Showing posts with label portfolio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portfolio. Show all posts

Monday, April 10, 2017

Portfolio Guide

Each story in this portfolio is a reversal of a well-known myth or legend. Instead of being retold, these stories end differently. Enjoy!

Persephone Captures Hades
Instead of Hades' heart, Eros pierces Persephone's heart with his love arrow. What follows is Persephone's desire to capture Hades and hold him captive on earth.

Kushinada Tames the Serpent
Instead of letting Susanoo kill the serpent who ate her seven sisters, Kushinada decides to do it herself.

Uko and the Sun
Instead of being won in a marriage competition, Uko befriends a young boy who turns out to be the sun incarnate.

Nimue Seizes Excalibur
Instead of granting Arthur the legendary sword Excalibur, the Lady of the Lake demands Merlin as a sacrifice instead.

Week 12 Storytelling: Nimue Seizes Excalibur


In marble walls as white as milk,

Lined with skin as soft as silk,

Within a fountain crystal clear,

A golden apple doth appear;

No doors there are to this stronghold,

Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.


Nimue lifted her eyes from the book of riddles and looked at Merlin expectantly.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, guess the answer.”

He sighed, resting his chin on hands clasped together. The pair lounged by the low outer wall bordering Merlin’s hometown of Carmarthen. Merlin’s back rested against the brown cobblestone while Nimue lay across the top, the breeze carrying her loose hair just far enough to tickle Merlin’s ear every few minutes. A book lay on her chest, which she lifted periodically to read aloud from.

Merlin jiggled his leg for a minute, staring off into the distance.

Finally, Nimue pushed herself up to sit. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“You’re not thinking about the riddle, are you? You would’ve guessed it already.”

Merlin half-shrugged.

“Did you have another vision?” Nimue slipped down to sit beside him. Her book, forgotten, fell over the other side of the wall with a dull thud. “What was it about?”

“My death.”

“Oh.” That was so much more serious than his regular visions of meeting knights and finding treasure. “What are you going to do?”

“I think I know something I can do to keep myself alive for now. But I just don’t want to do it.”

“I can help. Just tell me what to do.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it. Do you still have that old sword we found by the river?”

“Sure. I’ve been polishing it.”

“Bring it to the lake down east of here.” He paused. “An egg.”

“Huh?”

“That’s the answer to the riddle. An egg.”

~

The chill of winter had long since set in, but Arthur’s own court in Camelot was not so deeply frozen as this glade.

“Has it always been this way?” Arthur asked Merlin, holding his arm in front of his face to block the sharp wind as the pair dismounted their horses and approached the lake’s edge.

“Not as long as I remember,” Merlin answered.

The flowers that, Merlin recollected, had been on all sides of the lake were now long buried under a frozen white sheet. The long grass that had swayed at the water’s lapping edge was now whipped by the blizzard that swirled around them. The lake that stretched out before Merlin and Arthur was the same one Merlin had come to forty years ago with Nimue—he could see its same shape, how it was framed by the same trees, but now their barren branches were spindly and crippled by ice. Frozen over by cobalt-blue ice, the lake’s surface was marbled with arctic white. A single shape jutted up from the ice: the sword Nimue and Merlin had enchanted together. Excalibur.

“That’s the sword you promised?”

Merlin nodded, swallowing dread. If only he hadn’t made that promise to Arthur’s father when the boy had been born. “Mind what I told you about what’s under the ice.”

The pair bravely made their way across the crackling surface of the lake, but Merlin hung back as Arthur’s bare hands closed around Excalibur’s silver hilt.

This sword was not as easily dislodged as the sword in the stone had been. This sword was embedded into the ice as though there were some force underneath keeping it there. Arthur stood on the ice for minutes. The young king’s determined growls grew in volume until Merlin couldn’t discern whether it was the ice rumbling and crackling, or Arthur himself. Finally, with one final pull, he wrenched the blade free.

To Merlin’s horror, the blade was not the only thing liberated from the ice. Shocked, Arthur let go of Excalibur’s hilt and stumbled backwards, barely catching himself on the slippery ice.

Attached was a black, frostbitten hand clamped around the frosty blade like a vice. From a rupturing crack in the ice rose the form of a woman, frostbite staining her arms and feet. Her frayed dress whipped around her ankles like a snowstorm, and then suddenly the wind died down.

“My Lady of the Lake!” Arthur called. His voice echoed in the still air. “I pray you tell me who owns this sword. I wish her permission to take it.”

Her eyes remained closed, but Merlin recognized her. She hadn’t changed, hadn’t aged a day since he had sealed her into the lake with that old sword now imbued with magic. “The sword belongs to me,” she answered, “and I will give it to you, if you grant me something in return.”

