#wip:world

[onirique-writes]

last chapter of wip:world (ch.40) i could cry

[onirique-writes]

5k words away from 100k,,, feeling devious

[onirique-writes]

THE DEATH OF THE WORLD - WIP Introduction

"Body slick with sweat and trembling, Mavis collapsed onto the floor and could do nothing but watch as the walls caught and the sconces burned. Her hearing tunneled, the Oracle’s cries nothing more than whispers. The building began to crumble, chunks of stone falling to the ground, and she lay there, blinking slowly, her breaths heavy, and her body alight."

DETAILS

☆genre : fantasy ☆pov : third//multi ☆themes : martyrdom & victimhood, fate, human divinity, grief of a nation & oneself ☆status : drafting ☆draft # : 3

CHARACTERS

☆mavis : believes the world is inherently rotten. her parents abandoned her, demons terrorize the streets, and in her most vulnerable moment, the people of the world she is meant to save did not pause to help her. and now she knows that she was saved for the sole purpose of dying an even more agonizing death in service of a world she does not care for ☆an :  inherited a fracturing empire in the wake of a plague that has all but completely destroyed it. when a girl with the power of a god shipwrecks on his island, he is forced to reckon with what is right and what his people need ☆juai: has spent her whole life without imperfection in order to prove to her family that the mercy of letting her live was not a mistake. she is willing to pay them back with everything she has, whether it be through magic or marriage. but meeting mavis reveals wants in her she didn't know she had; although she understands mavis is marked for death, the more she gets to know her, the more she needs that not to be true

SYNOPSIS

Mavis was born to die. A thousand years ago, a young girl burdened with the power of a god sacrificed herself to save her people and became known as "The Death of the Empire." Now, Mavis has been born with that same purpose-- to sacrifice herself for the greater good-- completely unbeknownst to her. She lives within the kingdom of Yvelin inside of its wretched capital city, Rohaire, lorded over by the Blood King and his host of demons. Until one day Mavis makes a shocking discovery and the demons smell un-captured magic in the air and come for both her and her adopted father, leaving only tragedy in their wake. Alone and with powers she doesn't know how to control, she flees and shipwrecks within the archipelago nation of Catar where she must hide both her abilities and her foreign identity in order to receive the aid she needs and fulfill the prophecy, even if it means sacrificing herself.

EXCERPT

Mavis’s heart stuttered in her chest, both from fear and the sickening knowledge that there was nothing to be done. She had been born to die and she would, no matter what. «It will be painless. You saw Imene, how she smiled.» I’m not worried about pain. It was true. Why worry about pain when she was too consumed by the grief of knowing that she had so little time left and had not even lived much of life? Why am I a Champion? Why not just call me a martyr? «You are not a martyr yet.»

TAGLIST

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[onirique-writes]

i... i fear that almost 80k into wip:world, i have just discovered the plot hole of all plot holes...

[onirique-writes]

i'm going back and rereading ever chapter from an's pov and it's really interesting! i obviously know everything that's already happened, but only having half a book is a fun, new way to look over it and gives me the opportunity to reconsider some things

while mavis is living her WORST life running away from literal demons with a death prophecy hanging over her, he's having tea with people he hates and worrying about trade agreements

[onirique-writes]

i've hit 60k on draft 3!!

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find the word tag!

thank you @jeanliterary! these are all from wip:world. im riding the high of finishing draft 3 :)

moon

The message was written in verse, the last line of the eighth stanza, requesting he meet her: “where we might become immortal, in the grove of our cups, lifted on the beams of the buckled moon.”

hand

Had he died during the Craze, he never would have met Cahya, or read his favorite books, or tried his hand at poetry. He never would have swam again or met his grandfather. Even loving Tunang, while it may have hurt in the end, was something he was grateful to have experienced.

even

Mavis shook with fear, even though she knew it was her own twisted subconscious. She hadn’t been in the city when it’d burned, she’d been on the hill. But it didn’t matter. She was here now, and she felt it. Something grabbed her leg and she screamed as Loltte crawled towards her, half her face melted from the heat.

blink

Peter blinked at her, brows raised. “Half the towns from Rohaire to Mustruin have been wrecked by the White Cloaks.” He hugged his brother closer to him. “Including ours. The Council of Crowns announced emergency once the Cloaks left the confines of the capital. Everyone’s fled.”

☆ tagging: @orphanheirs @writingwithsnails @inadequatecowboy

your words are: level, throw, mouth, and groan

[onirique-writes]

mmm love rereading my draft and realizing that it kind of eats