for me to write.

 

Fantasy, Military, Writing Prompts

Once Threatened – 700 words

    • Word count: 700
    • Genre: Military
    • Character: A werewolf
    • Material: A whip
    • Sentence: “You will take the fall for this.”
    • Bonus: There seems to be no one left on the planet.
    • Keith Dedreich

 

 

 

“You will take the fall for this.”

The crack of the whip reverberated against the concrete wall. His back stiffened as the pain flooded his senses. He growled low under his breath so the soldier wouldn’t know how much it hurt.

“This can all end when you give in.” The soldier with the whip in his hand took a step back ready to deliver the next lash. “You know what you need to be doing.” He watched for a second to see if the one chained would say or do anything. When he didn’t, he struck again. “Just admit it!” He shouted as he added more lashes onto the man.

His back arched with each additional blow. He gasped feeling the old familiarity of his wolf beside him. The Old One didn’t like what this whelp was doing. The soldier had no place beating him like this. He had no idea the power barely contained. Just because his wounds healed rapidly didn’t mean he felt no pain. The wolf circled him, even if in just his mind. They could easily take this one. He was no threat. Shaking his head, Keith fought off the temptation. He soothed his wolf humming the old lullaby their mother had once used.

The soldier lowered his whip reflexively hearing the man hum. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on right there, but instinct told him he was in grave danger. His superior had told him to break him, to push him into shifting, but now that he was at the tipping point. He couldn’t do it. Fear pushed into his veins like a drug.

“So, you do understand.” Keith said after a few minutes of composing himself. His eyes opened but the human was gone out of them. The reflective glow of his eyes could be seen in the mirror opposite of them. The soldier watched him carefully fighting the urge to run. “I will let you leave.” He took a deep breath to steady himself. A shudder ran through his prone body. The chains rattled with the movement. Keith was trying to keep the wolf in check, but the Old One had other plans. If it hadn’t been for the chains, he would have been Shifted and at the soldier’s throat.

“Your life for mine. Let me out of the chains. I’ll forget this ever happened.” He lifted his head using the mirror to stare into the wide eyes of the soldier. “Or I can just break them and tear you apart starting with your limbs.”

His CO’s voice rang through his head as he listened to the wolf. ‘Under no circumstances will you let the wolf go. The chains are the only thing protecting you and everyone else.’ Still, the soldier felt almost compelled to let the wolf out. His life was on the line right then. His daughter was turning six. If he didn’t, he would never get to see her again. He wouldn’t be able to see her face light up when she opened her birthday present and saw what he got her.

“Decide quickly.” An inhuman note had stolen into his voice. Keith bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to hold onto the wolf.  

When the chains fell off, he could not suppress the howl. The soldier had run standing at the back of the room now with his rifle out. It would be useless, but at least he didn’t have it aimed.

“Remember your promise.” He gulped swallowing hard as Keith stood rubbing his wrists.

“What promise?” Keith turned his eyes over his shoulders watching the effect his words had on the soldier.

“Y-You said…If I let you out, you would let me live.”

He chuckled to himself straightening out. For a moment, he toyed with the idea. “I never promised.” Turning around, he could see the soldier trembling. Even after having starved and beat him, the soldier thought of him as a threat. He couldn’t help but find that amusing. It told him exactly what they thought of him. “But I will.” He said at last having frightened the man enough the wolf was appeased. “You ever come near me or my pack. I will forget that promise.”

When the door buzzed, he stepped out into the corridor. The scent of fear rolled over him like ecstasy. These ones had no promise.

Fantasy, Writing Prompts

It Was Her – Writing Prompt – 300 words

  • Word count: 300
  •  Genre: Fantasy
  •  Character: A superhero (White Crow)
  •  Material: A bottle of whiskey
  • Sentence: “It was her!”
  •  Bonus: Your character has lost someone dear.

     

     

    “It was her!” He slurred sloshing his bottle of whiskey when he gestured to the man next to him. Tears brimmed his eyes. “Why don’t you understand?” He shook his head with a growl. “It…was HER.”

    The man next to him didn’t seem to react except to press his lips together. How could anyone know how to react in this situation? It didn’t make much sense. A drunk man rambling on, even if the drunk man was a ‘superhero’. He had single handedly stopped the Ellis of Uthuan from continuing her rampage. Anyone would have been proud, welcomed home with honors, but when he had returned he didn’t really talk much except to say. ‘It was her.’

    Not many knew who the Ellis was, only that was her name and she came from the north with an army and magic at her call. Her power was rumored to destroy human soul. When the White Crow had come from his secluded home, people had been hopeful. He had shown up only during dire times, but always brought peace in his wake. His life was entirely secret as he disappeared once his task was finished.

    Now, he only stayed in their city drinking his days away muttering those three words. People had tried to understand what it meant. Many had asked him trying to shake it out of him. Villhem leaned over putting a hand on the once great superheroes’ shoulder.

    “No one knows what you mean, but I can tell it is a great burden to you. Your tab is paid by me.” He told him simply letting his hand fall. The drunk turned to him staring into his eyes with his own entirely white eyes.

    “It was her…” He whispered. “Why don’t you understand?” White Crow shook his head. “It was my wife.”