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.

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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.”