NEW LELLINIAS

[headwoman]

Fanfic Contest
crack fics!

Rules

• Two paragraphs minimum please
• No actual drug use please ^.^''''
• Nothing over PG-13
• Anything else, go for it! Zombie apocolypse, carebears taking over the world, unicorns being discovered, dragons tap dancing; anything you like!

Prizes

• First prize: 400 marks and your choice of item from the shop (minus flitts)
• Second prize: 300 marks and your choice of item from the shop (minus flitts)
• Third prize: 200 marks

Yup! A fanfic contest! It can be about anything, with any topic, any characters involved, but it must be set in Lellinias! Or rather the one everyone's been playing in currently. So! Interested? Make up a story! Post your stories to this thread.

[Prissy]

Milona had spent the better of her life with her children, now she had a few moments to herself. She sighed and looked around at her firelizards her many children were grown she was an older woman, she was not getting any younger. She desired to have more children, but she knew that her body would not handle the pregnancy. She wanted to raise more than the brood that she had, the woman was a mother there was no changing that fact she enjoyed children. The woman gave a sad sigh as she looked at the firelizards, they were all doing their own thing she sighed and got up to go and see about the creche.

She had always loved being there and she was welcome among the creche workers because of how many flits she had that entertained the toddlers. She called the fair to her and knew they would welcome this opportunity to go and see the children as well. Once Milona arrived at the Creche and smiled at the people there, they always welcomed the opportunity. "Well isn't this nice." Milona said to the people, "Seems the kids are happy." She told them with a broad smile as she looked at them all. The flits darted around the room showing off for the kids or playing with the older ones, Milona looked at all of them and knew she was happy here.

As she sat there she heard the death keening of the dragons around the weyr, the woman's heart was torn from her chest as she feared that it was one of her children. She knew it wasn't Tolgar, Milna or Tolna they were all firelizard trainers the Riders had gone to fly 'Fall earlier that day. Milona.......Jyseth is no more. Myseth contacted her, she fell to her knees grief stricken. She cried her gief as she did so several of the creche workers helped take her from the creche, her fair following her as they tried to comfort her. NO! It was a mental defiance to the death of her son, she couldn't have lost him Tolinar....T'li....She tried to gather her emotions as she walked from the creche. She got back to the room she had been given all those Turns ago when she arrived.

However T'li's death was merely the first, he was not to be last and she knew that. As she lay trying to mourn Tear appeared, she knew that Tolgar knew of her grief but he was probably busy with other things. Or else he'd be there as well, T'nar, Milna, Tolna and M'gar walked in however. "Mother?" T'nar asked as he looked at her with slight confusion then it rushed to him. "It'll be all right I promise it will, you still have all of us." T'nar said to her as he looked at her, however as he did so Tear keened his sense of loss and went to Milona trying to get comfort she looked at him confused however her confusion did not last long. As his firelizards all came to the gathering keening their grief, "T'li and Tolgar in the same day." She moaned in her grief. Tear rebonded to her the others went to his sisters, Tear knew his place and he rubbed his head against Milona's cheek. "I'll take Spirit." She murmured to her children who knew that she meant the Gelding, they left slowly each to their duties as they left.

Once her children were gone Milona cried herself to sleep, however in the dead of the night she was awoken to flitters keening. She looked around at the group gathered, Milna's flits and Tolgar's flits that had bonded to her were here. Milona understood and screamed her fury and the flits were just as angry as she, the woman stalked to where her daughter was and saw a Rebel Handler. She did not think as she lunged with her boot knife drawn, she plunged the dagger into the man's spine, "That's for my daughter." She snarled as the blood oozed from the injury. The woman was angry and griefstricken she had now lost three children in the span of a few hours. She did not care about anything but revenge, as she was doing this another Rebel Handler coming to the aid of her fallen companion had her wher lunge at Milona. Who rolled aside and plunged the dagger multiple times into the wher's eyes and chest as she realized that her flits were attacking the woman. Once the wher was dead she realized that Mud, Musketeer and Loki had all gone between.

