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Ember #4: A Strange Key
Name: euphonious_glow (Euphony)
Story: A Strange Key
'Verse: The Flametongue Prophet
Color: Ember #4: Ashes
Supplies and Materials: Yarn (apod.nasa.gov/apod/)
Word Count: 400
Rating: T
Characters: Sera, Timur
Warnings: Mentions of character death, nonexplicit
Notes: This is an introduction to my story’s protagonist from The Flametongue Prophet ‘verse. They begin the journey using a feminine name and pronouns, but over time they question their gender and realize they are nonbinary. This story also introduces a mysterious side character.
The nightmare came as it always did.
Her hands - small, stubby fingers of a child barely four years old - and the embers they cradled within.
The stench of burning wood and the cries of her parents.
Flames leaving her skin untouched. The darkness of black, rolling smoke.
And burning wings, so bright that she could not look upon them without weeping.
Her own voice, screaming in her ears.
She awoke, sweat sticking her curls to her face and turning her sheets into a cocoon.
Sera wiped away the tears dampening her cheeks and stared at the stone ceiling of her prison.
Flame-cursed. Unwanted. A prophet of ruin, marked by the embers glowing within her brown eyes.
She did not fight them when they called her cursed. The Taboo of Rothland Forest, hidden where she could not harm anyone again. Not that she could if she tried. She had never again been able to call fire to her hands after the blaze that killed her parents.
“You’re the Taboo, ain’t ya?”
The small sapphire-eyed face of a black cat looked back at her, hanging by its front paws from the small window set within the stone door of her cell.
Her voice sounded hoarse to her ears as she croaked dumbly, “A cat?”
“Timur, at your service, little mage.” The voice coming from the cat’s mouth was a masculine baritone. “I’ll have you breathing the fresh air before you can say ‘Rat’s nest.’”
She shook her head, sitting up and watching the peculiar talking cat. “I want to stay here,” she said.
The cat’s eyes glowed with a deep, azure light. “Sorry, miss,” he said. “I’ve got my orders.”
There was a rusted, mechanical sound, and the stone door swung open. Timur poked his head into her cell, tail upright and twitching proudly. “Best locksmith in all the lands, if I do say so myself. Come on then, hop to it!”
Who was she to argue with a magical cat? Even if freedom was nothing she deserved.
“This is a mistake,” she warned Timur as she crept out of the cell and into the torch-lined hallway. “Do you know what I am?” She looked dawn at her scarred palms.
“It’s because of what you are that I’m here,” Timur whispered. “Now hush and follow me, real quiet.”
Sera took her first steps into the dawn of a new day.
Story: A Strange Key
'Verse: The Flametongue Prophet
Color: Ember #4: Ashes
Supplies and Materials: Yarn (apod.nasa.gov/apod/)
Word Count: 400
Rating: T
Characters: Sera, Timur
Warnings: Mentions of character death, nonexplicit
Notes: This is an introduction to my story’s protagonist from The Flametongue Prophet ‘verse. They begin the journey using a feminine name and pronouns, but over time they question their gender and realize they are nonbinary. This story also introduces a mysterious side character.
The nightmare came as it always did.
Her hands - small, stubby fingers of a child barely four years old - and the embers they cradled within.
The stench of burning wood and the cries of her parents.
Flames leaving her skin untouched. The darkness of black, rolling smoke.
And burning wings, so bright that she could not look upon them without weeping.
Her own voice, screaming in her ears.
She awoke, sweat sticking her curls to her face and turning her sheets into a cocoon.
Sera wiped away the tears dampening her cheeks and stared at the stone ceiling of her prison.
Flame-cursed. Unwanted. A prophet of ruin, marked by the embers glowing within her brown eyes.
She did not fight them when they called her cursed. The Taboo of Rothland Forest, hidden where she could not harm anyone again. Not that she could if she tried. She had never again been able to call fire to her hands after the blaze that killed her parents.
“You’re the Taboo, ain’t ya?”
The small sapphire-eyed face of a black cat looked back at her, hanging by its front paws from the small window set within the stone door of her cell.
Her voice sounded hoarse to her ears as she croaked dumbly, “A cat?”
“Timur, at your service, little mage.” The voice coming from the cat’s mouth was a masculine baritone. “I’ll have you breathing the fresh air before you can say ‘Rat’s nest.’”
She shook her head, sitting up and watching the peculiar talking cat. “I want to stay here,” she said.
The cat’s eyes glowed with a deep, azure light. “Sorry, miss,” he said. “I’ve got my orders.”
There was a rusted, mechanical sound, and the stone door swung open. Timur poked his head into her cell, tail upright and twitching proudly. “Best locksmith in all the lands, if I do say so myself. Come on then, hop to it!”
Who was she to argue with a magical cat? Even if freedom was nothing she deserved.
“This is a mistake,” she warned Timur as she crept out of the cell and into the torch-lined hallway. “Do you know what I am?” She looked dawn at her scarred palms.
“It’s because of what you are that I’m here,” Timur whispered. “Now hush and follow me, real quiet.”
Sera took her first steps into the dawn of a new day.
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Author: euphonious_glow
Story (or Verse): The Flametongue Prophet
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Who was she to argue with a magical cat?
Heh, indeed!
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