Post by Seek on Aug 31, 2009 17:49:17 GMT 10
Title: Queenscove Children
Rating: G
Prompt: #10, magic
Words: 250 words
Summary: Neal reflects on magic in his family.
The Gift is strong in my family.
My father had it, and he was the Chief of the Palace Healers, the youngest to ever reach that position. I had it. I was to follow in his footsteps, but in the end, I did not. I became a Knight, because a Queenscove has always served the Crown as a knight.
Graeme had it. Emrys did not. But the Gift did not save Graeme.
Jessamine has it. But it is not strong in her. Perhaps that was why she understood Emrys, my harsh brother, best. We were never close, Jessamine and I.
And I remember very little of Emrys.
Yuki has a minor Gift. Nothing compared to the Queenscove Gift. But does that matter? I love her, and she loves me, and that is a magic beyond the Gift.
Then came our children. Roelan has the Gift- it burns in him as strong as in father, and me. Emrhys has the Gift, but not the passion for using it. Emrhys, at least, will be a knight and never a healer.
And there is Marin, and Byron, my two youngest. Marin never had the Gift. It was hard for her, and harder for Byron, who never had the Queenscove Gift.
Marin insisted on trying for her knighthood. Byron left for the university. What magic he did have was beyond me.
My son has the gift of poetry, and the gift of words and song, the soul of an artist.
Sometimes, I envy him.
Unnecessary Commentary:
For the first time, I have done a first person narrative. Power to me! This is actually an introduction to the character of Byron of Queenscove that I intended to use in my exploratory piece of the power-dynamics in a Tortallan world.
And to be frank, I wanted to upset the cliché, because a prompt, ‘Magic’, would usually inspire pieces on the Gift itself, or even about love, birth, etc. I wanted a different and refreshing perspective.
Rating: G
Prompt: #10, magic
Words: 250 words
Summary: Neal reflects on magic in his family.
The Gift is strong in my family.
My father had it, and he was the Chief of the Palace Healers, the youngest to ever reach that position. I had it. I was to follow in his footsteps, but in the end, I did not. I became a Knight, because a Queenscove has always served the Crown as a knight.
Graeme had it. Emrys did not. But the Gift did not save Graeme.
Jessamine has it. But it is not strong in her. Perhaps that was why she understood Emrys, my harsh brother, best. We were never close, Jessamine and I.
And I remember very little of Emrys.
Yuki has a minor Gift. Nothing compared to the Queenscove Gift. But does that matter? I love her, and she loves me, and that is a magic beyond the Gift.
Then came our children. Roelan has the Gift- it burns in him as strong as in father, and me. Emrhys has the Gift, but not the passion for using it. Emrhys, at least, will be a knight and never a healer.
And there is Marin, and Byron, my two youngest. Marin never had the Gift. It was hard for her, and harder for Byron, who never had the Queenscove Gift.
Marin insisted on trying for her knighthood. Byron left for the university. What magic he did have was beyond me.
My son has the gift of poetry, and the gift of words and song, the soul of an artist.
Sometimes, I envy him.
Unnecessary Commentary:
For the first time, I have done a first person narrative. Power to me! This is actually an introduction to the character of Byron of Queenscove that I intended to use in my exploratory piece of the power-dynamics in a Tortallan world.
And to be frank, I wanted to upset the cliché, because a prompt, ‘Magic’, would usually inspire pieces on the Gift itself, or even about love, birth, etc. I wanted a different and refreshing perspective.
And I think the character of Byron is going to be really interesting, can't wait to read more about him! 
