Shadows of Future's Past
Maxwell Alexander Drake
By unanimous decision from every member of
Cultus Draco, the story has been chosen!
In a realm where knowledge is gold and memories are currency, one needn’t train a skill but merely purchase a lifetime of experience to gain mastery. Bargains are sealed not with handshakes but with intimate gazes, an exchange of something remembered from one mind to another.
Meet Oray, a common woman by all accounts. Until that fateful day when she paid not with a relic of days gone by, but a haunting glimpse of what was yet to come. On that day, whispers enveloped her village in a cold grip of dread. As her foresight manifested with eerie precision, the community branded her cursed.
In a bid to purge the alleged malevolence, the village elders ordained a harrowing sacrifice: the searing of Oray's eyes to ensure no other could be infested by her evil. Reduced to a mere shadow of a person, tethered to her elder brother, solitude became her silent prison. Until fate once again intervened and led her to an enigmatic stranger who did not see a vile creature to be shunned, but a giving caring soul who would while away the days with him.
Yet, which is the one seeking comfort, and why?
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Missive from the Bard
Venturing into the chasm of my craft, I find myself eager to toy with uncharted motifs and narrative mechanisms as yet untouched by my quill. In contemplating what I want to do with this brief saga, two distinct opportunities emerged in my mind:
First, I've long declared a desire to pen a chronicle from a protagonist deprived of sight, and I feel this is my chance. Because I am ever bound by the sacred rules of true third-person limited, this will mean my descriptions must forsake all visual narration. Instead, I will need to paint a vivid tapestry for this tale using solely the melodies of sound, the perfumes of the air, the zest of flavors, and the caress of surfaces. A formidable challenge indeed, yet one that sets my heart ablaze with anticipation.
Second, my affection for the macabre tales of Penny Dreadfuls has always been a dark delight. In this tale, I shall assume the role of a M.A.D. alchemist, wildly fusing story elements as if they were volatile ingredients. This tale shall be a sinister fusion of the blood-thirsted Dracula, the abomination of Frankenstein's Monster, and the tragic enchantment of Beauty and the Beast.
Will my quill be able to deliver on such a lofty promise? Only those bound by the sacrament of Cultus Draco shall learn this answer.