Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts

Monday, March 11, 2013

Aire and Skye-Trifecta and WOE



Later that afternoon, Ariadne sat in the courtyard, looking at her mother’s book. She was frustrated that her spell had not worked. “How am I going to protect myself from grandfather, if I can’t concoct a workable spell?” She wondered aloud. “This is the same as imprisonment.” Exasperated she tossed the book into the flower bed, raising a flurry of dust, scattering insects and birds.

“Ow, Arie, that hurts!”

Startled, Ariadne saw coming from under the book, a glowing orb, growing larger amongst the jasmine. It burst open and Ariadne saw, a beautiful creature rubbing her head in pain.

Monday, March 04, 2013

Audience - Trifecta/WOE


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Ariadne awoke to Tilde shaking her vigorously. “Lady, lady, the Duke commands you to join him at court this morning, you must get up!

Still somewhat groggy from her efforts last evening, she gazed around her chamber, hoping for a sign of success. Walking to her balcony window, she stepped back as she realized there was a bustle of activity below. “Tilde, what is going on?

“I'm not sure; riders arrived in the night, and they have been closeted with the Duke, since,” she replied.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Magic Spell \ Write on Edge/Trifecta

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Feigning a headache; Ariadne sent regrets to Grandfather about missing the evening meal. Dismissing Tilde, she worked alone in her chamber, gathering the elements needed for her spell. The evening is warm, fearing that Grandfather’s allies and cronies might be about the courtyard below, she moved to close the window.

Monday, February 04, 2013

The Enchantment-Trifecta Writing Challenge

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The fire is fading. Light still flickered around him softening the ancient features of a face recently twisted in anger, the softness, only illusion.
His words still echo, “Ariadne, you will! It is your duty!”  
She answered softly, “I don’t love him.”

“That is of no consequence,” he thundered!

“Yes, Grandfather,” whispering as she retreated into the shadows.

Ariadne did not choose this path; it was a consequence of life, thrust upon her by her birth and sex.