Weekend Writing Warriors: July 14, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors

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Last week I said that I'd start posting sentences from The Legend of the White Raven today. I hope you'll forgive me for changing my mind. I will totally post it soon, but for this week, I wanted to run with my hot hand, which has been working on a story so old, and so secret, that it isn't even in the Lore of the Islands. It's the Legend of the Sleeping Fox. I hope you like it (even though it's only 7 sentences, so far)!

 



There is only one person in all the world that knows of the Little Fox, and he has not yet been born. 

She sleeps in her den in the forest that has never been seen. 

She waits for him to come. 

She waits and dreads, as all sentinels do. 

His awakening will bring with it the Great Change. 

The Great Change will bring with it, She-Who-Left. 

When She-Who-Left returns, the world will burn.

"Morpheus" by Lindsey Carr

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Weekend Writing Warriors: July 7, 2013

Weekend Writing Warrios

It's been quite a while, but I'm back!

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Here are eight more sentences of Creation, the lore of the Dakina Islands. 

I left off (way back in March!) my last 8 with Sahlaana abandoning her children. Each of the gods took an island for him/herself and refused to reconcile. On the tiny island of Dakina, a smaller drama began to unfold...






And so there came a time of great disharmony among the islands of Dakina.
Each god turned his back on his brothers and sister.
Each god swallowed his loneliness and wore his pride on his forehead.
On Taijala's island, the New People in the north were reviled by the First People in the south, who warred with them.
These wars lasted for many generations until, finally, the First People left the broken people of the bear alone in the dark woods, tribe-less and weak.
For a time, there was quiet; each island a world unto itself.
The gods became lazy and sick, refusing to acknowledge that in breaking the world into bits, they had fractured themselves, separating the Body from the Mind and Heart and Spirit.
The people became faithless, and the world magic-less…except on the tiny island where lived Taijala, Guardian of the Spirit. 

This ends the creation myth for the world of A BIRD'S EYE VIEW. My next excerpts will tell the various stories and legends of each island, beginning with The Legend of the White Raven. But you'll have to tune in again next week for it!

As always, thanks for reading! Don't forget to check out excerpts from the other writing warriors starting HERE!