Creative Corner

[i]You hear hatchlings giggle as waves crash onto the shore. Dragons from all over Sorneith have come to enjoy the Wavecrest Saturnalia by paying a visit to Camp Cuttlefish. As you walk along the beach, looking around at all of the cabins and activities taking place, you happen across a small cabin with a sign portraying a bloated puffer fish set upon a small satin pillow, resembling a crystal ball. With your curiosity piqued, you decide to enter the cabin. A handsome tundra sits in the back, trying to get a handle on some very excited dragons.[/i] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18520912] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/185210/18520912_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b]"Now now, everyone calm down! I know you're all excited, so how about a friendly competition?"[/b] [i]He asks, to which all in attendance nod eagerly.[/i] [b]Everyone take a peek into the crystal ball, and tell me what you see. There might even be something special for the ones that find the best visions."[/b] [i]The tundra looks up and notices you. He smiles and beckons you forward.[/i] [b]"Welcome to the Puffer Fish cabin! Please, have a go at the crystal ball, if you like. There's certainly no harm in a little peek."[/b] [center][b]~*Rules*~[/b][/center] This is a creative writing contest for festival-goers to try their hand at writing a prophecy for the world of Sorneith. That said, your prophecy does [b]not[/b] have to have anything to do with the Water flight or the Tidelord. Just have fun and be creative! Entries can be in poetry or prose. -Entries will be posted right here to the thread -Please ping me (Caspar) with your entry -One entry per person, please! -Please post your flight along with the ping and your entry. This contest is open to all flights, however this makes it easier to decide where to send the raffle tickets you get for participating (in-flight or out of flight) -Cabin closes on May 1st at rollover [center][b]~*Prizes*~[/b] First Place: [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/3327.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/equipment/9997.png[/img] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/940.png[/img] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/17529.png[/img] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/17530.png[/img] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/17531.png[/img] Second Place: [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7691.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/skins/10001.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/skins/17525.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/equipment/17530.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/17531.png[/img] Third Place: [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/581.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/17531.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/576.png[/img] [b]~*Special Thank You To My Fellow Judges*~[/b] @Merellia @tigressRising @nemodave @Flaeyr None of this could be done without you![/center]

And we're open!

@Caspar
I be an Icicle! I've never written a prophecy, so here goes!

Three wishes.

The wanderer wants a home.
The murderer wants to live.
The silenced want a voice.

The dreamer will save them all.

[center]@Caspar eh, might as well amirite? im in Earth btw, totally forgot about that this prophecy is meant to tie in with my clan lore, you can consult epidemic's bio in my lair for the gist of it, as well as puffin's ----- [size=4][font=cambria][color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21735636] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/217357/21735636_350.png[/img] [/url] A single Water-born Tundra stepped out of the crowd and approached the ball. She seemed skeptical at first, as if she believed the thing was rigged, giving it a tap of her claw before she settled down onto her haunches and squinted into it, straining to see some forced omen. Nothing happened. The longer Puffin sat, staring in front of the crowd, the more she itched and felt hot under the limelight. She growled, then fidgeted, then growled some more, all until she couldn't take it anymore. Her ears twitching and her snarl baring those battle-exclusive fangs, Puffin knocked the crystal ball aside, the crowd giving a shocked gasp as the relic flew to the ground and shattered. Puffin turned to leave, not caring at all for the ball or the shocked faces she received, when a glowing light caught in the corner of her eye. She stopped mid-stride, and looked back at the shattered remnants of the ball with a look of exasperated disbelief. A long, cool hiss rose from the ball, and the shards of glass seemed to be smoking. The hiss became a whisper, then from the whisper, a voice. Puffin trembled, the tone and words shaking her down to the bone. The room seemed to grow as cold as the Snowsquall Tundra itself. [i]"You seek triumph where there is none to be found,"[/i] The voice began. [i]"But you fail to see what is with you, around. Among your ranks will sleep a beast, preparing for a vic'try feast, and should you turn your own blind eye then lightning sure will rip the sky. Sibling to sibling, clan to clan, the world you love is almost damned. Beware the stripes of white and blood, beware the desert, it will flood. Your cries of wrong must turn to right lest you will not survive that night, when friend goes mad and toil ascends and what was an end will only begin. Let god awake and demon die, and once again, Sorneith will fly."[/i] Puffin had been holding her breath the entire incident, and it seemed as if many of the crowd had done the same. A few dragons behind her dropped, fainted, and for a moment the Tundras body was numb. The light ceased and the voice faded, the shattered ball returning to nothing more than shards of destroyed glass. For a moment, there was a sick, uneasy murmur. Then Puffin raised a paw, her feeling returning and her face blank and stupefied. [b]"....I didn't do it,"[/b] she mumbled.[/center] -----

@Dystopisaurus
Great prophecy-writing and adorable dragon! I didn't know that accent existed but it's great. :D

