Post by Seek on Sept 9, 2009 18:30:52 GMT 10
Title: Colors Lost
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #1, color
Words: 248 words
Summary: He has seen the splendour of the rising sun, the Sun-chapel at the Palace, and a thousand other sights of beauty.
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He has seen the bright amethyst of Sir Alanna’s Gift when she led them to battle against the Scanran raiders. He has seen the bright, radiant yellow of the sun, the colors of the flowers, the deep white-sparkled-black of The Mage’s Gift as black fire broke and scattered grey Scanran ranks with crimson.
He has seen the land under the light of the day, sworn to die for it, fought under such commanders for a great King of sapphire blue with brilliant eyes, and a smile men would die for. He has seen the sky at sunset, the scarlet disk of the waning sun, and the color reflected on the bodies of the wounded and dying.
He has seen the flowing river, the gorges, the waterfalls, and the calm skies. He has seen the ocean, the precise shade of grass-green, and the eyes of his daughter when she smiles so sweetly, and his wife, older, and worried that he goes out to war.
He has seen the splendour of the rising sun, the Sun-chapel at the Palace, and a thousand other sights of beauty.
What of Tortall would a man not die for? Not shed his blood for?
And as Sir Veron of Blythdin opens his eyes, he denies first, before screaming in outrage and despair. He was prepared to die for Tortall, but instead, Tortall has demanded the gift of color from him.
No tears shall fall from his ruined eyes now, not now, and not ever.
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A/N: Yeah, I picked a Tortallan fief at random. I always felt the protagonists were uniformly lucky...and most of the others wouldn't always be so.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #1, color
Words: 248 words
Summary: He has seen the splendour of the rising sun, the Sun-chapel at the Palace, and a thousand other sights of beauty.
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He has seen the bright amethyst of Sir Alanna’s Gift when she led them to battle against the Scanran raiders. He has seen the bright, radiant yellow of the sun, the colors of the flowers, the deep white-sparkled-black of The Mage’s Gift as black fire broke and scattered grey Scanran ranks with crimson.
He has seen the land under the light of the day, sworn to die for it, fought under such commanders for a great King of sapphire blue with brilliant eyes, and a smile men would die for. He has seen the sky at sunset, the scarlet disk of the waning sun, and the color reflected on the bodies of the wounded and dying.
He has seen the flowing river, the gorges, the waterfalls, and the calm skies. He has seen the ocean, the precise shade of grass-green, and the eyes of his daughter when she smiles so sweetly, and his wife, older, and worried that he goes out to war.
He has seen the splendour of the rising sun, the Sun-chapel at the Palace, and a thousand other sights of beauty.
What of Tortall would a man not die for? Not shed his blood for?
And as Sir Veron of Blythdin opens his eyes, he denies first, before screaming in outrage and despair. He was prepared to die for Tortall, but instead, Tortall has demanded the gift of color from him.
No tears shall fall from his ruined eyes now, not now, and not ever.
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A/N: Yeah, I picked a Tortallan fief at random. I always felt the protagonists were uniformly lucky...and most of the others wouldn't always be so.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!