Her True Agenda
I want to post a decent spectrum of my fics as I'm starting out on , so I thought I ought to also put something more recent than my SDGF fic. I hope you can see the difference ^^'
This fic was written in November 2013, before the big reveal of another Elder Dragon and the origin of the sylvari. I saw lots of people complaining about how Scarlet, the big baddy of the first Living Story arc, was a pretty flat character who didn't seem to have a real motivation. I decided to take the challenge of fleshing out Scarlet. So, here's my early take on her.
Giant bodies, some of flesh and some of ice, lay strewn on the floor. The icebroods' shattered pieces glinted in the torchlight. Snow powdered those dead forms closest to the cavern's entrance. A lone sylvari, in an ankle-length trench coat and a hoodie, sat upon the imposing throne made of minotaur horns. It was too big for her, and yet as she cackled, her legs swinging like a child's off the edge, there was a certain frightening aura about her that filled the entire cavern. Her eyes glimmered from underneath the cowl as she flung her voice into a screeching howl. After a minute of this, however, her laughter abruptly died, and she threw back her hood, revealing her leafy pigtails. "Oh, by the Alchemy, I'm so bored!" Scarlet groaned.
She considered leaping off the throne, but then what? There was no one left to play with. Those Sons of Svanir were so mangled that even Zhaitan would have trouble bringing them back to life. The snow would freeze the norn bodies, preserving them for unsuspecting adventurers to find later, a thought which entertained Scarlet, but she was still bored at the moment.
Sighing, she leaned on the armrest which came to her shoulder and stared at the wall. Thoughts began to trickle in that she hated. Her first memories, her Dream. "Why won't she answer me?" "The Pale Tree has many children, now. There is only firstborn." Caithe, Caithe, that stupid Caithe! Scarlet huffed irritably, glaring at icy protrusions from the wall.
I will be noticed. Not just by the Pale Tree, but by everyone. I'll be great, and I'll crush this world that refuses to acknowledge my importance.
So, yeah. Let me know how this little blurb went. Did I succeed in creating a cold, dark atmosphere? Can those of you who know the game understand what was going through Scarlet's mind? Was the word choice effective? Should I do more short one-offs like this? Review and let me know.