Empowerment-Trifecta- Write on Edge Challenges

July 1st, 2010 by Ed Grabianowski Robot Viking

She is watched constantly and never allowed to wander, since guards noted the broken seal on Mama’s former chambers. They report to the Duke, her grandfather, that nothing appeared to be disturbed. So the secrets of the chest are still hers.

Ariadne lived a marvelous life before these awful times. Growing up she rarely saw the old man. Her life revolved around Mama and Papa’s rooms, courtyard and a tiny bewitching copse of trees surrounding a grassy hillock. Here, she played happily.



Mama was beautiful and vibrant. Ariadne was often by her side as she spoke of mystery and magic.  Papa was elegant, but somewhat distant.  He was often away, as he attended to Grandfather’s business. She had a blissful and limitless childhood, protected from the intrigues of grandfather’s ducal estate.

As Ariadne entered adolescence, Mama often became ill. More and more of her nurturing and education, left in the hands of her attendant Tilde. When she felt well, Mama still encouraged her imagination and cleverness. However, those days became rare as her health deteriorated.

Her mother died when Ariadne was fourteen, followed closely by her father’s brutal murder, attacked on the road, returning from a mission. Ariadne tried not to dwell on the despair she felt when Grandfather sealed up the door to her happy home, moving her into other rooms near his chamber. Now she sat on that same enchanted hillock of her childhood, looking over the herbs she collected today.

“Lady Ariadne, we must return to the castle before the duke asks for you,” whispered Tilde.

Ariadne answered her impatiently, “Tilde, the guard is by the trees and we are well protected by the spring. This is fine mucgwyrt, hand me the bag.”  She tossed the root into the bag, inhaling its earthy fragrance.  She will concoct an empowerment spell and elixir, tonight.

“My lady we must hurry, the guard!”

“Yes. Guard, we’re ready to return,” smiles Ariadne, bringing a sweet posy of violets to her nose. “Grandfather, mustn’t worry.”

This is a continuation of Ariadne's Story from last week.

Definition of Dwell 
a : to keep the attention directed —used with on or upondwell on my fears;
b : to speak or write insistently —used with on or upondwelling on the recent scandal

 

 

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This week, be inspired by the sense of smell. It’s said scent is the strongest tie to memory, and aroma is a powerful force—for good and awful! Is your nose engaged? Now I give you the word Elixer