Author Games: The Final War

Task Four: Females

Fire Strong: Adena Bayzil

Nope.

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Air Strong: Ilsa Rose

Ilsa woke up with thoughts of being buried alive. She sat up and when she registered her surroundings, she realized this wasn’t too far off the mark.

Her first response to the tunneled enclosure that surrounded her was panic. Her gasps for the air that was all too thin in combination with her ever pounding heart only served to make Ilsa feel worse about the situation at hand until she could finally muster up the strength to attempt to calm herself.

Almost without any conscious instruction to do so, Ilsa fingers reached back to undo her braid. Slowly, her breaths changed to match the rhythm of her braiding fingers. When she was finished, she imagined that the tightness of the braid had pulled all the panic out of her scalp.

This must be some challenge. A test of Ilsa’s will. Possibly to see how she would survive in uncomfortable situations.

Well, she would just have to pass then.

She tucked her knees up to her chin and closed her eyes. If she tried not to think too much about her surroundings, she could almost make herself believe she wasn’t as enclosed as she was.

That is, until the growl.

Ilsa’s eyes flew open at the sound of the growl, with the expectation to find a terrifying sight awaiting her. Instead, she saw….

Herself?

Ilsa’s eyebrows knit together. The Ilsa she saw didn’t move, which suggested that Ilsa wasn’t merely staring into some sort of reflection. The puzzling nature of the sight before her was enough to distract Ilsa from her environment.

“Hello,” She said softly, though the word still had a light echo through the tunnel.

The mutation in front of Ilsa snarled and bared her teeth in response. A fresh sliver of ice water fear slipped down Ilsa’s spine, but she forced herself to remain calm.

“What is your name?” Ilsa asked in a tone as kind as she could make it.

Another growl was all she got in response.

“Do you not have a name?” Ilsa tried to make her voice soothing. “I’ll give you a name. I’ll call you Elsie. Do you like that, Elsie?”

Elsie grumbled again, but weaker. Less certain. A hopeful part of Ilsa thought that just maybe, she could make progress.

“Are you lonely, Elsie? Do you want a friend? I can be your friend, Elsie.” Ilsa decided to take a risk. She reached out and patted Elsie on the shoulder. To her relief, Elsie didn’t bite or snap.

“There’s a good girl Elsie,” Ilsa cooed at Elsie as if she were a baby or a small dog. “There’s a good girl.”

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Mind Strong: Lydia D'Norse

For some reason, I was trapped all alone and I had to fight a dragon.

"A dragon? Really?" I shouted at the creature as I dodged its fire-breath. "I'm freaking four foot eight, couldn't I fight something SMALLER???"

"No," A mysterious voice answered from the sky.

I glared up at the clouds. "How dare you tell me no! Don't you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are," said the voice, "I created you. And your storyline gives me so much feels that I had to send you here for a chance at a happier ending."