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element_wizard) wrote2007-01-09 11:30 pm
element_wizard) wrote2007-01-09 11:30 pm
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Title, Winter Solstice
Prompt Spirit
They said, Alec was taught, that on Winter's solstice the barrier between the living and the dead became weak enough that spirits could pass through back into the land of the living. The wizards took this idea very seriously because they couldn't effect spirits. Things that were alive or were once alive were beyond the realms of their magical abilities.
You needed a witch to do that.
Witches and wizards never got along very well. It was, Alec supposed, the fact that they came into their magic in different ways. Wizards were created, three thousand years ago, from witches. Witches saw wizards as limited, wizards tried to make up for this by being the strongest.
A thousand years ago, when Pentarch still ruled as the center of magic, no witch would live within it's city's boundaries. Now, though, in the new city, where Alec grew up, witches lived. There weren't that many of them. Maybe a small handful, but they were valued for their own magical abilities. The council of wizards had learned what happens when they had gotten too cocky at the Fall of Pentarch.
And on Winter's solstice they stood guard over the cemetery. Sometimes they would stop people and talk to them for a while. They never stopped Alec or his siblings. He always wondered what it was they said. Sometimes he was afraid to hear it, other times he wondered if it would bring any comfort.
For even with all his power, the spirits never spoke to him.
Title Revel
Prompt Drink
Alec hated the fey.
They gave him wine. Not an ordinary wine, but their Fey wine. During one of their all night parties that lasted several days... at least.
He always woke up naked, in someone's bed, uncertain as to how he got there. Usually under an elf... or two... or three...sometimes more. He was always on the bottom.
He never wanted to drink, but they made him do it all the same. After after a few sips he didn't care, letting them do whatever they wanted to him.
He hated the loss of control on who he was, where he was, what he wanted.
But they didn't care. They liked it, so they forced the wine down him at every opportunity.
Prompt Spirit
They said, Alec was taught, that on Winter's solstice the barrier between the living and the dead became weak enough that spirits could pass through back into the land of the living. The wizards took this idea very seriously because they couldn't effect spirits. Things that were alive or were once alive were beyond the realms of their magical abilities.
You needed a witch to do that.
Witches and wizards never got along very well. It was, Alec supposed, the fact that they came into their magic in different ways. Wizards were created, three thousand years ago, from witches. Witches saw wizards as limited, wizards tried to make up for this by being the strongest.
A thousand years ago, when Pentarch still ruled as the center of magic, no witch would live within it's city's boundaries. Now, though, in the new city, where Alec grew up, witches lived. There weren't that many of them. Maybe a small handful, but they were valued for their own magical abilities. The council of wizards had learned what happens when they had gotten too cocky at the Fall of Pentarch.
And on Winter's solstice they stood guard over the cemetery. Sometimes they would stop people and talk to them for a while. They never stopped Alec or his siblings. He always wondered what it was they said. Sometimes he was afraid to hear it, other times he wondered if it would bring any comfort.
For even with all his power, the spirits never spoke to him.
Title Revel
Prompt Drink
Alec hated the fey.
They gave him wine. Not an ordinary wine, but their Fey wine. During one of their all night parties that lasted several days... at least.
He always woke up naked, in someone's bed, uncertain as to how he got there. Usually under an elf... or two... or three...sometimes more. He was always on the bottom.
He never wanted to drink, but they made him do it all the same. After after a few sips he didn't care, letting them do whatever they wanted to him.
He hated the loss of control on who he was, where he was, what he wanted.
But they didn't care. They liked it, so they forced the wine down him at every opportunity.