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WTW Tarot Event - Death

Key words:  transformation, rebirth, endings, closure, liberation Theme: Endings WIP: The End of her Reign TW: Major character death. Comments: I’ve only redacted one bit of information in this. However, this isn’t the fact that a major character dies. 

The End of Her Reign - a WIP introduction

Genre: Fantasy

POV: Third person

Status: The first draft is technically my outline. This is where I am right now. 

Word Count Goal: Novella size - roughly 50k.

Synopsis: I have written this so many times but it doesn’t capture what it should. 

Seven years since she was taken from her brother. Seven years since she promised to take revenge on her parents’ murderer.

To escape the prison she has grown up in and return to her beloved brother, Isueda must complete each trial of the Seven Year Tournament successfully. But, being one of the only creatures in the Tournament with no abilities makes winning that much harder. 

Training by her side, Lucile searches in every book of the library what their gaoler is. A centuries old woman who has not aged past thirty, with a well of magic at her disposal has never sat right with the young nymph. When she comes across lists of deities that sets even the Immortal on edge, the trouble really begins, bringing five unlikely allies together on one pathway to escape.

Main character list:

Isueda: Human. Bitter and angry. Can’t communicate to save a life. (Won’t communicate to save a life). Lucile: Nymph. Singer to birds. Scrutinised by her family. Too powerful and studious for her own good. Prefers a birds company over anyone else. Ohen: Human witch. Summons fire with a single thought. A passionate lover of all. Probably has snacks in her pockets. Drakon: The Immortal. A phantom creature searching for destiny -- in the shape of a petite nymph. Tries not to be the monster everyone claims they are. Fyk: Faun. The littlest of his kind. The only one with a mind to escape. His smile melts everyone’s heart. 

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WTW Tarot Prompts: The Emperor.

Key words: power, authority, experience, control, leadership, stubbornness Theme: familial relations WIP: The End of her Reign

     ‘I was only seven when I grew into my abilities. It didn’t bother me that the village was afraid of me. It was my family helping to plan for my murder that broke my young heart. It wasn’t an execution as I committed no crime. I could simply do things that others couldn’t. My hands were a source of power. My own Mother would never look at me the same.’ Nora glances down at her hands innocently. It was an eerie look on the woman whose ideals were clearly tainted.

     ‘The day they came to burn me was the day I vowed I would protect all children — monsters and humans — who exhibited power like me. I would train them to defend themselves. So I did and have continued that promise for several centuries now. I want to give the world a reason to be afraid of us.

     ‘My home here is the home for those children that need it. What we have here is a family.’

rules: list all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how ridiculous or non-descriptive the name is. post a snippet from the document if anyone sends an ask or comments about it, etc.

tagged by @serpentarii thank you ! i did mine for the series which ‘The End of her Reign’ belongs to. This is the folder order to the files within. . . 

>Pangea Stories     > The Beginning: The Hawkers         . A Day in the life of a Nymph         . A Day in the life of a nymph OLD DRAFT         . The End of her Reign

WTW Tarot Event - The Fool

Key words: beginnings, innocence, new energy, potential, idealism, risk-taking Themes: Beginnings (this isn’t how the novella will start, but it is certainly what kicks off the story!) WIP: The End of her Reign Comments: I was playing with present tense / past tense, so there may be a few mistakes where I haven’t reverted back to past tense correctly. 

Isueada was torn from her younger brother kicking and screaming. The heavy pour of rain drowned out the sound of her voice as she called for him to run for help. Though, they both knew very well that no help would come to this part of the forest. She glanced down to see a hand coming to close down on her mouth while the other arm wrapped around her waist. She took her chance to bite down — hard. The attacker yelped and released their grip on her. The moment they do, Isueda ran for Selwyn who sat crying in the mud. 

     As she ran for him, in a blur of seconds, a crossbow bolt flew through the rain and pierced the second attacker directly in the neck before he was able to get his hands on Selwyn. Isueda grabbed the boy's face and urged him to his feet, ‘Get to the house. Geraldine is still alive.’