@Caspar [center]Ah prophecies, one of my favorite things to write! It's like poetry for me! I'm a Windy btw I actually have an ironic thing about this in that the Water Skydancer I have is the clan oracle! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19790669] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/197907/19790669_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=indie flower][color=green][size=4]The Skydancer walked up to the crystal ball, the cool surface of the orb smooth under his talons. He hovered his talons over the ball and sat for a few minutes with fruitless efforts. The crowd was growing impatient and restless with the silence up on stage. He growled to himself. Someone in the crowd made to leave. But suddenly, the Skydancer male felt something and opened his mouth to speak, but then paused as a feeling of icy chill crept along his being. It felt as if time had stopped for him, his heart rate that had been racing like a Wildclaw on the hunt had slowed to the pace of a sloth crawling. Something within him surged, an ancient power unseen by most dragons. His eyes glowed and his voice gained an eerie tone. [i]"In a realm above the trees Where they say the lost are found, A hidden danger awaits unseen In the skies to which these dragons are bound. Thriving on the hate of all It wanders in the night, Threading the stars with its harrowing call, It proclaims its terrifying might. With a roar that will shake the stones, A fierce power it stows, It shall usurp kings and deities from their thrones From every aerie to every cove. Be prepared, So I will warn, A time of blight shall be declared And our world shall soon be torn..."[/i] The Skydancer slumped forward, scared and exhausted of what had burst from his throat. The ball rolled off the table and thudded loudly nest to him, the impact cracking it. What did this prophecy mean for the dragons of Sornieth? And why had it come to such a young dragon, one who could be easily influenced or traumatized? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]Done![/b]

@Caspar Schallen from Shadow Flight, reporting! ------------------------------------------------------ [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22481320] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/224814/22481320_350.png[/img] [/url] Schallen was born blind, but with her disability came an unforeseeable talent: the gift of prophecy. Normally, her visions came in dreams aided by her ghostly crow familiar, perched constantly on her scaly shoulder. Most of the time...they weren't pleasant. At all. Logically, she hadn't wanted to come here or get anywhere near the ball. Why risk her health or sanity on a mere hatchling's game? [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=222836&tab=dragon&did=22499859]Verwischen[/url], on the other hand, had already given some dumb prophecy about fish, of all things, and was now pushing her towards the front of the crowd. With one last victorious shove, Schallen tripped forwards and landed snout-first on the dirt. She looked behind her, trying to send a glare at her pesky clanmate, but all was for naught. He had already disappeared. Heaving a sigh, she pads quietly over to the crystal ball, resting on its ornate pedestal. It's rather pretty and seems expensive: as if the tundra from earlier's mishap had never happened. How peculiar, Schallen thinks, then wraps her paws around the ball and brings it close to her chest. Her familiar lets out a raspy squawk. Something's not right. The ball is cold, frosty even, in the relative heat of the cabin. Ice crawls over Schallen's claws, sealing them to the glass, and she lets out a cry. Suddenly, she realizes it's a dream. The shapes of the dragons around her are fuzzy and indistinct, as if shrouded by fog. Slowly, she stands up, careful not to drop the orb still clutched in her talons. In the distance, a dark shape appears. It's moving slowly towards her. The more she focuses on it, the more her surroundings disappear and turn into a hazy murk. The only path of light is the one straight ahead, in the being's path. Only when it's a few meters away does Schallen realize it's a monster. The pearlcatcher screams, shattering the mirage-like stupor into a thousand shards of crystal glass. No, wait. That's the ball. She gasps and awakens with the fragmented orb scattered on the ground in front of her. Fortunately, none are close enough or large enough to have done injury to any dragon, so she apologies shakily to the blue-hued Tundra running the event and escapes with her familiar. Really, it was all Ver's fault.

@Caspar I'm from wind! ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22758847] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/227589/22758847_350.png[/img] [/url] A stately Ridgeback struts inside the small cabin and immediately turns his very big nose. "This room is throwing my chakra off balance. There's not enough natural light, that mirror is reflecting all the good luck out of that window, that desk is completely throwing off the fire energy in the south-" Suddenly, his eyes fall upon the crystal ball in the middle of the room. With an approving smile, he approaches it. "What do we have here? A crystal, sitting perfectly in the chi. I can feel the calmness emanating from that item." The Ridgeback moves in closer for a better look. Suddenly, the crystal turns blue, startling him. After composing himself, the Ridgeback is shocked to see a string of words slowly appearing on the ball's surface. [center][i]Within the muted marble castle walls, A single tear, so miniscule in size. But when the golden windswept statue falls, Expanding from the breach, rebellions rise. The verdant army falls upon the crown; The frozen emperor burns in purple flames His precious, unintentional traitors drown, Their magical undoing, in their shame. The tarnished castle creaks each day with weary, Beneath the shamrock queen, no voice exists. The sculptures tremble underneath her fury. But one diseased blackened tree resists. But when the shining trickster brings her end, The ruined castle, cracks and all, shall mend.[/i][/center] “Well, that made absolutely no sense,” With that, the Ridgeback turns and struts out of the room. ----- Apologies to anyone who actually knows feng shui, the stuff that Philemon says is based on very, very rushed research.

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Thank you all for your entries! They have been noted. :)