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Writing Challenge #2

I used my Angel deck for this because it works best for creative endeavors.

Card for Inspiration: Ace of Fire- An exciting new opportunity! Change your life now!

Character: Paige, my tarot RPG character

They don’t understand why I’m leaving; why I have needed to leave for a long time. My family is more than content to live the rest of their lives in the same quiet village; a place where the most exciting events among the gossiping townsfolk are announcements of a wedding or the news of a birth. I need far more excitement in my life than a home, a family, could ever provide; a fact I’ve known since I was little and stealing my brother’s wooden sword and playing at fighting ogres.

I only packed a few belongings. There was little that I wanted or needed for the voyage that I have laid before me; the life of an adventurer is best when one packs light. I of course  carefully packed my two most precious possessions, my discus weapons Fate and Destiny. I said farewell to my room, and the only life I’d ever known, and left to start a better life with all kinds of twists and turns.

I thought about saying goodbye. I really did, but who? My father, who is completely unaccepting of the fact that I’m different and who tried to scare me into being like everyone else? My meek mother, who may have thought better of my father’s treatment of me, but was too afraid to speak up? Any of my siblings, some who are already following in the footsteps of my parents and the others sure to follow the same path? So family is out, and who in the village would I ever care to see again? Instead, I left in the early hours of the morning. I am determined. I’m going to find monsters and villains; I’m going to have a blast’ and when I die, I’ll have seen the world, I’ll have lived, and I’ll die doing what I love, not in a village filled with nothing but regret. I had just entered a village and I was so lucky. There was a fight going on between the King and a random party of people. I immediately ran into the first fight, my first real one that I have been training for my whole life; I kicked ass, but they didn’t.

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Here I go again. Same reading as before. Focus on the romantic pair, the Magician is conflict, so maybe a mentor character is a problem or one of the characters feels like they have to control everything. The theme is love (or maybe choices 'cause the Lovers).
Finally her hand wrapped itself around the old leather pouch. Jenn had worked so hard to get here. Five trials, each harder than the last had stood in the way of her path home, but now it was in her grasp. "You retrieved them then?" A voice came floating into her head. The Queen of Dreams. A door opened beyond the pedestal in the air, ostensibly created by the Queen to bring Jenn back. The once extravagant dress she wore was in tatters, her hair disheveled, her bone hand now extending up to her elbow. But the Tears of the Damned were hers. Jenn could go home.
She stumbled through the door, limping slightly. The room she entered was the same she had left, still decorated with the remnants of their elaborate meal. "Jenn… Don't…" Simon was collapsed on the floor by his seat, barely conscious.
"Simon! What-"
"Well the poor boy's been poisoned. A shame really, do you know what happens to the dead when they die here? Their souls lose their sense of self and well… You saw them on your way here right? The Lost?"
Jenn swallowed hard. She had seen the pale, vaguely human shaped ghosts spotting the landscape, always standing before a mirror, staring endlessly at the reflection of what they had become, trying to remember who they were. Simon had told her that because a soul can't be destroyed completely, they are robbed of their identity and left as empty husks. Simon couldn't… "Oh, but he could." The Queen read her mind. "Really, it's up to you. If you want the cure, you'll hand over the Tears."
So that's what it came to. Simon's life or her way out. If she stayed, she would die as her flesh continued its rot up her arm and engulfed her. Her hand, wrist, and forearm were already reduced to bone. Would she end up like those skeletons she had seen on her way here, the bodies she had pillaged her blade and map from? There weren't other Tears out there. The trials she had completed were the only way to receive them. But Simon… She couldn't leave him to face life as a Lost. 
Precious time slipped away as Jenn stood, frozen. Save Simon or save herself. How could she choose?
"He doesn't have much time left. Choose. My hand or the door." The Queen of Dreams had always had an ulterior motive, they had both known that. But this...
Losing Simon would haunt her forever. Her vision blurred from her own tears, her decision made. She stuck out her dead hand, bone fingers wrapped tightly around the pouch containing the Tears. "The antidote, please."
"Don't…" She heard Simon wheeze.
"Good choice dear." She dropped a vial into Jenn's good hand as the pouch slipped into her own. Immediately Jenn ran to Simon's side, uncorking the vial and bringing it to his lips. Tears dripped from her eyes as he drank it down, color returning to his face as he did so.
She cradled his head as she whispered his name, stroked his face, held him close. Either way she lost.
Behind her, the Queen cackled as she opened her prize. Jenn turned to watch, heartbroken. She would die here, in this unfamiliar world, slowly and painfully. The Queen reached her hand in, lifting a bit of the valuable contents out. Suddenly, her gloating smile turned to a piercing scream as she flung the fingerfull  of Tears in Jenn's direstion. Jenn shot up, surprised enough to let Simon's head plunk against the ground. She had been told that the Tears could get her out, but she had no idea what they actually were or what they could really do. Nor did the Queen, apparently. She was shaking her hand -the one she had dipped into the bag- screaming, crying. "It burns! It burns! You little bitch! What did you give me? My hand! What did you do to my hand?!" The pouch had dropped to the ground, somehow closing itself before making the fall as the Queen brought her hand to her chest, trying to stop the pain.
Jenn bent for a closer look at the bit that had been thrown. She picked a few grains up with her bones, poking a single grain with her good hand. "It looks like… Salt. It's a bag of salt?" The Queen was clutching her hand against her, cradling it. Before she could think of what to do, Simon was up, recovered and running for the precious bag. The Queen looked up as he reached her, a ferocity in her eyes that made Jenn's blood run cold. Without thinking, Jenn swept up what she could of the discarded Tears, running to Simon and the Queen. The Queen fingers wrapped around Simon's ankle as his own hand wrapped around the pouch. He looked back at her, terror coloring his eyes as they locked with the Queen's. Jenn saw her chance, throwing the sprinkling of tears into the Queen's face. She tumbled back, screaming once more, her grip loosening enough for Simon to slip away, sprinting away, taking Jenn's hand without stopping, and running from the Queen, her castle, and the nightmare she had wrought.
A little romance, a difficult choice, a Magician-like figure... I think I nailed it! Also I hope you guys like my characteristic unromantic romance. That's how I roll.
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Okay, my post is going up! I wrote this on my phone and haven't proofed it so... Please excuse any typos.