“By my faith, whatever you ask,” Arthur answered.

“I want the blood of the man who betrayed me. Merlin.”

Arthur’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Merlin is one of my dearest friends! You’ll never have him as long as I—”

Merlin put his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “My boy, you don’t stand a chance. Let me go. I’ll get you the sword.”

As he approached, she watched him with frigid poise. The only thing about her that marred the memory of his childhood friend was the black frostbite that covered her like a shadow.

“You must have known time would bring you back to me,” she said.

He nodded, humbled. “A little more time was all I needed. I saw it in that vision—you would have been the death of me.”

As she let the sword fall, Nimue wrapped her arms around Merlin and whispered, “We will see who escapes death this time.”

And she pulled him under the ice, where it crackled and sealed itself shut, locking them both under the frozen lake once more.



Author's note:

In the original story, the Lady of the Lake gives Excalibur to Arthur and Merlin in exchange for a favor, but doesn't tell him what she wants yet. Later on, she ends up learning a sealing spell from Merlin and uses it to seal him away.

 I knew I wanted to write a story about the Lady of the Lake, but wasn't sure what her role should be. She's usually a force for good in other Arthurian works, so I thought it would be interesting to make her a villain. I drew on a few other stories where Nimue causes Merlin's death, but wanted to make it much more deliberate.

I want to take a week or two to revise the story and make the following changes: add a scene where Merlin and Nimue enchant the sword, or perhaps forge it; give young Merlin more time to agonize over the decision of sealing Nimue away to prevent his death; provide a reason for Arthur to need the sword, and thus a reason for Merlin to sacrifice himself; re-read the source stories to make this story a more proper and specific reversal.

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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Week 9 Storytelling: Uko and the Sun


The trees in one small Okanagon village were growing barren, and the sun grew more distant each day. However, the villagers weren’t concerned with the coming of winter. Instead, they were busy preparing for a contest: the chief had announced that the village’s best hunter would earn the right to marry his daughter.

She was named Nak, and known for her beauty, with her freckled skin and glossy hair. Many of the village’s unmarried men pursued her—and she had refused them all. Exasperated, her father had told her, “If you don’t choose one, they’ll only get more restless for your attention.”

“I think they’re all caught up in competition,” she’d replied.

The chief thought on this. The candidates were plentiful and he wanted the strongest, most qualified man as a husband for his daughter.

And so, he had declared a contest.

The village was so intent on preparing that hardly anyone noticed the lodge that suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the village. It was shoddy and dirty, and looked like it was in the process of falling apart.

The boy who emerged from it was even more ramshackle. His eyes were sickly sunken into his skull, and his short hair stuck out in all directions. His limbs were so bony and knobby it was a wonder he could walk.

The other villagers ignored the boy, until he said, “I’d like to try my hand at this marriage competition."

~

Nak’s younger sister, Uko, was curious about this stranger. Just as the townsfolk treated him with contempt because of his muddied, skinny form, they often ignored the unsightly Nak in favor of her sister.

When she approached his abode, she noticed a strange, intense light radiating through cracks in the makeshift roof. It disappeared as she rapped her knuckles on the door.

“What happened to that bright firelight?” she asked after she had introduced herself and stepped inside.

The boy, laid out on a blanket, shrugged his bony shoulders.

“Are you the one who wants to marry my sister?” Uko asked.

“I’m considering it,” he replied.

“You’ll have to compete with Raven and Coyote,” she said. “They like her, too.”

“What’s so special about her?”

“She’s beautiful, but she’s so independent. I guess it makes them want her more.”

“Not you, though?”

She shook her head. “Nobody pays attention to me. Mostly I wander around and pick the wild herbs and flowers that grow nearby. Maybe…” She grew a little embarrassed, pulling at her short hair nervously. “Maybe you would want to come with me sometime? It wouldn't be as lonely, and nobody would bother with us."

“Their dismissal doesn’t bother me,” the boy said simply.

“How’s that?” Uko asked.

“Instead of looking at the ground,” he said, “I look up to the sun.”

~

That night, Uko dreamed of a tall, hooded figure in a tawny cloak. The figure's eyes shone with pinpricks of glimmering white light from the darkness until the hood fell and revealed the face of a woman. Her skin glowed with beauty and radiant power.

"Who are you?" Uko asked her.

"My name is Star," the woman said. "I'm searching for my brother. He radiates light, like I do. Have you seen him?"

Uko shook her head. "Where did you last hear from him?"

"He spoke with me about winning the hand of a girl in a competition before he disappeared."

"I see--maybe he means my sister! The village says she's radiant. Maybe he thinks she's one of you."

