So this is part of a prologue for my story, took me about five minutes so it's not much use, I'm not actually adding it to my story, it's only for my preperation and getting to know where I'm going with it and giving my characters some background so I am NOT cheating.
The sky was a pale blue, wrought with pink hues, it was a pleasant morning, if not a little cold, the cold air nipped at the girl's face as she carried the large wooden bucket down to the well at the other side of the village, she silently cursed at being unable to manipulate air or fire and being unable to warm herself.
It wasn't much of a village, there was a total of seventy eight residents living there and was nothing compared to the city her mother had taken her to when she was younger. However it was peaceful, and forgotten, the village elder, Mother Saiya was constantly reminding her of how lucky it was that most people, traders and soldiers alike couldn't remember where the town was, because before the emperor Serpine came into power, the knights and soldiers took advantage of towns of this size, pillaging, plundering and assaulting the women, and it is because of the wrong doings of the knights and noblemen of the past that no one could remember where the small village was, for the fey-folk and spirits of the forest and the people of the village had always worked harmoniously, meaning disease and death rates were low, some members of the community like Mother Saiya, lived until they were almost ninety years old. The fey-folk weaved a web of illusion spells and enchantments around it so it is unplottable, you can stumble across it, but later on, after you leave when you go to place it on a map, you don't remember where it is.
The well was old, and the rope mechanism creaked and whined as she turned it, and again she cursed her lack of manipulation skills, the biggest problem as far as she could see, was that no one really knew much about magic, or couldn't teach it, but if she did say so herself, she was a very decent healer, her mother was the only healer in the village, and she had trained in the city before stumbling across the little town when she was out looking for ingredients one day, and never left.
Nothing different ever happened, it was always the same, a continuous cycle, the same one that had been repeating itself for the last century, and as far as she could tell, it would keep going for the next century, and probabally the next. Which was fine when you were old like mother Saiya, but Elia was sixteen, she couldn't help but want a little excitement.
I'm actually still not sure of my plot, but this is the best one I've got and I only have 9 days left so I think I'm going to stick with it.
The sky was a pale blue, wrought with pink hues, it was a pleasant morning, if not a little cold, the cold air nipped at the girl's face as she carried the large wooden bucket down to the well at the other side of the village, she silently cursed at being unable to manipulate air or fire and being unable to warm herself.
It wasn't much of a village, there was a total of seventy eight residents living there and was nothing compared to the city her mother had taken her to when she was younger. However it was peaceful, and forgotten, the village elder, Mother Saiya was constantly reminding her of how lucky it was that most people, traders and soldiers alike couldn't remember where the town was, because before the emperor Serpine came into power, the knights and soldiers took advantage of towns of this size, pillaging, plundering and assaulting the women, and it is because of the wrong doings of the knights and noblemen of the past that no one could remember where the small village was, for the fey-folk and spirits of the forest and the people of the village had always worked harmoniously, meaning disease and death rates were low, some members of the community like Mother Saiya, lived until they were almost ninety years old. The fey-folk weaved a web of illusion spells and enchantments around it so it is unplottable, you can stumble across it, but later on, after you leave when you go to place it on a map, you don't remember where it is.
The well was old, and the rope mechanism creaked and whined as she turned it, and again she cursed her lack of manipulation skills, the biggest problem as far as she could see, was that no one really knew much about magic, or couldn't teach it, but if she did say so herself, she was a very decent healer, her mother was the only healer in the village, and she had trained in the city before stumbling across the little town when she was out looking for ingredients one day, and never left.
Nothing different ever happened, it was always the same, a continuous cycle, the same one that had been repeating itself for the last century, and as far as she could tell, it would keep going for the next century, and probabally the next. Which was fine when you were old like mother Saiya, but Elia was sixteen, she couldn't help but want a little excitement.
I'm actually still not sure of my plot, but this is the best one I've got and I only have 9 days left so I think I'm going to stick with it.
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