#perspective prompt

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Writing Prompt #7

Write a scene using a POV you don’t usually work with!

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Writing Prompt #5

Write a scene from the perspective of a fly on the wall!

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By Ken Hultgren

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The Wall

Every day they come. Some, for the history Some, to mourn All come to reflect So I pay them back in kind From my mirror finish They see their translucent Reflections floating like ghosts Among the names Engraved on me            Each, a soul                 Each, a soldier                       Each, a sacrifice           Heroes, all I'm proud to carry These names... I just wish I didn't have to.

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A Matter of Perspective | Not Accepting

Do people actually travel that far south? Really? I suppose the allure of the unknown will always appeal to a certain type... I can’t say I don’t understand to some degree. There is so much I want to know about myself. If I had to travel to broken lands to find answers, then perhaps I would.

But it’s a terrifying prospect all the same. If that land truly is cursed and broken, could you survive at all? Would you return cursed and broken as well...?

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A Matter of Perspective | Not Accepting

I have never been to the southern continent. I have never seen a desert with my own eyes, though I’ve been told it looks like a beach if the sea were also made of sand. It sounds very dry and hot and not very comfortable.

By extension I know very little of Icathia... the vague whispers of that place are always spoken in the most hushed quiet, the words too low for me to make out. I can only tell that it’s a place of great danger. What few Demacian historians I’ve encountered on my hunt for new novels and educational manuals have spoken very ill of the land and its forgotten history. Some have said the first Demacians fled from the south, away from the evils of the Rune Wars, to form what would be the kingdom of today.

What did they leave behind so many years ago...? What remains? What festers in that forgotten place...? Does anyone live there?

I may never know. All I know it to be is a cursed land, with cursed people if they do happen to call that place home.

[ladybuvelle]

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A Matter of Perspective | Not Accepting

It’s very difficult to hear any news about Ionia here in Demacia... much to my dismay. I have so little idea what is going on in my homeland. Sometimes what few sailors or travelers pass through may bring something to share, but one has to be careful what they say around here when it comes to magic. Most are unlikely to believe you and brush off your stories as nonsense, but others might take it too seriously. You can never truly know the company you keep sometimes.

That said, on the fringes of the kingdom things are far more lax. And more open to adventurers and merchants and travelers. I have heard stories of a beautiful but bewitching woman living on an island in the sky, her hair as pale as the clouds and her eyes as violent as lightning and fire. In the local language she was referred to as a witch, though I assume her to be some sort of mage.

I know very little else about this woman. Or even if she’s real or not. She could simply be a fairy tale. I wonder if, in Ionia, I am a fairy tale to some people as well...?

[ladybuvelle]

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A Matter of Perspective | Not Accepting

Quinn and Valor. What an odd but exceptional pair. Quinn is a scout of sorts for the Demacian army as I understand it. I imagine that means she treks through the woodlands and fields searching for spies and enemy encampments within our borders, or possibly beyond. It sounds like terribly dangerous work. She seems a capable woman, though. There’s a certain quality I’ve come to know in her that seems common in soldiers and knights. A kind of distance in social situations. She strikes me as someone only truly comfortable with her bird companion in her element. But maybe I’m wrong. I’ve never been the most socially adept myself. Perhaps we both simply know the expected cues.

Speaking of Valor, he is a large, blueish bird. I believe he’s an ‘azurite eagle’? I’ve seen drawings of them in books on Demacian wildlife, as I quite like small birds myself, but large birds make me nervous. His talons make me nervous. The way he turns his head around and his round little eyes... I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Quinn seems to understand him just fine. Perhaps ‘bird people’, as one might say, are simply different in that way. I could see that.

She has the look about her that one might expect from her profession, with wild but not unkempt brown hair and sharp eyes. Her eyes are very striking, honestly. I imagine she has exceptional sight given she uses a crossbow. And a kind voice. I feel there’s quite a bit of empathy in the way she speaks, and I can always appreciate that. I feel she speaks very honestly. Though that said, I’m unsure of how to classify us... given all that has happened, between her, my mother, and her brother. And me.

I feel too guilty to count her as a friend. She doesn’t know, as far as I know, what I have done. What I am capable of doing. If she did, would she hate me? Would she turn her arrows and her bird on me? No, I feel too dishonest to call her a friend. She deserves better than someone as deceptive as I am... perhaps it’s best this way.