The 30-Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

Day 11: You are now a dragon. Describe your hoard.

 

Somewhere millions of years ago

A new day calls for a new adventure. The world is so small when you can fly, it used to be lonely but I found a new home. A home which consists of an ensemble of misfits. But we aren’t misfits anymore because we found a place we belong.

First there’s me, Titania. I’m a very average dragon; not the smallest or largest. Nor am I particularly strong but by no means weak. Just average. I tell a lot of bad jokes and try to lighten the mood when others get heated but I also find it difficult to read the atmosphere, especially when people are emotional which gets me into trouble more than I care to admit. Despite this I tend to get along with the others quite easily due to my lazy attitude.

Next we have Valentinus, he is a very loveable character. Typically described as the loveable idiot by others in the group. Nice but clumsy are the two words which describe him the best. There have been a few occasions where he forgets that he needs to use his wings to fly and is shocked when he starts getting closer to the ground. No matter how easily distracted he gets, no one would dare mess with him as in the hoard he is by far the largest and the strongest.

Another colourful character is Zephyros, she is constantly angry and looking for a fight. She successfully gets into fights and usually ends up victorious, however it still results in plenty of scratches and bruises. Somehow in these antics the others regularly get dragged in. She also has a habit to quietly make here leave, noted for her disappearing act which makes her hard to find.

The “leader” of the group is Nikomedes.  He is a reluctant leader and by no means thinks he is capable or even willing. He is the best leader they could have and in an odd way he sometimes admits that he is quite good at it. being smart and tactical make him a perfect fit for what he does however he is lazy and dislikes the idea of babysitting the others, making for a very unorthodox leader.

In all the strong personalities, which occur, there needs to be a buffer. This in no way means they don’t have a strong personality, but their personality is one that doesn’t clash with the others and instead calms others This is where Ashoka comes into play. He has a very tranquil aura which gets passed onto the others which can dissipate the thirst of blood for fights. He can stand his own when he needs to, therefore not someone who can be pushed over. In general, however, people do not want to annoy him as he is known for being the pure one, gaining him the younger brother role.

Similarly, to Ashoka who has a calming aura, we have Euthalia. She is very caring to the others and simply known for “loving too much”. In the past she has never fit in anywhere which is why this group of misfits mean so much to her. When everyone fights or there is a possibly she is the quickest to show emotion, only emphasising she is the one who is the most attached. It is a common occurrence that she adopts other strays so has a lot of other animals which surround her. This has fated her with being the “mum” of the group.

Finally, we had Ragna, she is the “planner”, giving the group a sense of purpose as she decides where they’ll go and what to do as firstly she is the only who can be bothered and also the fact that she is forever organised. She gets along with everyone without too much friction but gets along the best with Nikomedes due to them spending a lot of time together to decide what the group should do. Also, the tactical attributes they both possess. They are known for being quite deadpan and emotionless but feels genuine love for the rest of the group.

Sometimes I feel like my existence in this group doesn’t matter, no one would realise if I was there or not. However, I often get reminded that we are a family and that’s enough to stick around.

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The 30-Day Writing Challenge: Day 10

Day 10: Try to convince your reader that the mythological creature of your choosing exists.

Okay, hear me out: what is a unicorn, really?

It’s a horse but with a horn, like a horse-rhino hybrid. We have horses in the world and, also, rhinos so: why is the possibility of a unicorn so preposterous?

There are tales of unicorns in all cultures and people who have claimed to see them. They appear in literature, art, even constellations. The legends exist before people have had the opportunity to converse about it. They had no means of communication, yet they describe the same thing. This is no pure coincidence.

Much like rhinos of our time, people used to track down what we now identify as “unicorns”, for their horns. They believed them to have magical healing abilities and if you could catch one it would bring prosperity and luck to you. For this reason, unicorns were forced to run into hiding.

In reality,  they were much larger than a horse, so people would hunt them in flocks. They tracked them, took their horns and celebrated by eating their meat. In many cases, it was believed that cooking the meat burnt of the supposed “magic”, therefore it was typically eaten raw to preserve this.

Years before this, unicorns were treated as gods among the people. Again, deemed for being necromancers, they were prayed to. They were loved. Thought to bring good fortune. In contrast to the later legends, hurting a unicorn would only bring anguish and misfortune. But legends change: the king decided that his people should only love him, worship him. He acted as a supposed messiah and said unicorns were creatures of the damned, instead of waiting for humans at the pearly white gates that they believed, he claimed that they guarded the gates of hell. He said they were unnatural and need destroying. He said the reward was of the horn they possess, where the unicorn was born from witchcraft, the horn had pure unadulterated magic. Thus, it could be used for medicine and perform miracles. (He said this because he still believed the old tales. The ones that told unicorns were gods, so he would never hurt one, instead he left it to his people to be damned.)

The roles of virginal women often come into play when talking about unicorns. This is because there was a group of women who were thought to be so pure that unicorns would be attracted to them. They were pure simply because they had pure, untainted love in their hearts and devoted themselves to saving the unicorns. They were warriors, who fought the selfish, power-hungry king. The idea that they were all virgins was not true, it just serves as propaganda as pure always equalled virgin in these times. These brave women lived and died by the unicorns and after years of strenuous battle, they finally exposed the king.

