As always, here is the list of all of the 30 day challenge I am doing at the moment.
Here is my entry for today’s prompt.
Félix Antony had been lucky almost all of his life, just like his name has suggested. The place where he came from, names are powerful things. His mother had chosen the names carefully for all of his siblings.
His childhood was among the better ones compared to many others. They never had to worry about food or warmth, not even in the coldest month.
As he grew older, Félix started to realise that he was not like most others his age. He did not want to find a wife or built a house to settle down. Often, there were storytellers that would come and go to his town, all filled with captivating tales that he couldn’t get enough of.
Stories of faraway lands, of adventures and quests on the rolling sea. Of creatures he never heard the names of, let alone being able to imagine what they really looked like. He has been inspired by those stories and wanted to go out to discover if those tales were true or not.
So as soon as Félix was old enough, he left home to collect his own stories.
And for a while, he was living out his dream. He had been to places he could never have imagined. He had met extraordinary people. He had wild adventure with many of them while running away from others. Félix never had a destination in mind, he went where the words led him to.
All that he had experience so far, they all made good stories. And he found joy in telling them.
Until he came to this small town. It was quite isolated from the rest of the world, surrounded by high mountains, people lived frugally. There were fewer smiles and laughters, more distrust in the air.
Félix did not let that put him off. He had livened up many towns before and he thought that this one would be the same.
He was wrong.
The people were uninterested in stories that would not bring food to the table. He could tell that they were just entertaining him as a guest in town who had money by listening to his stories.
The children were worse. They were hungry for food, not tales. Their eyes did not widen by dragons or giant whales. They only wanted bread to fill their empty stomach.
“You’re lying, stop making things up.” A young child told him before walking away. Félix was frozen to his spot. No one had ever accused him of telling lies before.
He prided himself in always being truthful to his stories. To be accused of lying by a mere child, it was as bad as being falsely accused of a crime.
Félix left that town soon after but that feeling still haunted him. No matter where he went after, he couldn’t get rid of that feeling. Sharing his tales no long brought him joy. He spoke less and smiled even lesser.
He longed for the day he could tell his stories once more.
Day 15 — Create a character who is falsely accused of a crime.
I had no idea what to write about for today’s prompt so I went on a random name generator to find a name first. Then I found Félix and thought it was perfect. And I wanted to stick to the fantasy genre a bit longer. 🙂
I’m planning to get an early night tonight so I’ll sign off here. Hope you are having a good week!