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Prologue

by Soulkana


Prologue

Vibrant spider lilies fill the clearing where her clan had once prospered. With her pale, skeletal hands fondling their crimson flowers, she took in the sight of their reclaiming of the abandoned, crumbling village sector. From below the bright shades of green and red lay blackened charred wood and the tiny, broken remnants of their way of life. Scattered under her feet like a collage of their culture. Mindful of these obstacles, she nimbly walks to the center with a devoted focus that shields her emotions however brief.

Set in the rising sun of dawn, a tragically beautiful memorial stone stands tall in its golden splendor. The rays from the sun flicker through trees and the wreckage which cluster around the clearing, hues of red, orange and brazen amber glow off the stone shaped like their patron goddess of fire. For even in peace and the afterlife of death, they never lost their devotion to their warm goddess in the countless eras of warring states. And with her scarred, swollen hands dirtied by her funeral pyre and its ashes; she traces the names she haunting etched following the night she will never forget. All two hundred and sixty names she buried and eternalized in the stone by her own grief to carry on their legacy.

Her grief runs heavy and cold in her chest as she fingers the characters repeatedly. Her cousins, aunts, and uncles. Babies whom they joyously lit their birthing fires and feasted just not so long ago. The proud warriors returning from battles with gifts for their mothers and sisters. Her parents. Warm and gentle in their quiet stern postures and treasured glimpses of proud smiles. Grief chills her bones yet vengeance is hot that burns a violent fire in her soul.

She couldn’t save them. Any of them. And its only the tiny body wrapped in a rich silk sling that tethers her to the living and not diving headfirst to follow all of them whom had left her behind. Where she had lost everything, the warm and chubby hand of a newborn grasping the back of her kimono helps her ground to promise she vowed. To protect her little newborn sister as her parents decreed in their dying moments, choking on smoke and faces tinged from poison. The faith they wished to bestow upon their only remaining children.

She would bring her back when they were older. With respect to their fallen the village had robbed of their lives. As Hibara Shima turns to exit the graveyard fueled with vengeance, Kaida Tsukiyoma jerks awake with a silent cry. Memories swarm her mind of a past long gone as she gasps for air, lungs struggling to push through the alarming cloud of panic and violent emotions that had woken the young teen.

Helpless. Unable to save anyone. It tumbles through her mind like a broken record. The shame of her inability to do anything drives the self hatred in her own heart. Not even the ghosts of her past lives would allow her to escape that truth. Shaky hands rush to spill the details of the dream into the journal off her bedside. Event still, the memory fades like smoke and before she even finishes the page, she loses all details with frustrated scowl of repetition. Ignoring the trembling script from her haste, Kaida knew the vivid dreams would continue to haunt her dreams and wake her with the phantom pangs of emotions that echo from the soul stirring inside her own. With a reluctant grimace, she places the journal back and stands from the bed. Another early morning as the sun barely peeks out from the dawn.

Pale, scarred hands wrap her aging fleece blanket around her thin frame as she steps into the hallway of her small hut. The chill of spring snow from the mountain range she resides in did not abate even a little yet. The air fogs with her breath as she ambles to the kitchen to begin her morning routine of tea and cooking. Its as she slips into the living room to reach the kitchen that she stills at the presence that both irks and brings a smile. Laying on her couch with a book in hand, her best friend, Kira glances up to smile even upon trespassing into her home. 


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Wed Oct 02, 2019 11:24 pm
Miraculor77 wrote a review...



Hi! I'll just be reading through this and giving comments/critiques as I go for this review. I'm sorry if this feels like I'm picking your writing apart, or if the review feels harsh. I really didn't mean it, and I do want to help you. In the end, though, it's your call on whether you want to use my suggestions.

With that out of the way, let's begin. :)

With her pale, skeletal hands fondling their crimson flowers, she took in the sight of their reclaiming of the abandoned, crumbling village sector... Mindful of these obstacles, she nimbly walks to the center with a devoted focus that shields her emotions however brief.

The first bolded word here is past tense. The second is present. Which one are you going for?

The rays from the sun flicker through trees and the wreckage which cluster around the clearing, hues of red, orange and brazen amber glow off the stone shaped like their patron goddess of fire.

This was a bit like watching a painting form. The imagery is stunning. :) However, I feel that the phrase "glow off the stone shaped" doesn't fit into the sentence well. I would write that part like this (changes in blue): The rays from the sun flicker through the trees and the wreckage cluster around the clearing, hues of red, orange and brazen amber reflecting off the stone, shaped like their patron goddess of fire.

she traces the names she haunting etched following the night she will never forget.

The bold part doesn't quite make sense. Perhaps you meant "hauntingly etched" or something similar?

Babies whom they joyously lit their birthing fires and feasted just not so long ago.

This makes it seem like they lit the babies on fire, then ate them, which I'm pretty sure is not what you meant. Also, the word "just" is not necessary. Maybe adding the word "to" would help: Babies to whom they joyously lit their birthing fires and feasted not so long ago.

