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Evah stole vellum from the magistrates office, and then she wrote her stories on it. She could do this because she cleaned for them every day.

The only stories she knew were the legends the priests and bards and her elders told her - of dragons from the far east, of the wisps in the moors, of marauding bands of Half-men from the Spikes of God, of gods and goddesses both cruel and good. Only they weren't stories - they were truth, and these truths lay like a heavy weight on Evah's mind whenever she heard them.

Her stories were different. In her stories, there were no Gods, or sometimes there were, but they were not real. In one story her hero went to the Olympian Hills, only to find nothing but empty ruins and a crazed woman behind a veil who was as human as Evah was. In her stories, no monsters terrorized the hamlets and villages not protected by the Order of Paladins. The ghosts of their ancestors did not demand regular tributes of wine and grain, but instead rested peacefully in their graves. The people were free. Free to build their cities and make love and even imagine a different way of government that was not based on the mandates of priests, warlocks and warrior-kings.

The irony of her being found to harbour magical abilities was not lost to her when they sent her on her way to the lonely mountain monastery of the tyrannical Lady in Silver. The further irony of knowing that if she made her escape, it would merely turn her into yet another truthful legend made her resigned.

She still had her stories, though, and that gave her a temporary escape, at least.
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Based on the prompt "A fantasy world's fantasy world." by ~edzull

In all honesty, most fantasy worlds are awful, awful places for like 99% of their inhabitants. All those poor peasants getting roasted by dragons every other day. I tried to make this as un-parodic as possible, but meh. The title's "prosaic" is kind of like an antonym of fantasy/fantastic literature, in the definition of "commonplace; unromantic." Ha-ha.

Also, it's the second-to-last day of FFM! Omigosh! It's all gone so...very, very, very slowly =P I'll be sad and happy when it's over.
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joe-wright Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013   General Artist
Response challenge!:

Kulvir Cleavescale was a living legend. He didn't encourage the stories, but they bloomed in his wake, chronicling each and every impossible deed or miraculous feat. Every day he had to choose between slaying monsters or letting people die. If only there was something in between.

Sighing, Kulvir decapitated the dragon and dreamt of paperwork.
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:D Life's hard in a fantasy world, isn't it? Nice.
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NamelessShe Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love this! Especially this--->Her stories were different. In her stories, there were no Gods, or sometimes there were, but they were not real. In one story her hero went to the Olympian Hills, only to find nothing but empty ruins and a crazed woman behind a veil who was as human as Evah was. In her stories, no monsters terrorized the hamlets and villages not protected by the Order of Paladins. The ghosts of their ancestors did not demand regular tributes of wine and grain, but instead rested peacefully in their graves. The people were free. Free to build their cities and make love and even imagine a different way of government that was not based on the mandates of priests, warlocks and warrior-kings.
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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futilitarian Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013   Writer
I love what you did with this prompt.
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I saw the prompt and realized I had to write something. Luckily I managed a sub-300-word piece this time. Thank you!
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Osterkaktus Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I really liked this. Although your story was about a girl who wants to escape from her, you created a very interesting and detailed fantasy world in very few lines. Allow me to continue on your interesting story.

     Grenn would not be at the monestary for long. After the invasion there was not much left of the building in the mountain, and a lack of inhabitants left a sorrowful silence in the air. He had just come to see it one more time, to know that it was really true. He had grown up in the monestary, and the memories slowly returned to him as he walked around the ruins. Suddenly, his eyes caught a young woman holding a book tight in her hand. It was slightly burned, but when Grenn opened it he saw that the writing had been left mostly unharmed. It was a story, a myth perhaps. And yet it was so much more. It was a vision, Grenn realised. A vision of a perfect world.
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh. Thank you for both your comment and your little challenge-55er! Very nice.
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creativelycliche Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013  Professional Writer
I was really interested to see the direction someone would take this prompt, and I like the way you did it in this piece. I like how the main character dislikes the world she's in so much, given that so many of us in this world escape into ones like hers.
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Wolfrug Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yep, that was pretty much it. I wasn't entirely sure at first how to approach it, but went with this - fantasy being escapist at its core, wanting something that is gone from the world (magic in our case, non-magic in hers). Thanks!
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