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May. 6th, 2007 09:29 pmThe room is darkened, the only light centred on the storyteller’s face. His audience, mostly children, gather around him, in chairs and on the ground. The one adult woman in the room sits cross-legged in the back of the room, waiting patiently for the tale to begin.
“I will tell you the story of the most dangerous of all the gods,” the storyteller announces. He takes his time preparing himself, letting the anticipation grow. “Once upon a time,”
Once upon a time, very long ago, when even your fathers’ mothers and fathers were not yet born, the kingdom was peaceful. It was ruled by a kind and just king and his beautiful queen. They had alliances with their neighbouring countries, and all was well with the land.
On the Day of Feasting, when all the land was rejoicing in its prosperity, the king and queen sponsored a great festival for their subjects. Children marched throughout the land waving banners and singing songs, and the people competed in tournaments to show off their courage and skill.
As the day reached the mid point, a mighty wind shook the festival, and the most terrible sounds overtook the singing. A blue box, taller than even I, appeared in the festival. The king and the queen were overjoyed, thinking that it was the chariot of the gods, and that perhaps even the High god himself had come to partake in the festivities. Out of the chariot walked a giant.
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Prompt: 1.1, The Most Dangerous
Word Count: 879
Rating: G
“I will tell you the story of the most dangerous of all the gods,” the storyteller announces. He takes his time preparing himself, letting the anticipation grow. “Once upon a time,”
Once upon a time, very long ago, when even your fathers’ mothers and fathers were not yet born, the kingdom was peaceful. It was ruled by a kind and just king and his beautiful queen. They had alliances with their neighbouring countries, and all was well with the land.
On the Day of Feasting, when all the land was rejoicing in its prosperity, the king and queen sponsored a great festival for their subjects. Children marched throughout the land waving banners and singing songs, and the people competed in tournaments to show off their courage and skill.
As the day reached the mid point, a mighty wind shook the festival, and the most terrible sounds overtook the singing. A blue box, taller than even I, appeared in the festival. The king and the queen were overjoyed, thinking that it was the chariot of the gods, and that perhaps even the High god himself had come to partake in the festivities. Out of the chariot walked a giant.
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oncoming_stormsPrompt: 1.1, The Most Dangerous
Word Count: 879
Rating: G
