The Monthly PAW: April 2021 Voting
ANother weak month for PAW (in quantity) but let's hope for more submissions next month!
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Photography - Blossoms
Art - Shoujo
Writing - Fantasy
Something is always happening in this wide world. A bird is chirping, a tree is aging, stoves are burning, students are studying, office workers are hating on their boss, some insane person is rotting away at an asylum, a murderer is killing someone - you name it. Sometimes such actions stay long after they are committed. They turn the course of history, or simply a story. Sometimes a person has no effect on history or even a simple story. Some think about it and feel relieved about not having such decisions forced unto them by fate. Some think about it and they rage, rage against the dying of the light. Some pay it no thought. Mimosa paid it some thought. She was keenly aware of the cosmic cogs turning, mysteries brewing, battles churning. She read about them in books. These things happened to people in books. People who might be exceptional or absolutely nondescript. Mimosa wondered: Would a book ever happen to her?
The threads of fates were constantly being weaved into the tapestry of being. One sunny day, a stray thread found its way to Mimosa and threw her into the heart of a spinning cog that was turning the pages of history.
That day had begun in a usual way. Mimosa had woken up 15 minutes after her alarm and rushed to get ready for the day. She was a very average person. She came from a family with its own share of drama, worked at a small office that managed to survive the harsh competition of the business world, had friends from school who were always planning over texts to meet up on weekends but never actually making it, and Mimosa took those weekends to drown herself in fiction books. This had been a weekday, so she was in a hurry to get ready for work. She burned her omelet and poured too much sugar in her coffee. She gulped it down while wanting to curse herself but instead simply felt disappointed. Then she got dressed and sailed out the door, skipping back immediately to check if she had properly locked it, then rushing on only to come back for the umbrella she had forgot. The sun was out and shining without reserve and Mimosa did not want to get burned like her omelet. Her apartment was about a fifteen-minute walk from the subway station. She had to cross a crowded residential area to get there. It was in the old part of the town and the streets were narrow with lots of dark alleys where suspicious looking people could loiter. Mimosa half-walked, half-ran to get to the station quickly, checking her watch, thinking about how late she might be for work if she didn't catch the 6 train, completely unaware of the fact that only a couple of meters away from her, battle raged between the forces of good and evil.
This was your average superpower story. One victim of society turned bitter from having terrible disasters flung his way and took on the self-proclaimed role of purging this world of injustice. But he was hurting others in the process and some good guys could not let that happen, so they tried to stop him. Thus the two parties clashed. Henchmen versus heroes, villains versus heroes. Of course, we need multiple good guys because the villain is merciless in his wrath and the heroes were, well, righteous people who had to protect every puppy that wandered onto their battlefield. One such skirmish was going on in the locality where Mimosa resided. A hero struggled with some fiery lizards that wanted to blowtorch the world and would not sit for counseling to learn why it was bad. The hero was, therefore, trying his utmost to kill them instead. This fight was taking place in an alleyway between two houses. The dwellers of each house noticed nothing, thanks to a barrier the hero had put up when the battle started.
Mimosa ran by that very alley on her way to the station. In her hurry, she didn't notice that something had come loose from her bag and fallen on the street. It was a small plastic Pokémon figurine. A Caterpie. Her favorite Pokémon. She would later feel very sad for losing it and scold herself for attaching it to her bag instead of keeping it safely tucked away in her house. But just now, she had no idea it happened. She hurried on. A few minutes later, the hero was backing out of the alley, fending off a lizard that was trying to claw his eyes out because he had snuffed its flames for the moment. He thrust forward with his sword which flung the lizard back into the alley but the hero himself lost his balance. He stepped on the Caterpie figurine and slipped, falling on his back. He hurt himself but that gave him a new perspective. He saw the bellies of the lizards that had only shown their scaly backs to him until then. Their bellies were completely unguarded.
"Long Range Jutsu," he aimed with his sword, "Piercing Arc!" Flashes of blue light shot out of the tip of his sword as he swung it, and hit all four lizards he had been fighting at the same time. The startled lizards disintegrated the way monsters did. That was a good thing because heroes didn't have to do cleaning duty to keep innocent civilians from coming across a messy battleground.
