The Resurrection

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story is in the POV of an elven female taking her last and final steps on a journey to prevent the resurrection of the Corebringer.

POV: A nimble female elven adult named Silv in a crimson cloak and lightly plated armor underneath her ceremonial dress powered by microgems woven into the fibers. On the day of The Resurrection, Silv must perform a ritual to prevent the birth of the demon from the core of the planet, creatively named the Corebringer. It’s a dark, cloudy night atop Mount Resh, two looming structures are rising from the ground above. They resemble horns, protruding from the damp, soft soil. In the center of these figures is an unfinished ritual circle, where Silv must finish before the Corebringer is resurrected. Silv heaves herself from the final ridge, where she tosses aside her climbing equipment and sprints to the hornlike structures. There, she finds the circle, where the ritual must be performed. She uses the last of her magic to power the machine in the middle, when a deep rumbling sound is heard in the distance. 

It’s happening…

Silv works faster, harder. Infusing objects with energy was her least favorite kind of magic, as it required use of one’s own energy. Tired enough from climbing up a mountain, Silv remembers the most vital part of the ritual; a Blood Oath. Silv quickly snatches her pocketknife her father gave her, and quickly gashed a deep cut in her wrist, where her silver blood poured out. In the center of the circle, she drew the ancient rune symbol and stood back, her clothes covered in gleaming silver blood. The circle and its counterparts shone as the clouds parted in the overcast sky, and Silv, for the first time in years, smiled. And, for the first time in years, it stopped raining. And thus became the Week of Saving. Townspeople cried out in joy for the first time in years, and Queen Anoh passed on peacefully from her sickness, leaving Silv to reign over her kingdom. It was a sad, bittersweet time, but Silv made a promise to never take advantage of her power in honor of the Queen. Families united, world saved, Silv was finally able to live her life in peace.


Submitted: October 21, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Annabelle Acheampong. All rights reserved.

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'Quickly gashed a deep cut in her wrist' i wouldn't say deep as 'gash' already explaines it all, and a a deep cut in the wrist is fatal is most cases, unless it is intended?
is there more :) i like fantasy.

Wed, October 21st, 2020 3:37pm

Annabelle Acheampong

I'm planning on writing more but as I wrote this before online school decided to bombard me with stress, it may take a little while for me to finish. Plus mental health and all that shiz..

Thu, October 22nd, 2020 12:55pm

Criss Sole

I though this was good beginning. I'd like to know more about Silv. Great start!

Thu, October 22nd, 2020 6:19pm

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