AMA AND THE PAINTED WORLD / A WIP INTRO
Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, a place full of magic and whimsy that, at first, existed just in her mind.
Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, and with each gentle brushstroke, it came to life.
Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, in which darkness cut like a knife.
GENRE: Fantasy
POV: Single, 3rd Person Limited
STATUS: 1st Draft
THEMES: whimsy | kind of a fun way to face your demons | magic | found family because it’s always there | mental health | fun magical creatures | and not so fun ones | finding one’s inherent value | PAINting
There is a magic in the telling of stories and painting of entirely new worlds —
Ama of Tamveil knows this well. An orphan raised among some of the greatest minds of the Bormens Institute of the Arts and Sciences, she had never felt more at home - or at peace - then when holding a paintbrush.
Through the years, by her own hand, she creates a painted world - iridescent in its beauty, perfect in its calmness. A world where a single thought brings fantastic creatures and incredible landscapes to life. A place of warmth she could retreat to if the need arose. But all is not as it seems, and now a darkness is spreading beyond her control and to fight back she must unravel why it is happening and who is behind it. To do so she will need to fight monsters out of her worst nightmares, twisted visions, all so she can return colour to her Painted World and escape.
Ama un Tamveil // the painter. determined and full of warm smiles but lost in self-doubt
Ethusa an Oeschman de Brün // the instructor. stern but loving. a master of the visual arts.
The Painted Essences // the aspects. the various inhabitants of the painted world. good or bad.
“Take this,” in Ethusa’s hands was a beautiful wooden paintbrush, with a silver ferrule and a carefully engraved handle. “Whenever you are afraid, or simply feel alone, take this and think of me. Think of me and create a world as you see fit for only you can do that. Your own beautiful world where everything is whatever you wish it to be, and you are safe and loved. Just as I love you, little Ama. Paint and feel.”
Ama could feel a lump in her throat, so tight it choked her, lip trembling as she picked up the brush. It was light and fit right into her smaller, calloused hand. “Thank you,” she stammered. “I will make you proud, I promise. I will keep learning and one day I’ll even be as good as you.” Ama finished with a teasing smile and tears in her cheeks.
Ethusa laughed her melodic laugh and framed Ama’s face between both of her hands gently. “No, you will be better.”
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