When people wanted to except the unicorns again, it was too late. They had already left, even the women knew that humans didn’t deserve unicorns. They feared they would be betrayed by humankind again so the unicorns scattered, taking different paths. Some took to mountains, others to the sea. Maybe they eventually evolved to narwhals but there is so much of the ocean not known. There are even tales of how they went to the heavens, disappearing into the sky. To me, this is far-fetched, but evolution, science, prove the existence of unicorns.

It’s just the magic you can choose not to believe.

 

Writing Challenge: Day One

Day 1: write a story beginning with once upon a time.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there once was a woman. A very sad woman, who never experienced any happiness. She had no one and nothing. No possessions and no memories to recall. She only remembered sadness but never remembered the reason.
She only lived her life through books. She had no home instead she wandered the land looking for more books to read. The ones that people left behind and were forgotten. She loved old books, when the pages were frayed and had a distinctive smell, it added character. She continued to live through other people’s lost memories. She read about princes and knights and dragons. She read books whenever she could. She always read when she was alone, and she was alone all the time.
If all you ever do is read about happily ever afters, then all you can do is desire one for yourself.

So she broaden her horizons and read about people. Normal people, like her, by standards she was average. So she learned to not be average, not in terms of looks but in the way she was. She was different- her thoughts were deeper than any others and she spoke in a manner which was brutally honest yet beautiful at the same time. She had no consideration of social norms.

One day she left her books aside and went out in search for her own story. She wanted her own beginning and ending, not just another thoughtless empty death but an actual story of her own. She had an epic journey with all the fixes; slaying dragons and climbing the highest mountains.
Eventually, she became strong enough. She had done enough and she created many stories with many friends.

She never was a damsel in distress but she did save her king. She promised him to never to tell anyone how she saved him. He was so vulnerable and so lost, the memory made her laugh but he didn’t see it that way. He always wanted to save her but she never let him. He hated that fact but also deeply loved that about her. She wasn’t the damsel he wanted but she was his queen. She saved him and in a way he also saved her.

As much as she hated the happily ever afters in books, she certainly loved hers.

I Believed In Unicorns

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― G.K. Chesterton

I was speaking to my friends and they said that they didn’t believe in myths when they were little. “Scientifically impossible”, they claimed. Apparently they didn’t even believe in Santa Claus nor the tooth fairy. Bullshit. Either they are lying or they had a really boring childhood. One thing I know is that my childhood wouldn’t have been the same without these. I won’t be the same.

Yes, the title is true. I believes in unicorns when I was younger. No, actually I believed in unicorns, fairies, and mermaids. My childhood was the time where I could push boundaries. As a child you can go around and ask for a unicorn and no one would look at you weird. Childhood is like the what ifs of life and gives you a chance to explore this. It’s like a whole different person with a different perspective.

I also believed in dragons, vampires, werewolves and witches. The one thing that it also taught me was they could be defeated. There is a world so much bigger than we know.

It even told me things weren’t what they seemed. Beauty and the Beast is one of my favourite movies because in this the monster isn’t really a monster and the supposedly handsome guy is the real beast. Belle sees this and from that moment on the Beast is no longer considered a beast.

What I’m trying to say is that in life we would face these “monsters” and they won’t even be the problem we think it is. Ultimately we can overcome these obstacles, we may not get the fairy tale but we might be far better off from where we started. I may not believe on fairytales anymore but whose to say they don’t exist. They exist in the imagination of those millions of dreaming kids.

Hoped you enjoyed it. Now if you could choose one mythical creature to exist…

Facing Monsters

I know Halloween is over but I just wrote this. Only when I finished I realised it was kind of like beauty and the beast but I hope you like it anyway. I welcome all feedback. This is a story of overcoming fears and stereotypes in order to help someone desperately in need of it.

20.00 United Kingdom, England. It’s November so the sun has already been replaced by the moon. Clouds have covered the moon and there is nothing- the powers out. No light, nothing but the darkness.
I walk around the house waiting for someone to come home- anyone. I walk up the stairs closer and closer into the darkness, almost swallowed by the jaws of them.
I heard the door slam and floorboards creak. It was probably nothing but I had to get it out of my system so I slowly made my way up the stairs.
I used the torch on my phone to see where I was going as I was on the last step I realised how ridiculous I was being. There was nothing there.
I turned around and looked into directly into the eyes of a blood thirsty monster.

