Guest Posts
1
Competitions / Re: Short Story: Rare Mythology
« on: December 16, 2010, 07:38:12 pm »
I reserve owl's eye/ eagle's eye.
and here it is:
Once, many centuries ago, Artemis was traveling with her enchanted hunters. They came upon an old merchant, who offered them a place to stay for the night. Artemis, being as polite as she is, kindly accepted the offer. Soon after they settled in, the old merchant started to tell stories of his travels. He came upon a story about his travels through a mountainous land. He told of fighting a large wolf and becoming injured. The wolf had bitten part of his arm off, and he was bleeding badly. He soon managed to kill the wolf, but barely escaped with his life. As he came to the next mountain, the tallest of them all, he knew that if he ran into another animal, he would be killed. As he reached the peak, he noticed an odd bow frozen in the ice. He grabbed his ax and began to hack into the ice to obtain the weapon. After many hours of work, he managed to get to the bow. It was an odd blue color, but he knew it was powerful. As he pulled the bow from the ice, his arm was immediately healed. As he turned around from the ice to begin his journey down the mountain, he found a large bear standing before him. Much larger than the previous one he fought. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled out the bow, notched an arrow, and killed the bear. He realized that in a time of need the bow would fight for him. Artemis was very intrigued by this story, and asked if he still had the bow. The merchant went into his tent and came out with a large, glowing, blue bow in his hands. His face was distorted and he had an evil look in his eyes. He slowly drew the bow and pointed it at Artemis. But he was too late, the goddess had known the power in the bow the moment she saw it. The bow was much too powerful for any human or god to wield. By the time the man had time to pull back the string; she was behind him and pulled the bow from his arms. She put the bow into an enchanted bag and carried it with her. She knew of this mountainous land that the old man had spoken of. After many months of traveling, the came upon the large mountain. The goddess left her hunters at the foot of the mountain and began the dangerous climb. As she reached the peak, she could feel the power humming in the air. As the placed the bow back into the ice, she realized how it had come into existence. There was, something, traveling throughout the world and gifting amazing places with the power to create weapons that signify them. This weapon represented air. And she knew that there were others, and she must find them. If the weapons fell in the wrong hands, it could be the end of the world as we know it; supposed gods could form and use the weapons to destroy heroes of battle. She set out to search for them, but they were never found. She never discovered the weapons, but she always knew they were in existence. Eventually, after years of traveling and searching for the other powerful weapons, she returned to the site of the bow. What she found their will haunt her forever. The bow, the all-powerful bow, was gone. Someone, somewhere, was using the bow for something. She never found the bow again, but always knew it was being used for battle. Do you know where it is?
608 words
and here it is:
Once, many centuries ago, Artemis was traveling with her enchanted hunters. They came upon an old merchant, who offered them a place to stay for the night. Artemis, being as polite as she is, kindly accepted the offer. Soon after they settled in, the old merchant started to tell stories of his travels. He came upon a story about his travels through a mountainous land. He told of fighting a large wolf and becoming injured. The wolf had bitten part of his arm off, and he was bleeding badly. He soon managed to kill the wolf, but barely escaped with his life. As he came to the next mountain, the tallest of them all, he knew that if he ran into another animal, he would be killed. As he reached the peak, he noticed an odd bow frozen in the ice. He grabbed his ax and began to hack into the ice to obtain the weapon. After many hours of work, he managed to get to the bow. It was an odd blue color, but he knew it was powerful. As he pulled the bow from the ice, his arm was immediately healed. As he turned around from the ice to begin his journey down the mountain, he found a large bear standing before him. Much larger than the previous one he fought. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled out the bow, notched an arrow, and killed the bear. He realized that in a time of need the bow would fight for him. Artemis was very intrigued by this story, and asked if he still had the bow. The merchant went into his tent and came out with a large, glowing, blue bow in his hands. His face was distorted and he had an evil look in his eyes. He slowly drew the bow and pointed it at Artemis. But he was too late, the goddess had known the power in the bow the moment she saw it. The bow was much too powerful for any human or god to wield. By the time the man had time to pull back the string; she was behind him and pulled the bow from his arms. She put the bow into an enchanted bag and carried it with her. She knew of this mountainous land that the old man had spoken of. After many months of traveling, the came upon the large mountain. The goddess left her hunters at the foot of the mountain and began the dangerous climb. As she reached the peak, she could feel the power humming in the air. As the placed the bow back into the ice, she realized how it had come into existence. There was, something, traveling throughout the world and gifting amazing places with the power to create weapons that signify them. This weapon represented air. And she knew that there were others, and she must find them. If the weapons fell in the wrong hands, it could be the end of the world as we know it; supposed gods could form and use the weapons to destroy heroes of battle. She set out to search for them, but they were never found. She never discovered the weapons, but she always knew they were in existence. Eventually, after years of traveling and searching for the other powerful weapons, she returned to the site of the bow. What she found their will haunt her forever. The bow, the all-powerful bow, was gone. Someone, somewhere, was using the bow for something. She never found the bow again, but always knew it was being used for battle. Do you know where it is?
608 words