Creating Worlds Writing Camp - The Final Project

Hi everyone!:)
My final project for CWWC is here!:) I used 26 prompts, I am going to put them throughout the story as I write it so you know where they come into play.;) I changed the gender of the pictures a lot, so  keep that in mind.;)

 

I stood in front of my wall of jars, each one a whole entire different world inside. I tapped my chin thoughtfully and grabbed the one on the bottom, the one that looked like an island. I laid it in front of the large mirror and opened the cap. Taking a couple of steps back I examined my work.

"It'll work. I know it will. I am a Ferryman after all," I said, turning to face my customer.

Ferrymen were magical creatures who guarded the portals in the mirrors, I was gifted as a young child with the gift. My customer glanced at me.

I didn't know who it was, but they wore a huge cloak that encased them. A quiver and bow decorated their back.

"With this portal and mirror combination, you can just go missing. As you want," I told him. I squirmed. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to leave?"

His head moved toward me. "If I tell you, can this be my fee for the transportation?"

I nodded. Their story was a common fee I asked of them.

He unearthed a box from his cloak and handed it to me. On its side read, Bad Memories. Do not open.

"This will tell you everything. I will be leaving now." He jumped into the mirror and I watched as he disappeared. I cracked open the box and saw a ton of papers. Sighing, I picked up the one on the top and started reading. This was going to take a while.

They're all gone now. It's just me now. Kasey, Penelope, Gracie, they're gone.

I remember how they would look up at me from the stairs as I would leave for warrior training.

 I failed them. I was supposed to defeat the Clynths, the massive lizard like monsters that terrorized our city.

I wanted to tell them, the world's not safe anymore, but I thought about how they needed a hero. I thought I would be that hero for them. I was wrong. I underestimated the Clynths.

They were cunning, brave, relentless, but worst of all they were hunting us all, destroying each person they found. I remember when I came home from warrior training and found our house in shambles.

I screamed out for my sisters, like they would hear. I scrambled through the debris, searching for them. My hand brushed up against someone's arm and I tore away the rubble. There was Gracie.

I hugged her to my chest and I felt like the world vanished.

"I can't help you," I whispered to her. I cried in anger at the Clynths as I remembered my sisters, so happy and full of life.

When they would play in the ocean, acting as if there was nothing wrong. Overwhelming emotions pushed at me and I screamed.

As I took another look at the debris, I knew it would haunt me forever.

It seems that not all haunted places are houses, but memories. 

I pulled Gracie out of the rubble and buried her, placing a stone over the make shift grave. I grabbed a nearby stick and wrote in the dirt.

Here lies a girl who was not of this world. 

It was true. All of my sisters were not of this world, they were kinder, sweeter than this cruel world should have ever known.

A tear slipped down my face.

And I had failed them.

Passing the grave, I grabbed a torch and set out for the border, knowing that what I had wanted to do was over, pointless without my sisters.

Nobody crossed the border, not if they wanted to live. What was outside the border was uncharted territory. No one knew what was out there.

I didn't care. I had to get away, start fresh if that was possible. I had to find a Ferryman. The Ferrymen were legends, they would help me. I crossed the border and tore through the forest encompassing the town.

I slipped on the wet ground and fell into the river, my lantern breaking and the pieces were carried away by the current. I wanted to stay there, but I was on a mission. I rose, dusting myself off and kept walking in my wet cloak. As night fell, my eyes spot a sign.

"Here be Faeries," I read out loud. Faeries. Another legend. I passed the sign, my eyes peeled for a Faery. The moon rose and a fire caught my attention.

A Faery girl danced in a bare area of the forest and I walked up to her.

"Are you a Faery?" I asked her.

She gasped, whizzing to face me.

"You know who I am?" she said and I nodded.

"I saw the sign. Do you know where I can find a Ferrymen?"

She shook her head, then nodded.

"I don't, but I know who does. Ferrymen are our close friends and Marissa will know where a Ferryman is."

I followed her as she led me to Marissa.

We came to a waterfall and I looked up, seeing a Faery reading to a dragon.

"Marissa!" The Faery called to her. Marissa floated down to the ground and smiled at me.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want a Ferryman. I want to disappear to another world," I answered. 

"I know where you can find a Ferryman."

I skimmed the next few pages, they were all explaining how the man got here. I read the first page again, where he lost his sisters and my heart went out to him. He had gone through a huge loss.

I went up to my roof and gazed at the stars, inhaling deeply. The air was more fresh up here, the moon shone brighter and I felt free from whatever ailed me. This time it was one of my clients. Never had I felt worse for one of them.

Bright blue butterflies flew around me, and I laughed. The butterflies were beautiful, the finest pets I could have. I wished I could change the man's past, but that wasn't his fate. It wasn't meant to be. I continued to stare into the night sky, trusting in the fact that life was going somewhere with him and it would make him better than before. Sighing, I fell onto the roof and closed my eyes. Everything was going to be okay.

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I hope you liked the story! Wow, that was a lot of prompts!XD I wish I could have used them all, but I really don't think that shoving prompts into my story that can't work would be the best.;D

-Emma-

P.S. Everyone, you can not make me join the Light Side. I AM LOYAL TO THE DARK SIDE!!!XD I AM A SITH, FEAR ME!!!!XD