Tweet of the Day: The Orthodox Church of Heinlein
I skipped last months blog chain for personal reasons and nearly miss this one but thought to give a go none the less. Here are the instructions for this months Absolute Write’s Blog Chain:
Starting Date: Friday, March 14, 2014
Open to all forum members, even after it starts!
This month’s prompt:
Lions and Lambs
Do you have a character who is lionlike and fierce? Do you have a character who is lamblike and gentle? Put them in a scene together and see what happens!
Each post should be less than 1000 words if possible. Read and comment on other participants’ posts if you possibly can–they’ll be doing the same for you! Please include a list of all participants’ blogs (not necessarily their actual posts for the month) in your blog post.
Two Brothers Split the Land
The Loyal One to the East
West for the Wayward One
In the East the Sun Shines Brightly
In the West the Darkness Creeps
And in the land between them a murder of crows feasts.
She threw away her shattered shield into the muddy ground. She wrapped the remains of the lion banner around her swollen forearm. Her enemy stood before her in black armor. The iron was so dark it drank in feeble rays that reflected from her silver maille coat in the feeble afternoon sun. The Lion of the West came to finish what he started.
He charged flanged mace in hand.
She sidestepped and struck the lower back with pummel of her sword.
Down came the blood slick blade on the exposed hamstring.
The Lion of the West stumbled a few feet and slid face first into the mud.
He turned on his back as her blade swung for his face. The forceful blow ripped the faceplate of the helm. Amongst the bloody matted hair and streaks of dirt, cool blue eyes stared back at her. She knew those eyes. The same eyes that had looked back at her from her silver back mirror. She remembered the stories, back when the her father tried to mend things with her uncle. The years of endless, empty diplomacy filled with offers and counter demands. On one of those trips her father came to rest near a cave. At night the cries of a babe woke him and his party. They found her in her dead mother’s arm. The childless king took her as her own.
She called her his Little Lamb.
He was the Lion of the East whose body lay broken and empty upon the field
She was now the Lioness of the East.
“Ah…the irony of it all,” said the Lion of the West through broken teeth. “He always had a thing for strays. Always…picking up what I discarded.”
“Is that so?” she said.
The dark knight struck at her with a broken spear. She spun the trailing cloth of the banner around it and ripped it away from his hand.
“The war is over, the battle is won!” she said as she sunk her sword into his throat.
She was a Lamb no more. From this day forth she would be the Lioness, She would restore what her fathers broke.
Well, I hope you like it. Make sure to visit and comment on the participating blogs below.
orion_mk3 – http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post)
Ralph Pines – https://ralfast.wordpress.com (link to post)
Angyl78 – http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Sweetwheat – http://gomezkarla.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Sneaky Devil – http://fantasywriterwannabe.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Sixpence – http://orlawritesthings.com/ (link to post)
airship wreck – http://thedarlinggraveyard.wordpress.com/ (link to post)