Post by gear on Sept 12, 2011 10:35:10 GMT 10
Title: Who will protect the Protector?
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Color (#1)
Summary: Red used to be Kel’s favorite color. Now it reminds her of battles lost and bloodshed. Who will be there to protect the protector?
Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
It had been ever since she saw one of the royal marriages in Yamani Empire. The bride was stunning in a traditional red kimono, with beautiful gold embroidery and a golden sash, a stark contrast to the groom in his clear-cut black and white. As a child, most of Kel’s day dreams involved knighthood or being a hero or a savior in some fashion, but for months after that day, a few involving herself in a ruby red dress next to a handsome man managed to sneak in.
Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
One of the first things that she saw on her arrival home from the Yamani islands was Fief Mindelan’s rose gardens. They were magnificent, with roses of all colors, dusky pink, maiden’s blush, and delicate yellow, and pure, untouched white, rich, royal blue, and cream tipped with maroon. She saw all this varied beauty and admired it, but headed, with the determination seemingly unique to young children, to the section of crimson flowers.
Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
Now, when she sees the shade, she thinks of fallen bodies, and spilt blood. She remembers the corpses of friends and allies, of enemies and rivals, humans and immortals alike. A flash of a red fan will send her back to the battlefield, sounds of horses and men all around her, and the feel of her glaive in her hand, slashing through an opponent, the scent of copper and the sight of blood. And she is tired of it. So very tired of it.
Who will protect the protector?
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Color (#1)
Summary: Red used to be Kel’s favorite color. Now it reminds her of battles lost and bloodshed. Who will be there to protect the protector?
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Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
It had been ever since she saw one of the royal marriages in Yamani Empire. The bride was stunning in a traditional red kimono, with beautiful gold embroidery and a golden sash, a stark contrast to the groom in his clear-cut black and white. As a child, most of Kel’s day dreams involved knighthood or being a hero or a savior in some fashion, but for months after that day, a few involving herself in a ruby red dress next to a handsome man managed to sneak in.
Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
One of the first things that she saw on her arrival home from the Yamani islands was Fief Mindelan’s rose gardens. They were magnificent, with roses of all colors, dusky pink, maiden’s blush, and delicate yellow, and pure, untouched white, rich, royal blue, and cream tipped with maroon. She saw all this varied beauty and admired it, but headed, with the determination seemingly unique to young children, to the section of crimson flowers.
Red used to be Kel’s favorite color.
Now, when she sees the shade, she thinks of fallen bodies, and spilt blood. She remembers the corpses of friends and allies, of enemies and rivals, humans and immortals alike. A flash of a red fan will send her back to the battlefield, sounds of horses and men all around her, and the feel of her glaive in her hand, slashing through an opponent, the scent of copper and the sight of blood. And she is tired of it. So very tired of it.
Who will protect the protector?