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~ Vivienne Waltzer
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A drop of water filled the land.
One splash at a time, the revolution was spun into nothing. Soldiers be stilled; the land was yearning. Yearning, for just one drip of water. One drop. A whole mountain full. Anything. Anything at all...
The drop of water that was received accumulated to one quart. Then... nothing. Absolutely dreadful; be stilling nothing. The cocky princess ahead of them stayed silent, but inside; her heart trembled. She watched from the tower.
“Your people don't get the nutrients you deserve, until you cease the revolution.” She coldly proposed. “Taking me down is not the answer. I answer... to no one.”
“Princess Estelle, this madness has to end!” the great lady of the town exclaimed. “Our drought is maddening, it is crippling our people! Has power made you mad?”
The princess sighed. She turned her head the other direction and cocked her head to the side. “In time, all this will end. I promise. Please, end the revolution.”
“The revolution will end,” Alexander told her. “It already has ended. But it will only rise again for various reasons! Don't you understand? Our land has become mush— we need a helping hand. Your majesty, I demand you turn on the rain machine!”
It all began with a young girl... and a young boy.
“Yes mother, I understand!” shouted a girl from the distance. “Don’t freight, mother! I am willing to run a few errands! Alright! Okay! Good day!”
The argument between her step mother and her only seemed to grow with impact. The girl sighed stubbornly, tired of being housed inside. Her mother hadn't allowed her outside the house in weeks, blaming it on severe weather.
“I don't talk to strangers, mother! Please wish me blessings for the road home,” the young girl told her.
“My name is Mae!” she stubbornly shouted.
“Mae, dear, yes— well… may your journey be safe, Mae. Do be careful,” her mother explained.
“Certainly!” Mae stubbornly left.
The door slammed. Mae made her way outside for the first time in a while, taking a breath of fresh air in what seemed to be ages. She stared at what appeared to be the town Netheron, becoming breathless, stopping just to feel the sand beneath her shoes. The sand felt dry and hot, but it was darker than night. It rumbled under her toes as she stood, corresponding with the appearance of the red sky. In different parts of Huerta there were different colors of the sky because of its unique ecosystem, but theirs had quickly changed from purple to red because of a need for rain. The mystical earth would think it impossible, but this was never earth.
Mae continued walking.
Surely, the crossbow would be a better tactic than the gun. Or the knife. Mae could never tell Mr. Monette, how she faired at crossbow training in her school. The only girl in her class, she knocked everyone out of the water with her simpleminded accuracy, causing an eruption of teasing from the male class. Mae simply found the teasing to be deadening, so she ate lunch alone in the hallways of her school and decided friends were simply better left out than not. Drusilla always prepared her for the worst of situations and never the best, and always taught her to be a simpleminded individual, and proceed to make the best out of everyone’s supreme hatred for her actions. Sometimes Mae wondered if she had resorted to this by her complex nature, but Drusilla was far likeable and well known, so Mae figured it was a flaw in her system.
Estelle by far, after all, had set the worst possible example for the fate of Netheron. What she could have possibly done to her land, and what she had done, was far worse than any of Mae’s solitude and sudden isolation. Mae absolutely disliked her, for Estelle hated everyone. Estelle couldn’t possibly feel favorable for anyone but herself.
As she thought of these things, she geared her crossbow towards the center of the target. She locked onto it, pulling the gear to launch it…
“Ms. Victorine!” Shouted a voice.
The arrow hit the side and spun upwards, rising up and then solidly hitting the ground with a thump. Mae turned to her onlooker, glaring at what appeared to be an innocent looking Otto, with a cheesy looking smile on his face. Otto, whom purposely trifled her, snickered with a gleaming grin.
“My, Ms. Victorine. Might I say you look ravishing today,” he proclaimed. “You’re quite the shot.”
Netheron Characters and Story Summary!
The Revolution is here. People are in blind site of what is wrong and what is right. Among them is a girl named Mae, who is kept indoors by her caretaker Drusilla. The doors have opened, and Mae is forced into the Festival of Tears, an event where one boy and one girl must fight to reach the Rose Maiden's Kingdom. Her trainer desires her to capture the Rose Maiden and punish her for all she's done, however... Estelle, the Rose Maiden, might not be entirely guilty.
Netheron's finalized writing is due by the end of September, to the middle of October.
Netheron's final story with the drawings permitted is due by December to early January
Evette "Mae" Victorine
The main character. Mae is an orphan girl, taken in by Drusilla. She is hardworking, tomboy, but still understands manners, however little she manages to show them. She is rather poor, growing up on the poor side of Netheron. Her real parents are unknown to even her.
Clarence "Otto" Othan
A wealthy merchant who spends his time growing flowers in Estelle's plantation for the town, the last known green plants of the town. He claims to be a prince of another land, who sides with the revolution that wants to overthrow Estelle. He is rather flirty to the girls he likes, and used to be in an arranged marriage with Estelle, before canceling it because of her tyranny.
Estelle Mari Violetta
A princess who sides with inventing and rearranging her masterpiece, the Rain Machine. She is considered a tyrant by some, and a genius by others. However, she is very hated by her people, due to her flimsy manners and way of ruling. Many people think her a princess gone mad, as she long ago used to be respected, until she came into power after the mysterious disappearance of her parents. She is mostly hated due to her inventions.