This past week has been finals and tonight is my last class of the fall semester. I also have some big things going on at work I am having to babysit. But among all of this, I am trying to write. I have been getting up extra early to manage our current work promotion, and it has been giving me a little in-between time to do so.
Mostly, I have just been playing with some random writing prompts. Those at least make me feel like I am writing, even when they don’t go any further than about a page or two.
This piece disjointedly follows the last piece I posted–Erkada. Same characters and same setting, somewhat later.
The prompt that inspired it was from 200 Fantasy Writing Prompts:
A world in which magic was so powerful that it created an apocalypse, and now your protagonist is living in a non sci-fi post apocalypse.
It is still rough, but I wanted to get back on track with posting again. It could certainly use tidying up and a better anchor to the rest of the story–later. I look forward to a month off of school–I plan to do lots of writing, reading, and coloring.🙂
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Lakeerae looked upon a world opposite of her own–devoid of green life. The earth lay barren and so dry it cracked. No grasses covered that land and only a few trees. Those trees present looked lifeless, mere skeletons. The sun beat down on the already punished land, harsh and oppressive. The air choked her, hot and dusty.
Who could live like this? Lakeerae asked herself. No living thing greeted her to answer. The only movement came in the form of the occasional blast of sandy wind.
The woman began flying over the desolate scene, at least, that was how it felt, for her legs could not carry her so fast. Miles and miles of barren emptiness lay beneath her. She wondered where she was and what it meant.
In the distance, a large object came into view. As she drew closer, Lakeerae realized she saw tall buildings, close together–a city. So perhaps there was life here.
The city came into focus, and Lakeerae’s breath caught. She recognized the tall spire of the mage tower in Farnx, though it was tired and crumbling. All the buildings were old, sun-beaten, and blasted smooth by the harsh, gritty winds.
“What hellish lie is this?” Lakeerae said, her voice cracking with emotion. Where were the trees? Where was the life? Did any people still exist? She spun where she stood and took in the whole of it.
The edge of the city lay lined with sharpened sticks pointing outward–toward the emptiness of the dry, cracked nothingness.
Before Lakeerae could wonder too long at what that odd fence was meant to keep out, she saw movement. A person struggled on one of the spikes. Lakeerae rushed over, to help, not remembering she was not really present in this place, but she stopped short in horror.
That person no longer looked living, though it still moved. What formerly looked to be a man now was only a sun-baked corpse. Its face was sunken and taunt, the eyes lolling in it. Those eyes had a violet tinge and exhumed a rose-colored smoke streaking to either side of the withered face. Emaciated limbs reached forward, grasping at nothing, impaling it deeper on the stick that was bigger around than the poor soul’s arm. The noise it made reminded her more of someone choking out their last painful gasps of life.
Tai-Feht squeezed her arm, reminding her of his presence and that she did not really exist in this time and place. Lakeerae flinched at his touch, expecting attack.
“Easy,” Tai-Feht said in his soothing voice. The tall Avar looked upon her compassionately with his round, dark eyes from behind the dark-rimmed glasses that helped him see after centuries of reading books by candlelight. The green feathers of his head caught the light and gleamed iridescent.
The looking glass went greyish. The scene still covered the reflective surface, but muted. It still focused on the emaciated corpse that still lived. Its eyes would haunt her.
“Why, why did you show me that?” Lakeerae asked, her voice thick and her eyes glistening. “That was my home, but… not.”
“Yes, it was Farnx. I had to show you what we are fighting for–what future awaits us if we fail.” Tai-Feht closed his eyes briefly.
“What happened there?”
“Uncontrolled magic,” the Avar replied. “The unchecked use of arcane magic increases exponentially, while the limits of its instability are still unknown. We have already begun to witness the damage it is causing to life on Dadreon–entire forests leached of life and left dead, mutations to plants and animals, arcane revenants similar to the one you saw. Soon, as soon as five years, and our present may be as bleak as that future you saw in the looking glass.”
“I thought the dragons controlled arcane magic?” Lakeerae asked.
Tai-Feht made a face, furrowing his brows together. “It is their purpose, but those creatures are more interested in meddling with the younger races and causing chaos. They are more like petulant children than their forebears, the Dracolords. Rather than helping, they compound the problem. I swear they seek to hasten us to the end.”
“What can we do?”
“The only thing we can do is fulfill your purpose. I pray Leana is correct, and you can heal the Sunstone and this world.”
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