Where she had lost everything, the warm and chubby hand of a newborn grasping the back of her kimono helps her ground to promise she vowed. To protect her little newborn sister as her parents decreed in their dying moments, choking on smoke and faces tinged from poison.

I get what you're trying to say, but I had to reread it a few times before I understood it. Mostly, it's the tenses and some of the word order that needs clarifying. Below, I rewrote the sentences, the changed parts in blue, to try and make them more clear:

When she losteverything, the warm and chubby hand of a newborn grasping the back of her kimono helps her ground her promise. She vowed to protect her little newborn sister as her parents decreed in their dying moments, choking on smoke and faces tinged from poison.

Also: poison? I think that this just got a lot more interesting. :)

The faith they wished to bestow upon their only remaining children.

This sentence is confusing. What faith?

Alright. I'm going to take a break from the very nitpicky stuff because I think I've done enough for this review. I'll just continue reading, dropping back with any comments, then finish with the overall. :)

As Hibara Shima turns to exit the graveyard fueled with vengeance, Kaida Tsukiyoma jerks awake with a silent cry.

So it was Hibara who was mourning her loss. Are the names Japanese?

Memories swarm her mind of a past long gone as she gasps for air, lungs struggling to push through the alarming cloud of panic and violent emotions that had woken the young teen.

Yes, I know I said I wouldn't nitpick, but I had to. The bolded word should be replaced with "have" because it's in present tense.

I've noticed that you tend to switch from pluperfect tense (had been) to present tense (is being) a lot. You might want to look into that.

It tumbles through her mind like a broken record.

I do so like the phrase "broken record" as you wrote it here. It suits the moment.

Not even the ghosts of her past lives would allow her to escape that truth.

Whoa. I think this is the first time you actively mentioned the idea of reincarnation.

Event still, the memory fades like smoke and before she even finishes the page, she loses all details with frustrated scowl of repetition.

Typo? I think you meant "even," not "event."

Another early morning as the sun barely peeks out from the dawn.

You used the word "another." Does that mean she's an early riser?


Overall:
I like this prologue. The prose is good, if a little unclear, but nothing that can't be fixed. The idea is intriguing, and I want to see where it goes. Kaida seems like an interesting character, what with the scars on her hands. Hibara's past seems haunting. And I do so want to see where this goes next.

I would appreciate it if you tag me for the next part. :)

Well, have a most wonderful day or night!

- Mira




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Wed Oct 02, 2019 10:04 pm
Lib wrote a review...



Hey Soul! (Is it okay if I call you Soul?)

Hope you're doing well today or tonight, depending on what side of the world you're on, obviously. I'm here to give you a review, to help this piece get out of the Green Room. Let's get started, now, shall we? Alright! FYI, I'm on a phone, so if there's an stupid mistakes that look like a phone would've made... Then just ignore it. 😋

Okay, so you're description is fantastic! I like how you described so much and we relly got to know the surroundings of this place that Kaida lives in. You're spelling, punctuation, the entire deal, is fantastico! Brava! I've been impressed, Soulkana! 😉

And now... It is time for critiquing! 🎉

First of all, I'd like to say: you have to watch out for your tenses. Sometimes it went past tense and then most of the time it was present tense, which I know is how you meant it to be.

And with her scarred, swollen hands dirtied by her funeral pyre and its ashes; she traces the names she haunting etched following the night she will never forget.


That last bit after the semicolon doesn't make much sense. I don't really know what you meant there, but just try reading it yourself and figuring it out. 😊

Okay. So that's it. Overall, it was a delight reading your prologue. I can't wait to see where this goes! Mind letting me know when the next one's out? Of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me whenever you wish! 🌟

And as always...

Keep on writing! ✍

~Liberty




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Wed Oct 02, 2019 12:08 pm
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I love the imagery in this piece! The use of present tense was a bit awkward at first, but it grew on me. I honestly wasn't planning on reviewing today, but the premise of witch reincarnation really drew me in, so figures I'd say a thing or two about it. Apologies if it feels like I'm just listing out negativity.

The biggest concern I have with this piece is the clarity of the premise. I feel like, had I not read the description of the post in the green room, then I wouldn't have understood that the witch had been reincarnated. The language you use to describe it is a joy to read, but does it function well enough with describing the situation to a blind reader? I don't think I would've pieced together the event without the prior hint.

The much less weighty concern I have is that the whole "everyone was killed except her, so now she has a vengeance/legacy" comes off as a little bit cliche and overused, even with the interesting Witch reincarnation premise. This may just be with the prologue, because it seems like the story will take a very different turn, but you might want to think about this.

Other than that, the story itself is really intriguing, even for someone who's read more than their fair share of fantasy already.




Soulkana says...


Thanks for the review. To be honest this is my first attempt at writing in a few years. I'm still figuring it out myself! I appreciate the feedback and will take it into consideration when I get to editing it down the line.




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