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  Writing Sample from the Prose The following was written for a writing challenge on theprose.com. The prompt was as follows: Grey Wall  Check out the original over at  Grey Wall . Grey Wall Towering over everything was the Grey Wall. For a thousand generations the Grey Wall had separated the worlds, looming above each in silent threat of what lay on the other side. Looming in the heart of the unchosen. No being had every crossed the Wall. No human would try for the abject terror it brought the imagination. Even the birds, circling and wheeling about the azure sky would not cross the line of demarcation. The Wall meant safety and the Wall meant death. Zenyassa did not care for safety and she did not fear death. She was Unchosen. What did it matter? What was life without the risk of losing it? She could not feel alive sitting before a thatch hut milling grain while the men of her village hunted wild yissana beasts. Their hunt brought them adventures and risk for the great ...
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Original "Poetry": The Fall of Vendothand

Epic fantasy siege battle.

The Fall of Vendothand

Ivory towers shimmer above an emerald sea

    Forest mists lap at shores of stone

A crimson sun sets in the east

    Failing day, gives way to night


From the northern deep of Narasul

    Comes a seething horde, black as pitch

They march south with fiery torches lit

    Souls of evil burn with hate


Defenders stand upon the curtain strand

    Elven hearts stout as stone

Holding fast to the walls of Vendothand

    Ere sorcerous darkness breaks

 

A shining light cuts through stygian night

   A magi rides through the writhing dark

Warding evil into heedless flight

    Hope is kindled in the keep


Into the gates the Magi rides

With staff held high, their power bides,

A beacon in the darkest hour,

Their magic wields both strength and power.


The seething horde now halts its march,

As spells and incantations arch,

The very air begins to crackle,

With energy, the world does dazzle.


The defenders, hearts now light,

With newfound hope, they stand and fight,

Elven archers, warriors bold,

Together they'll protect their hold.


The crimson sun begins to rise,

And evil from the city flies,

In the morning's gentle light,

They've vanquished darkness from their sight.


The ivory towers shimmer on,

Above the emerald sea's calm song,

The forest mists retreat from stone,

And peace and hope are now their own.


So ends the tale of Vendothand's plight,

And the Magi's courage in the night,

A saga of bravery, strong and bright,

In the face of darkness, they found their light.





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