Go to your shelf, finding your favourite book, picking a sentence, and writing a full (original) paragraph based on it.
"It was curiously hard to impute any absolute sense of evil to those harmonizing voices, or to hate them quite as blindly as being a soldier seemed to require." - Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay, Prologue, P. 1. (C) Guy Gavriel Kay, 1990.
They sang the same songs as her people, even if the words were in a language she didn't understand, the tone and harmony was the same. She lay in the darkness of the tall grass around their camp, still as a death as she watched them move amongst the fires, dark shadows in contrast with the merry flames that welcomed all but her. She was here to kill these oblivious soldiers, these travellers from a strange land so similar to her own that she found herself feeling homesick and guilty for a brief moment.
But they were the enemy, they had dared challenge her ruler and threaten the sanctity of her people, who had called upon her to protect them. She didn't question motives, she didn't have the luxury of questions like that. Standing, her movements only sounded like the whisper of the grass that hid her approach. The singing didn't stop until she had made it through the first round of night watch and into the camp proper. First it turned to yells of alarm, then to anger and confusion and finally to screams of fear.
They were the enemy and she was death.
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SonstigesRandom writings. Poems, short stories from story prompts, artistic deconstruction of thoughts from the day. Not all content is mature. But some of the writing prompts to contain violence.
