Plot Challenge: Land of Three Moons

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Kitti, Mar 21, 2012.

  1. [​IMG]

    To Participate: THINK FAST. Don't waste any time. The first idea(s) that comes to mind, write it down and post it!
    NOTE: You can reply to this post with your own challenge additions at any time! If you decide to borrow someone's concept for a roleplay, make sure you give credit. Learn more about the Roleplay Challenges HERE.

    Challenge Phrase: Land of Three Moons
  2. Having three moons was nice, until the three moons were shuffled about. Now the Big Planet's entire life has been changed. Night is day, day is night, every single creature on the Big Planet is stressed and getting violent. They depended upon the three moons to balance out the Big Planet's tendency to invoke the primal actions in the inhabitants there, and now that the moons are no longer balanced... no one is the same, except for the people of the moons and those of us that were born on those moons to one parent of the Big Planet and one parent of a moon. We and the pure-breds are the only ones left sane, but even we are losing ourselves because of our Big Planet roots. We must find a way to lead these moons back to their places before the Big Planet consists of nothing more than crazy people, people that used to be our family. The rulers of the moons, though... they are the only ones that can truly control the moons. Someone did this on purpose, one of the rulers from one of the moons... I am afraid we, the ones that want to live in harmony, will face much opposition when we try to put the moons back in place. Why would someone do this to the Big Planet's people? What will they do to ensure their strange plans succeed?
  3. Salai'yah gazed up at the three moons as she used to from her foyer of the palace from a tree branch in the heavily forested woods. She had always seen them from that prepsective until a year ago when she was banished by the evil witch who wanted her father's throne. Her once long golden hair was now a ruddy brownish color that matched her skin. Her ears had grown pointed and her facial features narrowed. The only thing that still lie vibrant were her eyes, emerald jewels that stared out into the distance, waiting, hoping. She was once a revered human of stature and title. The princess of the kingdom cherished by all, but none of that had been enough. She stowed away frequently to adventure when she should have stayed protected within the castle walls. It was so easy for the witch married to her father to push her out of the picture and curse her to this tree. She was now as much a part of it as it was her. She looked down at her barky looking skin. No one would even recognize her if they came looking for her. So she sat there, day and night, hoping for someone somewhere to come rescue her from this forsaken tree that was now her home. Her knight in shining armor must be out there.
  4. When the three moons all in a line stand so they all seem as one, one wish shall be bestowed upon the watcher.

    That is the core of the old legend passed down in my village, the story itself is so old that only a fragment of it is remembered till this day by the village elders but my grandmother always told it to me on the eve of no moons. I used to love that story, as a child I often wished I could see that happen and use my wish to get me and my family a better life, that we'd be rich, living in luxury without worries. Then reality hit me, my life was destroyed and I learned that wishes are for kids and irrelevant in the real life. But every time the moons are hiding my thoughts stray to my childhood, when every moon cycle started I always looked forward to the end when grandma told me old stories and legends of our village, I still remember all of them though I try to forget them as well as the times when I heard them without success. Now a days I miss those times, we may have been poor, we lived in a declining village and often had very little food from scarce harvests and bad weather but we had good lives still, love and happiness filled our lives. Now I had nothing left.

    Sitting alone in my own elegant chambers I keep to the large balcony where I can stare at the moons, wishing for my past life to be real again, in this cold world of money and power I miss the days when I was poor and hungry, at least it was better than this golden cage. I am free to wander the grounds but it isn't befitting for a lady to walk outside, besides what would I do outside? Look at the market, admire scenery I can never really take in fully anymore or maybe I should talk to people as normal is, but who would talk to a slave of the Emperor, a concubine.

    I know I have turned bitter and resentful, but who wouldn't. Your village raided in war, everyone killed before your eyes and then you are taken as a slave to the very person who is responsible. The one who started the war died in battle shortly after I was captured which is my slight source of happiness, and while his son indeed has started to put an end to the war his father started he can't erase the sins commited and so far no slaves are released, no concubines are yet given a choice of freely staying.

    I wear silk and fabrics so beautiful I never dreamed of it, gold silver, jewells, all are free for me to wear whenever I want, I can eat as much as I want of the best food yet I wonder what it all is worth, often as I sit on my balcony watching the three moons I ponder over just going to the railing, leaning over it and just let me fall, end my suffering. But something has always kept me from jumping, I don't know what exactly but it is powerful enough to hinder me. What's worse is, my herbs are failing me, I can feel the life in me growing and while I try to recent it, to hate it, my love for my unborn child grows for every day that passes. Soon I'm afraid people will notice and when my child is born they'll take it away from me, I've seen it before, mothers crying for their babies as the midwife carries it off. I don't know where. No one does, but it can't be to a good home, I've lost too much hope in the good of the world to believe in anything else than that our children are killed, murdered before they can really live.

    The night is approaching slowly now, tonight the three moons should be full, for a long time I have been avoiding the night sky, trying to forget my past to make my life easier, but tonight I really need the strength drawn from the moons. My fear of loosing my little child before seeing it, before feeling the weight in my arms or hear it live is already choking me, draining me of power. I need courage to hold out, but for what reason I wonder?

    The moons are late, they should already be glowing brightly in the sky, I know the night sky as well as any schoolar yet I can only see one, the largest moon. Confounded I rise from my cusions, staring closely at the moon. I've been wrong it isn't just one moon, it is three, the smallest closest to me, the middle and lastly the largest moon hides the other two unless you look closely. Stunned at first I stare as in trance, my grandmother wasn't just repeating stories and fairytales, they were all true, the moons did line up at times.

    A smile spread in my face as I admired the sight, then the legend hit me, what if that as well were true? Why shouldn't it if now the moons lined up then the rest of the legend should follow suite and be true as well. I'm too old to believe in fairytales, I shouldn't get my hopes up, I should just go to bed. But something held me still, like I was glued to the floor, what if continued to ring through my mind. What if, what if, what if. Giving up, I sighed, promising myself to not get my hopes up.
    I wish for my child to live, to grow up and be happy. Whatever happens to me my child deserves a life even if I'm not in it.