Stories With Heroes
May 24
Outline. One of several, this is the one that’s infront of me.
Chapter 2: The lands between home and the first city
Banishment from the hometown
Introduction of the city
City of the world’s last great hero. He is e demon corrupting the city, corrupted by his own fame and power. Taken hod of by the fallen god. After his defeat he drops his sword. The boy’s blade shatters.
The city worships his visage. They make sacrifices to how corrupted spirit. The hero could not return to the world and called upon the gods, what he thought was a fortuitous spirit was one of the fallen.
City in the shadow of the hill(mountain)
Play into the great man casts Great shadow
Entrance and mistrust of outsiders
Something is off pel can sense the encroaching darkness. Something is wrong
The tavern and meeting the girl
Raven hair, chestnut skin,
Her sacrifice
Caring for her family.
Time wasted
Pelsefurr illuminates the golden city,
The ritual
Explain later that the beast devours the memory of the people. Making them lost to the glory of afterlife.
During the pre ritual the boy fights off guards and priests but is ultimately struck in the head and brought into their death chambers.
Out of desperation with one arm held he launches his dagger towards the head priest only to notice the blade went through him, just as he gets struck in the head.
The ritual prep will last 10 days. At this point the story will shift pov to that of the girl. This story will end after she is taken to the mountain. There will be forced festivities. She will be dressed in the finest clothing etc.
Behind every great lights there is an equally great shadow
I wrote this because I wrote a wonderful story just before Sophmore year’s end and accidentally threw out the journal it was in. This was an attempt to recreate it, but I gave up out of sadness.
Beware the night, the ever cold winter night. Deathly creatures roam this night. Beware your words, or deeds attract them. They come when you are hungry, they come once you’ve cursed the gods. The world is cold when you’re alone, their silver tongues shine bright and their red lips hide fire. Beware as you make your way home tonight, this is their hour. Stay warm, my friend.
I sometimes write and forget to finish
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More unfinished things: At some point i wrote this down.
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“Morning stillness broken by”
— Me. Jotting things down.
“Here we are dancing on the edge of the world.”
— Me. Jotted down stuff.
“It’s Monkeys and fools that love high places and I am quite the unrepentant fool.”
— Me. Almost done with the things that popped into my head earlier. This is another one.
“A chill lay down and slowly wrapped its arms around him. He was alone and cold. The wind howled.”
— Me. So, yeah another thing that I happened to jot down and have nowhere else to put.
“In this kind of quiet, every murmur appears a roar, each step a wartime march, and each breath a howl”
— Me— Another thing that I woke up and jotted down and have nowhere yet to put it.
“Brown eyes gaze up at me, innocently, longingly”
— me, i guess