ElijahRyne
A Hermit that’s NOT that Lazy, currentlycomplainen
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At writers block. Here is a prompt, to take my mind off of improving, that I have already created.
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I live in an old, small, and desolate city called, Gullnain. Gullnain sits with the mouth of the Lauin river to its south, the Great Yixlna lake to its west, and the forested Golden mountain to its North. All of which create a natural boundary which seems to isolate the city from the world. Yet, also give it a reason to exist. Despite the fact that almost half of the year is winter.
Gullnain seems to have always existed in some form or another. 1,000 years ago it was a city on the mouth of a gold mine. Before that it was a fishing and boating town, before that a trading nexus, and before that a yearly stop for the nomads that used to live here. Now it lives as an ever shrinking port city, as most similar cities who invested in industry a century ago do.
Cities like mine tend to have their own legends and taboos, quite unique to their surrounding areas. Mostly due to a mix of Gullnain’s size and solitude, these legends still exist. There have always been rumors of ghosts, sorcerers, strange creatures, and hidden religions. Yet, everyone has a story about the Winter Eye.
In Gullnain, the sun in winter has always seemed like an alluring bait. The brighter it is, the more hospitable the outside seems. But it is then, the second you bite it and go out, the facade crumbles. In Winter out here, just standing outside for a minute is enough for your body to go numb. The warm sun that you expect, is not the one that you see. It is an Eye that illuminates an illusory playground that is cold enough to kill. Yet, the Eye hangs there, waiting for a fish to take its bait and run. It doesn’t care how long it will take, because someone always bites. If you do, you will never know how far out you have gone. It is only when the Eye closes that you realize that you are lost. Then, the net made by sharp wind and suffocating temperature will enclose around you, taking something from your soul. Your only solace is that that sacrifice will not kill you, by itself. If you find warmth, you might survive.
You are wrong if you believe that ignoring the Winter Eye will keep you safe. Once you know of the warmth of the sun, you have already unknowingly become its target. If you are lucky, you will die before your sacrifice.
Don, my best friend and neighbor, was a detective who was somewhat successful. It has been two weeks since anyone has seen him. He was best at working on the smaller, nonviolent, crimes, as well as thefts. This made him quite a few enemies, perhaps that is why he went missing. That is what everyone else believes, at least publicly. Yet I, like other natives of this city, always have a gnawing in the back of my mind when someone disappears in winter, constantly reminding me of the Eye.
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I live in an old, small, and desolate city called, Gullnain. Gullnain sits with the mouth of the Lauin river to its south, the Great Yixlna lake to its west, and the forested Golden mountain to its North. All of which create a natural boundary which seems to isolate the city from the world. Yet, also give it a reason to exist. Despite the fact that almost half of the year is winter.
Gullnain seems to have always existed in some form or another. 1,000 years ago it was a city on the mouth of a gold mine. Before that it was a fishing and boating town, before that a trading nexus, and before that a yearly stop for the nomads that used to live here. Now it lives as an ever shrinking port city, as most similar cities who invested in industry a century ago do.
Cities like mine tend to have their own legends and taboos, quite unique to their surrounding areas. Mostly due to a mix of Gullnain’s size and solitude, these legends still exist. There have always been rumors of ghosts, sorcerers, strange creatures, and hidden religions. Yet, everyone has a story about the Winter Eye.
In Gullnain, the sun in winter has always seemed like an alluring bait. The brighter it is, the more hospitable the outside seems. But it is then, the second you bite it and go out, the facade crumbles. In Winter out here, just standing outside for a minute is enough for your body to go numb. The warm sun that you expect, is not the one that you see. It is an Eye that illuminates an illusory playground that is cold enough to kill. Yet, the Eye hangs there, waiting for a fish to take its bait and run. It doesn’t care how long it will take, because someone always bites. If you do, you will never know how far out you have gone. It is only when the Eye closes that you realize that you are lost. Then, the net made by sharp wind and suffocating temperature will enclose around you, taking something from your soul. Your only solace is that that sacrifice will not kill you, by itself. If you find warmth, you might survive.
You are wrong if you believe that ignoring the Winter Eye will keep you safe. Once you know of the warmth of the sun, you have already unknowingly become its target. If you are lucky, you will die before your sacrifice.
Don, my best friend and neighbor, was a detective who was somewhat successful. It has been two weeks since anyone has seen him. He was best at working on the smaller, nonviolent, crimes, as well as thefts. This made him quite a few enemies, perhaps that is why he went missing. That is what everyone else believes, at least publicly. Yet I, like other natives of this city, always have a gnawing in the back of my mind when someone disappears in winter, constantly reminding me of the Eye.
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