18,121 words! Hmm, my protagonist frequently tells herself to keep her head up, stand tall, and walk with confidence...ironically trying to be like someone she hates and vowed she would never be like.
I took in the situation; I couldn't move forward and back. I couldn't not do as Haimua said--I could, but the results would ultimately be the same. Haimua would win. The world around us bowed down to her will, just as she had it arranged, and it just reminded me that I was no one, in a limbo state. The one with no name, as Priestess Zini had said.
And more than ever, I resented Haimua and this power she held. Power that didn't belong to her--power that I didn't want, but felt was more rightfully mine than hers.
Today, my protagonist got backed into a corner, observed an execution, and was told she will definitely become The Mother's Eyes. Tomorrow's the ritual, and the day after that the next section of the plot kicks in =)
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Date: 2009-11-07 03:27 am (UTC)I took in the situation; I couldn't move forward and back. I couldn't not do as Haimua said--I could, but the results would ultimately be the same. Haimua would win. The world around us bowed down to her will, just as she had it arranged, and it just reminded me that I was no one, in a limbo state. The one with no name, as Priestess Zini had said.
And more than ever, I resented Haimua and this power she held. Power that didn't belong to her--power that I didn't want, but felt was more rightfully mine than hers.
Today, my protagonist got backed into a corner, observed an execution, and was told she will definitely become The Mother's Eyes. Tomorrow's the ritual, and the day after that the next section of the plot kicks in =)