The immediate crisis averted, the hero sat up and took a moment to catch his breath. He picked up the Caterpie figurine he had slipped on. It was small, attached to a loopy string. Had it not been for this, he might not have found out the weak point of the lizard demons and he could have lost. Feeling a strange sense of thankfulness, he pocketed the figurine and got up. The fight was not over yet. He ran off to his next mission and he never got to meet Mimosa, whose clumsily tied accessory had kind of saved his life that morning. And being a background character, Mimosa never got to learn about the war and the role of her Caterpie figurine in the story, or even a dialogue.
Come close as I spin you a tale.
On the the 4th Paragon Age. We start our story with a young lad named Waeron Kirnsons. He was young barely eighteen summers old He lived with his family near the borders due to how large the kingdom was living so far out tended to be dangerous not because of the other kingdoms it is more due bandits and the amount of animals out there who would prey on some young kids especially during winter season. In the winter season countless mothers mourn the deaths of their sons or daughter.
It was only recently they got more guards to protect the village from bandits and some hungry wolves and bears. They even started constructing a wooden wall to help them defend.
Even with walls made out of wood it should be more then enough to discourage outsiders to attack a village.
Our young lad Waeron was luckily one of the people soon to be assigned to help build the wall. His mother Zirria of course hopes he doesnt get the task to go out and gather materials and hopes her little boy is more on the construction team. But as Fate would have it he got assigned to the gathering squad. It may be due to his rather insufficient building experience unlike the other boys of the village who helped their fathers with the farm and some of the newer homes.
Waeron on the other hand wasnt disappointed. He seemed quite glad since he alwaya preffered chopping wood like his old Pa Kirn
Who once told that he chopped down a great oakwood in one swing.
Waeron himself tried doing so many times but everytime he needed more then one swing... up to 50 swings at times if not more. Great Oakwoods are no simple task to chop down which makes them very valuable as a wood source since they are durable, big and very versitale. If its long lasting fires or foundations for new homes it was useful.
Waeron after being assigned got his first job with his squad. Most of them were his age and they had 2 adult men help them in case something happened. They departed but do not fret they have to return multiple times since their sleds can only carry so much materials by the end of the day they would do at least 5 tours if not more or less depending in the distabce and the young adults themself before it break into dawn.
Waeron was very enthusiastic as well as rich on stamina as some would say. Not only did he chop down the most trees he helped another of his fellows push their sleds while actually helping that fellow on his back due to an unfortunate landing of a tree on his leg.
The two men were very impressed with what he was capable of and wondered what type of man his father then is.
This gathering went on for a while on day five everything seemed normal as usual aside some small injuried but this time no big ones like at the first day.
They ran into a pack of very odd looking wolves.
The two guard told them to push the sleds faster and to make haste to the village.
Everyone grabbed the sleds and made quick haste. Well all aside our lad Waeron here
You see Waeron didnt felt fear seeing those wolves, quite the opposite he saw how one of the guards quickly impaled one on the head with his spear. Waeron couldn't believe his own eyes he barely saw the guard or that wolf move and it was over same with the other guard eventhough it was the guard who sometimes helped chopping down trees with his own battle axe he was very agile.
He decided to stay and watch and saw that one of the guards got injured as well the moment he got off killing another wolf. The guard with the spear seemed to be disappoibted in himself but the guard with the axe smiled saying its over soon.
As he swung his axe he cut down 2 trees by accident but got stopped by the 3rd. The trees fell on the wolves forcing them to retreat as the guard with the axe laughed heartily and soon the one with the spear as well.
Waeron now knew he has to make haste or else they might notice him so he started running to where the group went.
He was laughing and amazed by those two not only getting rid of those wolves so quickly but how they did it fascinated him.
As he arrived at the village gate no one seemed to notice he just arrived or was gone by that matter or well almost no one as he feld a hand on his shoulder and a laugh too familiar.
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