     Their parents however were not alive. Isueda shook her head, there was no time to linger on such a thought.

     The next few seconds were crucial for the remaining attacker. By the time Isueda had pulled her small knife out, the attacker reached her. They grabbed hold of her shoulder and spun her around. Isueda shoved her brother away, scratching his face with her knife in the process. 

     The attacker leant down to touch the fallen. In mere seconds, all three disappeared through a cloud of black smoke. 

     Selwyn did not turn back to that spot where his sister was. He ran for the cottage, where his parents lay dead at the kitchen table. The travelling trader, Geraldine, rushed downstairs from the attic to hold him. She was already planning on their exit. This home was no longer safe.

Raven Ink Monthly Writing Update: November

Here is my second monthly update! It’s nice to see how I have done each month. It’s also a good time for me to skim back over previous writing I have done. Sometimes, I forget what scenes I have written. . . That’s the life of a pantser, right?

WIP: The End of Her Reign Start WC: 18k End WC: 32k (Um. Wow. I actually wrote that much?) out of context Snippet:

     That was when Drakon had been reborn at first. The process was painful. There were many memories, many thoughts, the truth behind historical events and more being shared with them all whilst their previous body died. What they did not know was who they were before. Were they assigned to a gender? Were they young or old? What species did they belong to?

     But Drakon held onto one question the most, it was an answer they desperately wanted to know. Was I a good individual? They never asked the question aloud. They couldn’t bear to have that knowledge. They worried that they were in fact the opposite, and they had been taken to the Crimson Ruins as bait, as food, as something to dispose of for being a nuisance. 

     It was knowledge that Drakon would never have the answer to. Once an individual had completed the transition into an Immortal, the others all forgot about that individual's previous life. It was a blank spot in their shared memories. 

     Drakon sat in the same alcove as Isueda did, a different book in hand: The Deities of Humans and Monsters.

WTW Tarot Event - The Wheel of Fortune

Key words:  cycles, fate, change, luck, optimism   Themes: destiny and fate WIP: The End of her Reign Comments: I have officially started to use Lucile instead of Sephonia for this lovely nymph character. It might take some time getting used to.

Seven years of knowing Drakon and yet Isueda still couldn’t understand why they believed they were destined to follow Lucile. 

     ‘It is my destiny to be here with her. Then, when she leaves, I will go with her.’ They sounded so ominous that Isueda had to laugh. ‘You have a destiny too. If I could tell you, you would not be laughing.’ Now, she frowned. Drakon let out a breathy laugh.

     ‘If destiny exists, I hate them. Because that would mean it was destiny for my parents to die and my brother to be separated from me.’ Isueda shoved her practice sword back into its holder. She sighed and looked back up at Drakon sorrowfully. ‘Do you mean it? Is destiny really that much of a-’

     ‘Destiny is what you make of it.’ They cut her off as they hung their shield on the wall. Drakon pondered for a few moments. ‘I can say that throughout the bad, there is good. You just need to figure out what that good is yourself, Isueda.’

Here is something from The End of her Reign. TW: for a bit of little mention of murder.  

She scrunched up her nose. ‘Pfft. Everyone was looking at her.’

‘Anyway. I already read about this girl. Don’t go there, Isueda.’ Lucile’s warning sent a chill down her spine. Isueda picked up her book and turned her back to the nymph, who continued talking anyway. ‘She has magic similar to Wren’s but. . . unmatchable. The no killing rule in the Tournament sounds like it came because of this girl. Someone threatened her, and they were later found with a bouquet of flowers stuffed down his throat.’

‘That’s not powerful. I could do that, without abilities.’

‘They found that the flowers grew from his lungs. They were taking root in his dead flesh.’ 

Isueda paused in her steps. ‘Oh.’ After slowly turning to face Lucile’s warning eyes, she said: ‘I like that girl.’