ofillyria: NANOWRIMO WIP: PRIMEABOUTgenre: fantasypov: first p
ofillyria: NANOWRIMO WIP: PRIMEABOUTgenre: fantasypov: first person / past tensetropes & themes: found family, bisexual love triangle, girls fighting evil, gods & monsters, demigods, the hero’s journey. status: in developmentaudience: young adultSYNOPSISThe gods used to walk among humankind. They viewed their creations with delight and interest. Many gods entangled their lives with that of mortals but humans did not like all the practices of the gods, and when godly blood was spilt, the gods began to fear their creation and fled to distant lands. Some gods would return to cavort with humankind, and offspring resulted in these unions. But godly essence was a limited resource, and with each new child, the essence would slow be depleted until the god faded into oblivion. When their descendant died that piece of the god was lost forever. Now, these children are rare. The gods fearing their own demise are wary of humans and even more wary of passing on their blessings to half-human kin. Only eight are known to exist, a council of godling rulers. Those eight have been given a message, a premonition: there is a godling yet to realize her lineage. She is the firstborn child of The Dreamwalker, making her the most powerful godling in four hundred years. The current council of godlings must find her and protect her. If she is swayed to the wrong side or found by the wrong creatures, she could be used to fuel the fire that burns down the reign of the gods once and for all. EXCERPTMy palms hit the ground first, catching me, but only with a fierce collision against the harsh, packed dirt. The impact sent pain cracking up my arms as my bones buckled from my wrist to my elbow, and finally locking at my hunched shoulders. I sprawled on the ground, scowling up at Bash, who seemed all too pleased to see me fall.“You don’t have to be so cruel,” I muttered.“Cruel?” he questioned, his voice lilting up at the end of the sentence. I could feel the cool metal under my chin, placed softly, pricking like a pin at my soft flesh. It would not draw blood, but with one move from him I could spill scarlet onto the ground that would call the ichorites after me and they would tear me apart. But Bash just smirked, letting the blade fall, “Mean, perhaps, Rude, definitely. But never cruel.”I didn’t like how much the words resonated with me. I knew he was being truthful, or at least he thought he was. I struggled to remember any outright malicious moment. Had he been good to me this entire time and I’d failed to notice it? He never dallied with niceties or tried to assure me I should stay even when I knew I wasn’t wanted. Bash spoke only the truth to me so far and seemed to be the only one that accepted me without ignoring my flaws. I was scared by how kind that was. Up until that moment, I was sure I hated him.LINKSwip page | pinterest | soundtrack | edits tag | excerpts tag -- source link
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