My goal is to work on Book Three of my trilogy. So, of course, what I'm really working on is the new idea. Oh, well.Here are the first thirteen. I'm not great at beginnings. All input welcome.
The goddess Gaiata watched the preparations for the festival from the roof of her Temple. She was always present at her festivals. She just wasn’t always visible. This was the winter solstice. The Day of Turning. Today the old year-king, Tobren, would fight to defend his crown. The loser would be sacrificed to her and the winner would be crowned as year-king. Then would follow the sacred marriage to the goddess herself. It was a powerful rite. The love and devotion it inspired would feed her power until the equinox.
Both Tobren and his challenger believed the loser would be sacrificed, anyway. That was the real power of the rite. It was their faith and their willingness to die for her that was important, not the blood.
Second version:
The goddess Gaiata watched the preparations for the festival from the roof of her Temple. She was always present at her festivals. She just wasn’t always visible. This was the winter solstice. The Day of Turning.
The people were gathering around the square to watch the spectacle. Trumpeters from the Palace were playing a martial tune, more to keep the crowd under control than for any connection to the ritual. Her priestesses were all busy inside the Temple, but the handful of priests that served her were already in the square, preparing for the ritual combat.
Today the old year-king, Tobren, would fight to defend his crown. The stakes of the combat were very high.
[This message has been edited by Meredith (edited March 03, 2009).]
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