Entry to this week’s WPS! Location: Waterloo, Belgium.
For generations, permanent war plagued the lands. The god of strife had seduced the night, pinning Mars and his constellations to the heavens and defying the natural order. Many of the other gods were not pleased and so concocted a ruse to trap the defiler. Pouring their immortality into the holy grail, they descended onto the Earthly plane in disguise to hold a tournament for the soul of the world. Man fought against neighbors. Tribes against federations. Nations against empires. The god of strife basked in the spoils of war until at last he acquired the holy grail and drank its intoxicating power. To his detriment, the grail drank his immortality and imprisoned his soul. The people then sealed the chalice beneath a mountain so that he would never escape. Night, reprieve, and the dawn of new age finally came to pass.
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Love the mythic flavourings, they blend well with its epic themes 🙂
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Chilling and epic all at once.
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you have certainly found your niche. You write this genre so well.
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Thanks. Funny how this turned out. My original goal was to help connect with my inner muse. This is her voice.
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Epic storytelling in so few words. We can only long for the day that such strife is locked away, so many countries, like Belgium, have histories torn apart by war.
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Micro-epic perhaps. War is economic sanctions these days.
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An epic saga in only 150 words!
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So much mythology packed into a short legend, and it rings true: well done!
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A hopeful ending to a long, wartorn story. We can only hope our own journey ends that way. As others have said, a well told myth
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There’s some good writing here. I particularly like “The god of strife had seduced the night, pinning Mars and his constellations to the heavens”.
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