Writing Prompt: Week 2
- 500 word limit
- linky is open until Thursday, January 16, at 11:55pm Pacific
- Use the quote as an opening/closing line, draw inspiration from it, or choose the photo instead.
- Use the photo, or stick with the quote.
- Use both if you are so inclined!
- Please read at least the link on either side of yours (last linker? read the first one)
- Please comment where you read. If you are comfortable giving constructive criticism, feel free. If not, tell the writer something about the experience of reading their piece. This community’s goals are to support, nurture, and challenge our writers.
“The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.”
~ L. P. Hartley: The Go-Between (1953)
Image courtesy of Unsplash.
This is my first time writing for “Write at the merge”.I chose the photo above for my story.Hope the story is enjoyable.(500 words including the title).
The reluctant warrior
“Be careful Jovian. This is your last chance.”
That had been his Commander cautioning him as he left their pod.
Jovian stepped up to the edge of the forest.
It was eerily quiet.
Yet, he could feel eyes watching him.
When he looked down he could see nothing except a serpentine grey rope like thing stretching endlessly between the clump of blackened trees and dead bushes.
Jovian’s job was to travel through time and conquer new territories and colonize them. This was his 5th such assignment and if he failed again, he would be vaporized.
He hated being a time warrior. His dream was to be a trooper of love but he had materialized in the warrior unit and thus had no say. His Commander was good and had tried to shield his birth defect from enquiring eyes but now it was do or vaporize…
Morosely, he stepped forward and immediately found his feet ensnared in the grey vine and before he could react, he was hanging by his feet.
Jovian opened his eyes and met the most beautiful violet blue eyes. His green eyes saw a girl with ivory skin and a pair of blue gossamer wings, crinkling up her nose at him. In spite of his captivity, Jovian had to laugh.
She was just a girl and he was a warrior-even if not a successful one! Did she think she could hold him up here?
With a twist of his arms, he freed himself and stood next to the girl.
The girl seemed unperturbed. She gestured for him to follow her and took to the air.
Intrigued, Jovian followed her into the forest.
After about an hour’s walk, they reached a waterfall.
The girl alighted beside him and led him into the cool, refreshing water. Jovian stepped in with trepidation and was taken aback by what he saw beyond.
A whole Universe of amazing beings-some magical, others beautiful, many looked beastly, some seemed ugly, a lot were tiny while others were giants but all co-existed peacefully and looked happy. No one wanted to hurt anyone, no one seemed irritated or angry.
“My name is Aara”, the girl said in a voice dipped with honey.
Aara and Jovian became inseparable and as days became weeks and weeks turned into months, Jovian easily adapted to the new life. He forgot about his mission, his roots and began living for love.
When Jovian proposed to Aara she just smiled and told him, “Wait. It is not time yet.”
Tonight Jovian woke up to find himself curled up in a ball, shivering all over.
”Aara!”, he called out.
He felt her flutter down beside him softly.
He stretched and felt something unfurl behind him.
He was mesmerized to see that he had grown a pair of silvery red wings.
“Welcome home, my love,” smiled Aara and time stood still.
Jovian finally understood why his heart had yearned to be a trooper of love. Love was his destiny.