GreenKidx
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re: THREE HUNDRED WORD WRITING CHALLENGE #2 -- Victory to TJ!!
The Lady, The Tower and The Light
Arielle's withered hands clasped those of two children in her care. With measured steps they picked their way through the town of Spire's Shadow.
"I remember when they built the Spire. It ascended from the heart of the greatest nation's most beloved city to pierce the heavens; A marvel of magic and technology. The Spire sheltered, nourished, doctored. It preserved our histrories and promised a future.
"Our Spire stood for sixty years. We barricaded ourselves within and thought no more of the outside world. As the years passed, we forgot there had been a time before the Spire. We worshipped it and it blessed us with Utopia.
"Then, tragedy struck. An unknown enemy rained destruction upon us. Fire from the skies assaulted the Spire's walls. We had forgotten war. We were helpless; our tower was leveled. Scores died." Arielle's voice quavered.
"So few of us escaped with our lives. Once we saw what was lost, many of us wished we had not." Tears streaked Arielle's face.
"Our mystery assailants fled into the night and left us to our rubble and ruins. Amid devastation we began again.
"We relearned the old ways: first to hunt and gather, then to farm and harvest. We built humble shacks. We did not just survive; We grew strong."
"Eventually,", Arielle dried her eyes as they approached the base of the Memorial, "we crafted this!".
A massive column of pristine white light, as wide across as three men laid head to heel, shot skyward. Carved into stones at its foot, pictographs told the story of the Spire, its people and how they began anew.
"We never discovered who attacked us. And this Memorial ensures we never forget." Arielle sighed. "Somestimes I muse: 'Perhaps it was God...'."
The Lady, The Tower and The Light
Arielle's withered hands clasped those of two children in her care. With measured steps they picked their way through the town of Spire's Shadow.
"I remember when they built the Spire. It ascended from the heart of the greatest nation's most beloved city to pierce the heavens; A marvel of magic and technology. The Spire sheltered, nourished, doctored. It preserved our histrories and promised a future.
"Our Spire stood for sixty years. We barricaded ourselves within and thought no more of the outside world. As the years passed, we forgot there had been a time before the Spire. We worshipped it and it blessed us with Utopia.
"Then, tragedy struck. An unknown enemy rained destruction upon us. Fire from the skies assaulted the Spire's walls. We had forgotten war. We were helpless; our tower was leveled. Scores died." Arielle's voice quavered.
"So few of us escaped with our lives. Once we saw what was lost, many of us wished we had not." Tears streaked Arielle's face.
"Our mystery assailants fled into the night and left us to our rubble and ruins. Amid devastation we began again.
"We relearned the old ways: first to hunt and gather, then to farm and harvest. We built humble shacks. We did not just survive; We grew strong."
"Eventually,", Arielle dried her eyes as they approached the base of the Memorial, "we crafted this!".
A massive column of pristine white light, as wide across as three men laid head to heel, shot skyward. Carved into stones at its foot, pictographs told the story of the Spire, its people and how they began anew.
"We never discovered who attacked us. And this Memorial ensures we never forget." Arielle sighed. "Somestimes I muse: 'Perhaps it was God...'."