Prompt from: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/daily-writing-prompts-t63933.html
MONDAY, 3 OCTOBER 2011
Your character has returned from a journey only to receive news of the death of a relative or close friend at the hands of an enemy.
The woman’s hair fell in her face as she looked away. The matron never called anyone into her office unless something horrible was about to happen, or already had. She didn’t need this– she just returned from the front lines of battle. Vivid scenes of trying in vain to save the lives of so many soldiers flashed through her mind. Not one of those men had a face in her mind, but the wounds were all too real. The stories they told of their lives were too real. She saw them each time she closed her eyes. Eyes filled with fear, sorrow, and hurt looked up to the ancient, but strong matron. The woman before her was like those old trees from stories of elves and fantasy. The matron’s eyes were gentle as she caught them, filled with regret.
“Anastosha, I hate to tell you this so soon after your return to us.” the old woman began. She slid something across her desk. “There has been a death of one dear to you. Your Mama Elita was captured in combat, and her head adorns a pike now, for she was decreed traitor by her former countrymen.”