Star nodded slowly. "Perhaps. He did mention finding someone with whom he believed he could share a sense of understanding." She pulled back her cloak with one glimmering arm and held out a golden vial dangling on a red string. "I have a feeling you'll encounter him soon. Give this to him when you do."

So Uko took it, and when she awoke, the vial hung from her neck, tightly sealed.

~

The morning of the competition, the chief announced that each man would go out and spear a fish. The largest fish would win its fisher his daughter’s hand.

The boy’s gnarled spear looked like it would snap after one thrust.

Instead of waiting for the competitors to return, Nak tagged along with Raven and Coyote. They came to the stream where the villagers often laid fishing nets. Nak waded in with a spear of her own.

The boys seemed more concerned with her than with catching fish.

“Here, you hold the spear like this… no, not like that, put your thumb here,” said Coyote.

“You’ll never catch a fish with that stance, too weak. Your legs are all wrong,” Raven admonished.

Nak huffed. “Well, if you’d just let me try, maybe you’d be surprised!

~

Uko tagged along with the boy, and was surprised when he walked past the small stream altogether.

“What are you doing?”

“Sometimes you have to travel farther to get a better reward. Even if something looks appealing, it doesn’t always hold the best value.”

~

Nak’s fish turned out to be the most colorful one among all competitors. It was also the largest, followed by Raven’s fish and Coyote’s fish, which they insisted were the same size as Nak’s.

Then the boy appeared. The crowd went silent. Nobody knew how his small shoulders could even support the large fish he toted along with him. It was all black and bulged with fat. Its large, white eyes rolled heavenward.

“Clearly,” the chief said with a resigned sigh, “you have shown yourself to be more capable a hunter than any other man in my tribe. You earned the right to marry my daughter.”

The boy said, “I accept your offer, sir. I choose to marry Uko.”

Coyote burst into laughter at Nak rejection. Nak’s face darkened like a thunderstorm and she turned to Coyote. In a flash, he was on the ground and Nak dusted her hands off primly.

“Clearly,” she said, “hunting is more my speed than marriage.”

~

The villagers had been shocked at the boy’s initial decision to marry the ugly sister, but they were even more shocked on the day of the wedding ceremony.

When Uko approached the boy’s house, dressed in her best clothes, he waited outside, the same dirty, emaciated form as had arrived to the village before the competition. Beside him, however, stood the tall form Uko recognized as the woman from her dream, Star.

"I thought I would find you here, Sun," Star said, looking at him. "You've been gone for long enough. There will be no more sunlight left if you stay here for much longer." She glanced at Uko, who was marveling at Star's glimmering skin in her waking clarity. "Is this the girl, after all?"

Realization dawned on Uko just as her father began the rites of the wedding ceremony. The boy, Sun, took Uko's hands. “I’m sorry I never told you," he said, just as the chief declared his and Uko's marriage in front of the village.

He took the golden vial around her neck and opened it, melting the sealing wax with a burst of warmth. Tilting the viscous gold liquid inside into his palm, he smoothed it over his face and hair, and transformed. In a flash, his skin lost its dirt-smeared façade and gained a bronze glow. His thin limbs swelled with muscle, and his short hair grew into a mane that brushed the ground. He poured out another few drops and let them fall onto Uko's hair and cheeks. It clung like syrup and glowed like sunlight.

"The sky is a lonely place," he said. "Even Star disappears during the day. But I needed someone who could understand me. Would you like to come with me?" he asked with a small smile. "Nobody would bother with us."

Recognizing her own turn of phrase, Uko laughed, and she accepted.

Liquid Gold via mcdarius on Flickr

Author's note:

The original story involves a competition in which the winner will earn the privilege of marrying both of the chief's beautiful daughters. Sun, with his sister Star, decides to enter the competition and wins. In the original, both sisters are beautiful and practically indistinguishable in terms of character. Since lots of heroines and important female figures in myths are beautiful, I decided to write a story involving one who wasn’t. As a result of her looks, Uko bonds with the outsider who come to the town. Her sister Nak doesn’t bond with anyone, partially as a result of being put on a pedestal, which is why she chooses not to get married at the end.

I spent two weeks making changes to this story after initially posting it. In the first version, Star and Sun had the same role. Sun was an old woman who was the dirty boy's grandmother. The next version, I cut Star from the story altogether. In the final version, I added her back in and gave her a different role, as someone who adds more magic elements into the story as she searches for her brother. In a longer version of this story, I would give her a bigger role, and have her meet Uko before Sun appears in the village. She would also have a bigger role in explaining why Sun left the sky, the effects it had, and what he is searching for.

