The Crucible's Dross - Kyanite contest entry
The sky was a staccato of thunder and lightning which pleased Morkuni. That meant that the Thunderforged were coming. They always had good stories to tell.
Off in the distance, the storm clouds that typically accompany the brontotitans crash into a mountaintop. Wait... there wasn't a mountain in that area before. , Morkuni thought. Before it could muse on it more, an object the size of a house landed near it with a crash. It was the severed head of a brontotitan, jagged and slick with blood. One of the gigantic beasts of burden the Thunderforged travel on.
Step. Step. Swing. Twist. Parry. Block. Two figures furiously exchange blows in the thin air of a tower. The taller one, long and spindly, unleashing a barrage of blows that seems to overwhelm her shorter opponent. "I'm finally getting the edge over Papa! I think I might be ready after all." Mergo, the taller one, thought. "You're still lacking little one." Her father, the shorter one said.
"The Vorluni may have their beasts and magic, the Gorgonians their ferocity and the depths of their ancient empires, and the Caprans their tenacity. You, little one, have the blood of a thousand generations of Linnean Queens in you as well as of Hieron tua Gor-Rok Pinauia, may he still live on forevermore."
Step. Step. Swing. Twist. Parry. Block. Two figures furiously exchange blows in the thin air of a tower. The taller one, long and spindly, unleashing a barrage of blows that seems to overwhelm her shorter opponent. "I'm finally getting the edge over Papa! I think I might be ready after all." Mergo, the taller one, thought. "You're still lacking little one." Her father, the shorter one said.
"The Vorluni may have their beasts and magic, the Gorgonians their ferocity and the depths of their ancient empires, and the Caprans their tenacity. You, little one, have the blood of a thousand generations of Linnean Queens in you as well as of Hieron tua Gor-Rok Pinauia, may he still live on forevermore."
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