Once upon a time...
No, too conventional. Hows about "Long ago in a distant land?" Also cliché, and therefore not what I want. What about "Down, deep down in the ground there dwelt?" I dunno, I don't think I want to confine myself to a cavern setting. Blast it all, let's just "Some time ago in a place that probably doesn't really exist" this story and see how it goes!
Oh, right, genre. I'm thinking classic fantasy with maybe some modern twists. Apparently my headspace is mostly filled with classic fantasy, which might be slightly obvious to those in the know, but who knows! I might do entirely random things! Anywho...
Some time ago, in a place that probably doesn't really exist, there lived a cat. By all accounts she was a pretty normal cat. She lived a catty life and dreamt catty dreams. Then a thing happened, but she was just a cat and didn't really care or pay attention. Conflict arose around her, but she just catted around it, mostly ignoring things that didn't involve her. At somepoint the conflict reached its climax, but she didn't care, she mostly just ate and slept with some grooming mixed in occasionally. A resolution occured and one side of the conflict emerged the victor, and there she was, still not caring about it because she was actually just a cat. Cats have no time for the menial conflict of lesser beings, so she had no time for this epic tale that was unfolding around her. Before long everything was back to normal for the world at large, but she continued to not pay attention. She lived out the rest of her life as a very normal cat, nothing important or extraordinary happening to her, and she was content.
How's that? Huh? You thought it was weird and had no point? Yeah, that was kind of the point. I'm a strange guy, and make strange things and a story with no direct point or meaning or actual progression is something I'd do just because. Metaphors? What metaphors? I mean, being that it's a story that I just made up on the spot you could probably make something up, but I can assure you that I did nothing intentional with anything that might be construed as a metaphor.
Okay, round 2, based in the realm of Eorzea (which is from a game I play regularly), readygo! Edit: minor preface, the measuring system in Eorea is basically inches and yards but uses the terms "ilm" and "yalm" instead...because...reasons...to make it fictional I guess? Also currency is "gil"
Off in the distance she spotted it, a glimmer on the horizon that would be missed by most folk looking from the same range. She knew in an instant that it was her mark thanks to years of honing her senses and learning the geography around Limsa Lominsa, the city-state of organized pirates. Urging her steed and companion Felwind forward, they trotted along at a quick pace to avoid distractions and hoping dearly that they'd reach the mark in time. Timing always came into play when on the hunt, being off by even a second could end disastrously.
Making good time through the meadow they arrive on the scene with time to spare. The target is massively tall, with an incredibly hard carapace but slow moving to the point of being nearly stationary. Quietly dismounting Felwind about thirty yalms away, she proceeds slowly and silently to avoid attracting unwanted attention. As she sneaks towards it she loosens her trusty axe from its holster, readying it in her hands to strike. With a deep, calm breath she winds up, no hesitation in her motion, and swings hard. With a solid "Whack!" the axe finds its mark. Over and over she strikes, deepening the the wound until it collapses onto the ground. It's over. She cleans her axe and puts it back in its holster, slight grin on her face as she admires her handiwork lying on the ground.
"This'll make some high quality Ebony lumber," she says aloud, talking to herself. "Should be able to get a good chunk of gil for this, people seem to be using quite a bit of it lately."
"Kweh!" Felwind chimes in, apparently pleased.
"Yeah! Let's get this hitched up so we can get it back to town quick-like, I don't like to keep the markets waiting" she says as she motions at Felwind to come over. With a practiced hand she binds up the log with sturdy ropes and attaches it to Felwind's barding. "Kweh..." he sighs impatiently, this is always the longest wait. "Oh hush you. We'll be on our way soon enough, I know you have a hard time standing still" As she pulls the last knot taught Felwind lets out a soft chirrup in anticipation. A quick once over for all the fastenings and she give him the okay. They walk side by each through the early morning sunlight shining over the coastline.
And that's as far as I got before getting busier than anticpated. I'm probably actually gonna continue this, I think it's a decent start.
Anywho, I'm off! Cheers!
~Cam
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