Challenge #02532-F342: Soul’s Music
The devil sit down on his throne moaning of what he lost, his own pride fell apart think of the cost. Whenever or not to rise again but came walking in a old man; scratching a itch, he pulled out a golden fiddle and said “remember me bitch” – Anon Guest
Fire on the mountain, run boys run/ Devil’s in the house of the rising sun – Human Folk Song.
Humans love to tell stories about immortals. People who made a deal with evil in order to live forever. People who can rewrite their entire bodies in a flash of pyrotechnics. People who, in a rare spate of Human insight, were cursed to live forever.
Those Humans who do manage to gain such an alleged boon have either committed a great act of heroism or a great act of evil. There are few in-between. Then there’s Johnny. He’s an old man, now. If you cross his path, you wouldn’t bother looking at him. The only thing to make him stand out is the fact that he holds two violins. One is always in its case. That’s because his second violin is pure gold.
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Challenge #02443-F253: The Mystery Deepens
I read one of your short story of how how the rarity of humans and elves are swapped, and thought this:
A: “Based off these texts this Human is of the European breed.”
B: “But that’s impossible the closest Human gate is in a-siá I think.”
A: “Blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin like elves. Shorten the ears and lifespan you get a European Human.”
B: “Still how would it even get here, it takes days to get here from the gate.” – Anon Guest
[AN: This prompt harkens back to this thing ]
In an Elven village somewhere reasonably close to Omnidale, and Elf named Klimantyne is attempting to raise a small, probably intelligent being he has named Ham. So far, Klimantyne has learned that Ham is omnivorous, a fast learner, and an absolute little devil for getting into anything and everything. The best news was that Ham knew what a privy was for. The worst was that the little dickens had figured out how to undo quite a lot of locking mechanisms.
Ham picked up the Trader Tongue a lot quicker than they could manage Elven, so that was the primary means of communication. Especially when Klimantyne was trying to make things clear.
“This is no,” said Klimantyne. “No Ham room. Much danger, yes? No want Ham be hurt.”
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