It's nice to back away from the novel for a bit and write something silly and pointless...well not pointless, everything we write has a purpose even if we don't see it. Writing a dark fantasy novel can sometimes feel like a chore, at least for me. World building can be such a pain. Don't get me wrong, I love the process. Wouldn't change a thing.
I've never tried writing prompts. Don't know why. They're a good way to work the creative muscles on something not as important as your own novel. When I created this image, I thought it would be fun to write what came to mind. What if you were walking through this landscape? What would be going through your mind?
Why in the world do I have to go to that primitive land?
My superiors said I need to blend in with the inhabitants of Terrace. That's the only reason I'm in this ridiculous costume. Either the male savages are all pigs or the women are stupid. Maybe both. How am I supposed to blend in anyway? I think they'll notice the flaming wings.
The Paladins sent me on this vulgar mission to punish me. It wasn't my fault these flames got out of control. They were demolishing those buildings anyway. I saved them time and money.
What they should do is let me go home and talk to the folks. My parents left out some important details when I was a child- like I'd grow wings on my twenty-fifth birthday. But, they live on the other side of some unfavorable territories. I heard rumors residents in the floating city above the ruins have flaming wings. I'd rather travel to the other side of the world.
It would be so much easier if I could fly to Terrace. The mutts in the floating city shoot down anything flying over the Sea. The Paladins refused to give me any transportation. Whatever. Forget blending in. I have barbarians to destroy.
That was fun! If a passage or line comes to your mind, feel free to share. I'd love to read it!