Task

Architecture, Nature, Leopoldinen Temple, Pond
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It might be cliche, but Arandia saw no rhyme or reason to the Goddess‘ oracle pronouncement.  The message lacked the usual poetic style, and it was in no way cryptic, as was the Goddess’ custom.

For six years, Arandia had served the temple as a Keeper of the Doorway, as her mother had served before her.  Thus was the thread of life that wove together the Keeper Clan.  A keeper would begin her duties at twenty, and then leave at thirty to marry and raise the next generation of Keepers. 

At twenty-six it was odd for Arandia to be sent on a mission so far from the holy site.  Such tasks usually fell upon Keepers in their twenty-ninth year, before ending their service at the gates.

But the Goddess had called her by name for the task.  She was to go to the Shrine of Eskalese and bring back three chalices full of water from the pool there.  No one from the Goddess’ temple had been sent there in living memory, and the link between the temple and the shrine were tenuous.  There was, of course, the ancient legend that the Goddess once had a relationship with the hero, Eskalese but the details were shrouded in time.

As Arandia approached the shrine she was surprised to find it overgrown and in disrepair.  She nonetheless continued up the weedy path towards the shrine and the pool within.  

The pool was covered with thick algae and pond weed, and had a foul stagnant smell to it.  Arandia took out the stone jar and silver chalice from her haversack and took a deep breath before using the lip of the chalice to clear away the algae.  As she did, she was startled by the sound of movement behind her.  

Glancing behind her she saw a woman, the exact likeness of the statues of the Goddess at the temple, tied to a stake and being loomed over by a serpent-headed figure.  

Arandia bolted towards the assailant and bludgeoned the fiend over the head with the stone jar.  After several blows, the creature collapsed to the ground and then seemed to dissolve into the soil.

“Well done, Daughter,” the woman said in a clear hypnotic voice.  The woman was now standing unbound before Arandia and radiating a warm glow.   “You have proven your worthiness, Daughter,” the Goddess said.  “Come,” the deity said, pointing the way to the pool.

Arandia followed with a mix of reverent excitement and fear.  The Goddess leaned over the foul pool, and taking Arandia’s hand, she pricked the Keeper’s finger with her nail and a drop of blood fell into the pool.  It worked as some sort of catalyst, for no sooner had the drop fell into the waters that they became clear, and the entire shrine seemed to be renewed.

It was then that Arandia saw her reflection and that of the Goddess in the pool.  She was taken aback by how similar they were.  

“Long ago,” the Goddess began.  “I was in love with the human Eskalese.  Our love was not approved of by my mother, and she banned me from seeing him again.  In sorrow, I gave to him his legendary powers as a warrior, and he unknowingly left me with a child.  She grew to be the first of the Keeper’s and my half mortal children have stood by me and served me ever since.  But I saw in you something special, something divine.  Drink from the pool, and join me, Daughter, claim your birth right.”

Arandia dipped the silver chalice into the clear waters, and then drank deeply, savoring the sweet taste of her transformation.

 

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Wordle #216:

Reason, Thread, Life, Goddess, Prove, Catalyst, Bludgeon, Message, Savor, Keep, Reflect, Doorway

Exit

Door, Portal, Goal, Input, Gate
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“Are you sure this is the right place?” Dion asked.

“The smuggler said it was a blue door on the south wall.  This is the south wall, and that is a blue door,” Brema said.

“Yes, but it looks a bit – well, too convenient for a secret way out of the city.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s a secret exit, because it seems too obvious for the authorities to suspect it,” Brema retorted.

Dion pulled the key they had paid the smuggler handsomely for from his pouch and placed it into the lock.  The two spies then pushed the door open to find six members of the city watch standing there with weapons drawn, while a seventh handed a bag of gold to the smuggler.


 

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Second Thoughts

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Arit was a fairly skilled pickpocket and shoplifter, but when the opportunity to join a real expedition was offered to him, he jumped at the chance. He was in awe of Benhayat, the axeman who led the party. Willow, the archer was something spectacular to behold. She could split her previous shaft with her next arrow at 200 paces.

But when it came to the funny looking hunch-backed magician, Milnar, Arit couldn’t help but snicker at his halting, stumbling steps. Milnar’s eyesight wasn’t great either and on at least two occasions he mistook tree stumps for adversaries and blasted them with rather feeble lightening bolts. It was just too much for Arit though when the old wizard chose coppers instead of golds for his share of the booty.

“I don’t get you old man,” Arit said scornfully. “Are you any use at all? I bet you don’t even have any real skills left.”

“Those are rather bold words for one so young,” the wizard said.

“Well, do you?” Arit asked.

“Do I what?” Milnar asked.

“Have any ‘real’ magic.” Arit said.

Now as Arit slowly made his way home, he was having second thoughts as to the advisability of his words. You see, the old wizard gave the young thief a new perspective on life. In fact, the road home looked far longer and much more daunting as a toad.


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Happy


Jim Adams’ lyrical challenge this week is to write about a song which contains the words: Fiancé/Husband/Lover/Wife.

“Ugly Woman” by the Calypso group Roaring Lion came out in 1934. Jimmy Soul’s adaptation “If you want to be happy” was released in 1963, and hit number one on the Billboard chart, as well as the R&B singles chart. 

Lyrics:

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall
As soon as he married her and then she starts
To do the things that will break his heart

But if you make an ugly woman your wife
A-you’ll be happy for the rest of your life
An ug-a-ly woman cooks meals on time
And she’ll always give you peace of mind

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Don’t let your friends say you have no taste
Go ahead and marry anyway
Though her face is ugly, her eyes don’t match
Take it from me, she’s a better catch

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Say man!
Hey baby!
I saw your wife the other day!
Yeah?
Yeah, an’ she’s ugly!
Yeah, she’s ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!
Yeah, alright!

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Carmela T. Guida / Frank J. Guida / Joseph F. Royster

If You Wanna Be Happy lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management


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The Red Badge of Adolescence


Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. And why should the best looking and most popular guy in the entire school do such a thing? Was it because he had failed to complete that pass in the game last Saturday? Was it because he was cheating on Sally Hood with her cousin Chloe? Was it that he had cheated on Mr. Allan’s Geography exam? No, it was because he had the most swollen red pimple of all red pimples on his nose.


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First Line Friday: Dominic bowed his head to hide his face.

Finance

Woman, Shopping, Happy, Bags, Dresses
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It’s the paradox of finance:

You need debt to gain credit

Yet to save is the advice –

And owing too much money

Can be seen as a vice.

If you spend freely you’re a spendthrift –

A miser if you save

Because the economy needs you

That’s what they say.

Economics – it seems a subject quite deep

Yet you seem an airhead or shallow

If conspicuous shopping

Is all that you seek


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Weekend Writing Prompt #184 – Paradox in 71 words

Saturday Mix –  Our words this week are: save and spend / shallow and deep

Homestead

Roofing, House, Fields, Fleuri, Landscape, Village
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Homestead farm upon the Great Plains

Wheat fields and prairie surround

Grizzly bear rug before the hearth

A herb garden just coming to flower

And out in the yard behind the iron gate

Of graphite grey cold and stern

Edged in bramble lie the weathered stones

Of the first settlers of this prairie home


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Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #47: paint your picture with all 7 of these paint chip words and phrases: bramblewheat fields, graphitethe Great Plains, grizzlyherb garden, and iron gate.