It was a blur. I woke up on the floor it is carpet but still had no real comfort, I realised there was a pillow underneath my head. I was still groggy. There was a glass of water beside me, I was sure not to drink any. Nothing made sense -what happened? I remember the lights were out and darkness.
Now the lights were on, it burned my eyes. I looked around and saw the monster.
Except it wasn’t a monster it was boy. His features were distinctive and his build was overly muscly- it wasn’t hard to mistake him for a monster because his hair was desperately in need of a cut and he needed a shave.
I immediately jumped up, a stranger in my house, how did he get in? What was he doing?
“Who are you?” I managed to choke out. My knees were shaking, I could barely keep myself up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just I haven’t eaten for ages. My parents threw me out a while ago and I had nowhere to go so I’ve been sleeping rough since then.” His eyes were genuinely hurt and his face softened. And his voice, it was soothing, not raspy like a monster but concerned and a bit panicked.
“Well I’m sorry but you have to leave”. I did feel sorry for him he looked not much older than me and his life was so different.
“If it’s worth anything I really am sorry. The lights were out so I thought no one was home. I was just going to get some food and maybe any loose change. I didn’t mean to scare or hurt you.” He began to make his way to the door.
I don’t know what I was thinking because I would never do something like this. “Stop”. I called after him. “What’s your name?” I wasn’t scared of him.
“I stopped using my name a while ago, people just call me Monster. For obvious reasons.” His voice was still oddly calm, and more relaxed.
I grabbed my purse from the ledge and pulled out whatever money was in there. I was surprised none was missing, he didn’t take any. I gave it to him. “You really need this more than I do. You seem like a nice guy and just don’t spend it on drugs. Fix yourself up and I know you can have a better life.”
He just looked at me frozen. Like its the most amazing thing in the world. We just kind of stood there for a while, in silence, peaceful. “I can give you some food as long as you promise to spend the money to sort yourself out.” He promised, it was something I just had to believe, I saw the moon was away from the clouds and shimmering. It was beautiful.
It was the weirdest thing, the Monster and I. He told me about his life, not what happened with his parents just friends he made on the streets. He’s lived on the streets 3 years and said in that time he has “never been so touched by someone’s generosity”. I didn’t understand it wasn’t that much money and I could barely cook, I hope one day I would understand. To be honest, I hoped one day to understand all of it, how his parents could chuck him out and not look back. I didn’t even know there were as many homeless people as he said.
Maybe I was being rude but I still rushed him out of the house not because I was scared of him just because I didn’t know what else to do. I expected him to be hurt but he said he understood. He left the house at 21.14 with a smile on his face and vowed to never break his word.
My parents came back at 21.20 and I told them everything, they said what I did was stupid. He could have hurt you and I should have called them. I think at the same time they were kind of proud for taking care of someone and thinking about someone else.

I may never see Monster again and he might spend the money on things it wasn’t intended for but I was feeling optimistic. I slept whilst looking at the moon and dreamt.

March. 16.00. It was a normal day. The sun was shining and I was in the garden. Just doing nothing. I heard a knock on the door and found a boy about 19 years old at the doorstop. His face was familiar, but I couldn’t recognise who it was. He was muscly and had stubble. He was wearing a plain top with black jeans.
“We didn’t meet properly last time but my name is Jude and you changed my life.” With that I recognised him, his voice.
My parents came to see who was at the door and asked “whose this?” I smiled and simply replied “him”.
It took them a while, to them he was just a normal boy, a few scars, very strong build and eyes that experienced so much beyond their years.
Eventually they realised and first they were a bit pissed at him. They spoke to him for a good few hours and I guess they understood.
He wasn’t a monster just a boy, now he wouldn’t be mistaken for one again. He got a job, a simple one, not the best paid one, lived in a decent flat with another person. It just took a simple thing to change his life.

He lived with it all his life. The monster and the girl were friends for many years until finally they got married. It wasn’t perfect, they argued, he still got some unnecessary visits from the past. She understood it as much as she could and it was hard but it was worth it.
The monster was tamed but still a part of their lives.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Fairy tales

“I know she’s shy. I know she doesn’t have very many friends. I just want her to be strong, you know? To be able to face the world for what it is. That’s why I don’t encourage the fairy tales. I don’t want to set her up to believe in this ‘dreams come true’ nonsense.”-Robert

Those things in which we hoped for in life only to realise in pure disappointment that they didn’t exist. I think that fairy tales are great but it’s almost like people are setting you up for disappointment. Personally I don’t believe in fairy tales. I believe in “once upon a time”s but not “they lived happily ever after”s because they simply don’t exist. They’re a great story but that’s all they’re stories.

I have a story to share which inspired me to write this.
“Once upon a time there lived a lady who did everything right she was nice, sweet, respectful and just great. Still people took advantage of her good nature and walked all over her.
Several years later just as she got her enemies to turn into allies she realised that she couldn’t have kids but never did she get knocked down so she got a baby not hers but she loved this baby. She was a devoted mother and just as she gained happiness she got bad news.
She was ill, this was a roller coaster ride and just when everything looked like it was going to be okay, it wasn’t.
Nothing worked and her last couple of weeks she couldn’t even say goodbye to her beautiful child because she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t give her child a hug because she was able to move. No closure no nothing just that. No happily ever after just that.”

I don’t believe that Prince Charming will whisk a girl off in her time of need because he’s just a spoilt brat too busy fixing his hair. Nor do I think that a knight in shining armour will come and ride a girl off in the sunset. I believe that good people deserve this happily ever after but it doesn’t happen. Sure they’ll be some stories that restore your faith in these tales but they are short lived. It’s a cynical view but I’m not going to wait in a tower for someone to rescue me from this.

Thanks for reading 🙂