Creative Writing IV and IB
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laleiaA Fourth and a Continuation of the First Exercise in Creative Wrinting
Notes: Meraud is based on 0018 of eLouai's etc.
The day her sister ascended the throne, Nolene was not present. As Meraud performed the rituals of the ceremony and received the powers of her people, as the goddess blessed her and she attained the Scalentian version of nirvana, Nolene did not watch. When Meraud emerged from the ceremony a changed woman, Nolene did not see.
That is why, when Nolene saw a serene woman with blue hair and blue eyes, she did not recognize her sister. It was not until she neared and recognized the multicolored robes and the billowing sashes that would forevermore protect Meraud as well as seclude here and hide her ... it was not until then that Nolene understood.
This woman had once been her sister known as Meraud. Now, she possessed no other title but Messiah, the Fourteenth Messiah.
When her once-sister passed, Nolene swept a low bow and thus did not see the tear in the Fourteenth Messiah's eye. Her last tear.
The meeting began easily enough. A roll call, and Xiomara made her reports on the state of the minions. Her sister Ziorada reported the latest news regarding both their intelligence and their counterintelligence, and their sister Yessenia said nothing. Lamya almost allowed herself brief nostalgia, hearkening back to a better time when she had no need of making speeches, before bringing herself back to the present.
"Is that all?" she asked, almost nervously.
The sister nodded quietly, gravely.
"Then I suppose it is time for me to speak, is it not?" she asked.
The sister nodded quietly, gravely.
Dark Lady Lamya recalled the easy confidence with which ex-Lady Charna had always spoken and visualized herself with the same confidence as she entered the Great Throne Room, in which all of her minions were waiting. As she ascended the throne and graced it with her Most Evil Posterior, she looked at the mass of faces before her.
"My people," she began, "I sit before you today as the new Dark Lady. I am Dark Lady Lamya." She paused half a beat for applause, of which there was none. Just as she was about to continue however, Xiomara banged her staff once, twice, thrice. Immediately, the throne room erupted in applause and cheering, and Lamya faltered. Ziorada banged her staff once, twice, thrice, and the clamor stopped. Lamya, sensing that she was to continue, hurried on. "You are perhaps wondering what I can do for you. You are perhaps wondering what I will do for you.
"Worry not. You are my people and I shall see to it that everything goes well for everyone." Here, she began to falter, having quite forgotten what she had meant to say.
Yessenia stepped forward. "I am sure," she said, smoothly, coolly, "that I speak for all when I welcome Dark Lady Lamya to her throne."
The cheers were not directed by the banging of staff this time.
"And I am sure that I speak for the Dark Lady Lamya when she thanks you for you gracious welcome."
Sensing that they were waiting for a sign, Lamya nodded tentatively.
"And I am certain that Dark Lady Lamay agrees with me when I say that it is time to reclaim our lost lands, the Maygrythyllys Mountains."
The cheering was far more strained this time, as was Lamya's smile. The Mayhem Mountains? They were a brilliant tactical advantage, but had not been set foot on since Dark Lady Chimaira, more than two centuries ago. They had been discarded, and certainly none addressed them by their long and tongue-wrenching name anymore.
Yessenia's eyes narrowed. "We shall go. We shall see. And we shall conquer." The or I'll know why remained unsaid.
This time, both staffs banged to galvanize the crowd into action.
Lamya sensed that this meeting was getting away from her, and that Yessenia's plans did not bode well. "That shall be all for today," she said hurriedly, standing up. "Dismissed."
Yessenia, who had obviously been about to say more, neatly suppressed her glower and followed the Dark Lady, her sisters seeming to flank her more than they did Lamya.
The minions filed out, not even daring to whisper about new developments.
And life in the Citadel went on.
P.S. I'm beginning to type "colour" instead of "color" and "grey" instead of "gray" more and more.
Notes: Meraud is based on 0018 of eLouai's etc.
The day her sister ascended the throne, Nolene was not present. As Meraud performed the rituals of the ceremony and received the powers of her people, as the goddess blessed her and she attained the Scalentian version of nirvana, Nolene did not watch. When Meraud emerged from the ceremony a changed woman, Nolene did not see.
That is why, when Nolene saw a serene woman with blue hair and blue eyes, she did not recognize her sister. It was not until she neared and recognized the multicolored robes and the billowing sashes that would forevermore protect Meraud as well as seclude here and hide her ... it was not until then that Nolene understood.
This woman had once been her sister known as Meraud. Now, she possessed no other title but Messiah, the Fourteenth Messiah.
When her once-sister passed, Nolene swept a low bow and thus did not see the tear in the Fourteenth Messiah's eye. Her last tear.
The meeting began easily enough. A roll call, and Xiomara made her reports on the state of the minions. Her sister Ziorada reported the latest news regarding both their intelligence and their counterintelligence, and their sister Yessenia said nothing. Lamya almost allowed herself brief nostalgia, hearkening back to a better time when she had no need of making speeches, before bringing herself back to the present.
"Is that all?" she asked, almost nervously.
The sister nodded quietly, gravely.
"Then I suppose it is time for me to speak, is it not?" she asked.
The sister nodded quietly, gravely.
Dark Lady Lamya recalled the easy confidence with which ex-Lady Charna had always spoken and visualized herself with the same confidence as she entered the Great Throne Room, in which all of her minions were waiting. As she ascended the throne and graced it with her Most Evil Posterior, she looked at the mass of faces before her.
"My people," she began, "I sit before you today as the new Dark Lady. I am Dark Lady Lamya." She paused half a beat for applause, of which there was none. Just as she was about to continue however, Xiomara banged her staff once, twice, thrice. Immediately, the throne room erupted in applause and cheering, and Lamya faltered. Ziorada banged her staff once, twice, thrice, and the clamor stopped. Lamya, sensing that she was to continue, hurried on. "You are perhaps wondering what I can do for you. You are perhaps wondering what I will do for you.
"Worry not. You are my people and I shall see to it that everything goes well for everyone." Here, she began to falter, having quite forgotten what she had meant to say.
Yessenia stepped forward. "I am sure," she said, smoothly, coolly, "that I speak for all when I welcome Dark Lady Lamya to her throne."
The cheers were not directed by the banging of staff this time.
"And I am sure that I speak for the Dark Lady Lamya when she thanks you for you gracious welcome."
Sensing that they were waiting for a sign, Lamya nodded tentatively.
"And I am certain that Dark Lady Lamay agrees with me when I say that it is time to reclaim our lost lands, the Maygrythyllys Mountains."
The cheering was far more strained this time, as was Lamya's smile. The Mayhem Mountains? They were a brilliant tactical advantage, but had not been set foot on since Dark Lady Chimaira, more than two centuries ago. They had been discarded, and certainly none addressed them by their long and tongue-wrenching name anymore.
Yessenia's eyes narrowed. "We shall go. We shall see. And we shall conquer." The or I'll know why remained unsaid.
This time, both staffs banged to galvanize the crowd into action.
Lamya sensed that this meeting was getting away from her, and that Yessenia's plans did not bode well. "That shall be all for today," she said hurriedly, standing up. "Dismissed."
Yessenia, who had obviously been about to say more, neatly suppressed her glower and followed the Dark Lady, her sisters seeming to flank her more than they did Lamya.
The minions filed out, not even daring to whisper about new developments.
And life in the Citadel went on.
P.S. I'm beginning to type "colour" instead of "color" and "grey" instead of "gray" more and more.