Then Sweety appeared and crooned a good bye and launched herself between as well. "Tolna, Tolgar, T'li and Milna." She whimpered in her grief she was covered in blood and looked around the room it was coated in blood and walked out. She walked in a daze from the room to the Main Hall, once there she looked around and screamed her rage, grief and confusion. T'nar went over and looked at her, "Mother...Shhh....It's ok." He whispered to her Shhh....Milona all will be well. The Black said to her as he tried to comfort her in his own way as well. She looked at T'nar and cried into her son's shoulder her entire body wracked with grief as she cried into his shoulder.

The next three days were a blur for the woman as she tried to cope with the loss of her children. She looked around the room she was in and knew it wasn't hers but it was probably T'nar's. As she sat up she heard the death keen again and screamed her fury before the dragons even told her who it was. Myseth and T'nar are no more. Lytenth told her, however her voice was soft and quiet, not the usual voice she had. Normally it was loud and boisterous, Also M'gar and I wish to tell you Good Bye. He is grateful to you and thank you for birthing my Rider. The Lavender Rainbow said to her as she too winked between forever more, Milona screamed her grief and left the weyr of her son. She stormed to the Runnerbeast Paddock and grabbed Spirit, "We're leaving." She said to the Runnerbeast as she took off on the Runnerbeast.

Milona cared not where she went only that she went far...far away from New Lellinias, she rode hard away. Once she was a full three days away she grieved for her children and found comfort in the wilds. She forsook the foundations of Civilization living with the firelizards and Spirit, she wanted to find a way to live her life without fear of people or attachments. Never again did Milona go near a Human civilization or even really accept people's presence but she did hunt well and invest in a canine. The woman died alone of old age, the flits that were companions took care of the area and went wild remaining alive and guarding the site against people for the rest of their lives.

[headwoman]

Death's Promise

It had finally happened. She had hoped that it never would have come to this. She stood on her weyr ledge, looking down at the Weyrbowl's ground floor. It had happened so fast, they had arrived without warning. Nearly every new color of Dragon lay dead or dieing on the Weyrbowl floor. Aravire was in shock. Her beloved Raeth was, thankfully, not one of the dead or dieing. They had been out to the beach to help ferry Candidates on a wonderful rest day. And then to return, to this macabre horror. She could see many of her friend's dragons on the ground. Dsirth, Daylith, Olinath, Adaneth, and many others she recognized immediately, all dead.

Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks. She didn't try to stop them, or wipe them away, and invariably, the tears blinded her eyes. She couldn't turn away from the carnage that seemed to hold her spell bound. Only a few people, a meager handful, including riders, some of the original colors and a few of the newer colors, had survived this horrible nightmare. She had spoken with Savvi a few moments ago upon returning, flying straight due to Raeth being heavy with eggs and due to clutch any day, to discover the carnage below her. She'd heard, from Savvi's point of view and had learned a good deal had happened since they'd left at dawn. From what Savvi, and a few others, had told her, the Rebels had launched an attack on them. The Rebels, apparently, was bent on wiping the new colors off the face of Pern for good, instead of sending them to another place, like some of the other Weyrs had done.

Mine. I need you on the sands! NOW!

Aravire turned on her heal and ran for the Hatching Sands. She arrived out of breath, and in a panic. She was afraid that a few of the Rebels had been hiding to kill Raeth and herself, but no. Raeth sat on the sands, three precious Eggs lay on the warming sands, mottled and glistening from just being laid. A moment later, and another egg joined the first three. And soon five more eggs joined the others. Aravire couldn't help the huge smile on her face at the eggs that graced Lellinias Weyr's Hatching Grounds. From death, life would renew the Weyr back to it's strength. The Aurora Rider fell to her knees and let go. She sobbed openly, not trying to keep anyone else from hearing her. She could only allow herself this one moment of weakness, for from now on, she needed to be strong and help to rebuild and try to repair what the Rebels had done on such a horrible day.

It should never have come to this. Never.

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This had won 1st place on the old site. I'm only posting it for fun.