Why would I pull one card when I could pull 2... or 3.

Here's my spread
1. Focus of the story
2. Conflict
3. Overarching theme
2 of Cups - Love
I The Magician - Character unwilling to relinquish control
VI The Lovers - Focus is on the paring
That's literally what came up. 2oC and The Lovers. Defiantly a romance. But who to write…
Ayura stuck her blade through the throat of the last one hard enough to get it stuck in the concrete beneath. Demons were getting too bold, coming up in small groups to "persuade" humans to sin or give up their souls. Whatever they could do to get more bodies through hell's gates. She stared at the creature for a moment before wrenching her shortsword back out, frowning as she wiped the blood from it. This wasn't what had happened last time. Demons hadn't been much of a problem before. Something was wrong, she just had to figure out what. She sheathed her sword, planning to take a closer look at the demon she had killed. Any clue would be helpful at this point.
"You beat me again!" A young man's voice rang out from behind her. Startled, she turned towards the voice, knowing already who it was as she remembered their first meeting.

The silhouette of a man stood in the doorway of the warehouse. "You…" She couldn't recall his name. "Uh…"
"It's Leo. Leo Julian Rodgers the Second." He said as he walked toward her. No wonder she forgot his name. "And you're the Seer."
"And your name is…" He had tried this last time.
"None of your business." Dressed in a black hoodie with a black scarf tied across the top half of her head, Ayura had gone through a lot of trouble to hide her identity. There were people who couldn't know what she was doing, specifically, her mother.
"Huh. Thought you'd say that. Worth a shot." He was a young man, not yet filled out with dirty blonde hair and -admittedly- striking blue eyes. He wore the same armor as before, a silver chest plate with gold trim, a metal visor and coat of arms. He looked like a modernized medieval knight. "Your dog isn't with you today?"
"He's in a business meeting." Ayura said as she turned back towards the demon corpse, kneeling down beside it to get a better look. No horns, genderless, and lacking eyes. Only the third detail was unusual. She grasped it's face, turning it this way and that. No eyes. Not gouged out eyes, just smooth face where the eyes ought to be.
"That's not normal... Of course, demons rarely are, but even for a demon..." Leo had come over, looking at it over her shoulder.
Brows furrowed -not that Leo could see her brows- she mumbled agreement of some sort, a thought striking her. "The others." She stood and walked over to another corpse, noting Leo approaching the third. She had to flip the body over, but again, no eyes.
"This one doesn't have eyes either!" He yelled from across the room.
"Nor this one." She said loud enough for him to hear. This was... Bad. Ayura hadn't experienced this before and she should have. Events ought to be the same, the only things that changed were her, Kael, and Maria. Nobody else knew, nothing else should be different. But these demons spoke to something new, something in need of investigation. She needed new resources.

Walking back toward Leo, she asked, "You're a Templar, right?"

Leo stood a little straighter and said proudly, "I am."

"Does your family have demon histories?"
He smiled a little half-smile. "Of course."
"Then it's time you knew my name."
That… that was not a romance! Dang it. I'm going to have to try that again, I must have picked the wrong characters to write.

Also, her dog is a wolf, and he really is at a business meeting.
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Alright, so I haven't finished the first challenge, but I'm almost done - I just have to make sure my personality type stuff is right and then do the tarot cards for everyone - and also I promised Jessica I would post something today because she wants to write.

My challenge is to draw a tarot - or oracle card - and write a short story inspired by it.

There! Done! Sorry the prompt is lame; it's all I can think of right now and I'm too lazy to go get my writing prompt book.



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