bjornwilde (
bjornwilde) wrote in
ways_back_room2015-03-13 07:32 am
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DE: Wiki-prompt
Had an idea last night for a prompts game and thought I'd give it a whirl.
1-Pick a character you'd like to write for.
2-Hit Wikipedia for a random article (You can also access the random article function from the left column of the Wikipedia page).
3-Write a ficlet, if said article inspires.
1-Pick a character you'd like to write for.
2-Hit Wikipedia for a random article (You can also access the random article function from the left column of the Wikipedia page).
3-Write a ficlet, if said article inspires.

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The humans are fighting a war again, and this time it is spread over most of their lands. Their weapons and machines of war are more complex as well and the air reeks of iron, enough that her lungs burn, but she walks on. She has business here.
She is in what she thinks of as Prussia but what the mortals now call Germany, or Russia--she can't keep up with how the names change--and the village off the shore of the Volga is nothing but a smoking ruin. She knew she would find death, that was what she had come for, to collect the skin of a dead selkie before its magic died, but she hadn't expected the entire village to be dead as well. What of the clan, her people?
She looks to the smoke rising from the ruins but sees no clues. She looks to the skies, at the birds, but they tell her nothing as well. Finally, she just follows the scent of the skin she came for, perhaps it will tell her something.
She finds it in the swamp, still wrapped as a shawl around the body of the poor girl who had obviously pissed off someone. Signs of murder were pretty clear. Mette, the skin tells her. Mette was the girl who had worn the skin and she had died because she loved the wrong boy. In her mind's eye, the woman who calls herself the Luidaeg now sees the mob drag the girl from her home, the hated chanting, and the girl's fear. The Luidaeg's eyes bleed to black and she stalks off into the night, hunting for the humans who have killed one of her folk.
For their sakes, a part of her hopes it is only the one.