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Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Things I'd Tell You - The Muse Wars Challenge 5

Originally started by Melissa @ The Things I'd Tell You, the Muse Wars continued with the 2nd challenge set by Tanya @ Madmother, and the 3rd by me and the 4thchallenge by Lori @ Random Ramblings of a SAHM. Challenge 5 has been set by Gemma @ sometimes you just need to vent

Anyone can join in, you just need to write a story as your interpretation of the photo in less that 500 words and then link to Gemma's blog.





Who did he think he was, striding in to the village, tall and dark with piercing cobalt eyes - sure he was handsome, sure he got her loins hot and bothered, but he was a stranger, his blood rite was not known and yet they all swooned before him like he was their saviour. The one that would bring them riches, the one that would bring sunshine back to them and yet she knew he was no match for her.

She was only 18, but she was powerful. Her raven hair and black eyes against her porcelain skin brought all the men to their knees. Her wish was their command. Just like her mother before her she was born to to fulfill the prophecy. She would not be denied.

She brooded while she drank the dark red liquid, furious that they thought he could control her. She would show them all. Throwing the glass against the wall she strode out into the night, determination pulsing through her. She would not be denied the rite of the blood pumping through her veins.

And so she summoned the storm. Standing below the vortex of dark clouds, she danced and sang to the Powers and they answered. Lightning flashed down in every increasing numbers until the fields around her were burnt to ash. Yet she stood there untouched, her dark hair streaming upwards as the wind howled around her. Her black eyes reflecting the lightning storm.

Here they came, those poor creatures, torches in hand, wailing about their lost crops. Let them understand that her fury could destroy them, they would not burn her at the stake like her mother. For she was the strongest and she would crush them like ants beneath her foot and tear their saviour to shreds. She was not known as The Shrew for nothing.

3 comments:

  1. Wow - I think we may well all go off on this tangent with this photo, lol.

    Love it!

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