Sources:
"Dirty-Boy" from Tales of the North American Indian by Stith Thompson
Okanagon Indian Fact Sheet
Mourning Dove's "Coyote Tales"

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Week 7 Storytelling: Kushinada Tames the Serpent


~

Kushinada’s mother and father had told stories about the gods many times over. She and her seven sisters had learned about the marriage of Izanagi and Izanami, the gods tasked with creating all of Japan and its islands. About the births of Amaterasu and Susanoo, the celestial gods who controlled the sun and the rain, and about their feuding.

“Don’t be afraid of the thunder,” Kushinada’s mother would tell her. “The restless skies only mean Susanoo and Amaterasu are fighting, as siblings do.”

When summer storms brought lightning and floods down upon her family’s rice fields, she wondered what it would be like to have the power of rain and lightning at her fingertips.

On clear days, she could see miles of lonely sage-green valley stretching in all directions. When the sky poured down rain, it wrapped the mountain in an intimate haze. Water rustled the cottage's mossy roof, fell down to the leaves of the verdant rice crops, pooled into the water standing at their roots.

One day, as she stood in the midst of a downpour, she spoke, “Is there really someone out there?”

And a voice answered, “My name is Susanoo.”

~

On Kushinada’s fifteenth birthday, a monstrous serpent appeared in her family’s rice fields. The beast’s eyes pulsed cherry-red. His white underbelly split into nine white trails on the undersides of its nine necks. The beast was so massive its back could’ve been mistaken for mountains. Forgotten bronze brambles grew over his black scales, caught and forgotten.

“I am Orochi,” he hissed, his many coils fencing the cottage. “And this mountain is mine. If you don’t offer me a sacrifice, I’ll raze your fields and destroy anyone who dares to escape alive.”

Kushinada’s father, the son of the god who really presided over this mountain, protested. But, before Kushinada’s eyes, her oldest sister stepped out and declared, “I will sacrifice myself to save my family.”

After Orochi vanished with her, she was never seen again.

~

As Kushinada grew and the serpent appeared again and again, she began to desire this power that turned the sky into churning storms. Her parents grew weaker, and with each year, Orochi returned to make off with another sacrifice. By the time Kushinada was twenty-two years old, her seven sisters were dead. The waning powers of her mother and father, minor gods themselves, had done nothing to shield them against the beast that plagued them.

Kushinada would be next--her death was imminent. Though she was nowhere near as powerful as the celestial gods, she refused to die on Orochi's terms.

On the eve of the fateful day, Kushinada loosed one of her wooden sandals. Weaving a wildflower into its straps, she dropped it into a swollen stream and let it be carried away.

~

On Kushinada’s 23rd birthday, her parents dressed her in her most beautiful kimono and wept, waiting for Orochi’s arrival.

What came walking through their rice fields, however, wasn’t any kind of beast, but a tall man with long, black hair and a sword at his hip. In one hand, he carried a flower-wrapped sandal.

Kushinada’s father, sensing the man’s divine power, bowed low. “My lord,” he said, “I am the son of this mountain’s protector. Please, what brings you here? I’ve never seen any person, god or mortal, in these lonely mountains before.”

The man nodded in acknowledgement. “Please, stand.” He didn’t seem concerned with the minor god in front of him. Instead, Kushinada caught his eye, and he stroked his chin curiously. “What has you all so upset?”

“My lord, we mourn the loss of our last daughter. Year after year, Orochi appears to devour another of our children. Kushinada is the only one we have left, and soon, we’ll lose her, too.”

The man said to Kushinada, “Even though you’ve never seen my face, we’ve met many times. I wouldn’t let a friend be sacrificed to a monster.” He turned to face Kushinada’s father. “Kind stranger, I’ll slay the serpent Orochi. In return, allow me to marry your daughter.”

Relieved, her father said, “Of course, if such a task is possible for you, certainly Kushinada will be in good hands. But who are you? What is your name?”

“His name is Susanoo,” Kushinada said.

~

She waited while the battle between Orochi and Susanoo raged. They had been fighting for days, but each of Orochi’s eight heads was more savage than the last. The thorns clinging to its hide leached Susanoo’s energy away with each brush of skin against scale. Storms raged above, but every lightning strike seemed invigorate the beast.

Soon, the onslaught forced Susanoo to retreat for a short while so he could catch his breath. His sword had been tangled irretrievably in the briars growing from Orochi's scales. The beast’s eight necks swung this way and that, searching for Kushinada.

“Where are you, morsel?” he bellowed, teeth snapping and tails lashing.

Kushinada emerged from the rice fields. With a polite bow, she said, “Great serpent, would you fulfill my last request, and have a drink with me?”

Orochi laughed. “Bold move. Fine—if you brought enough sake to make me drunk, this fight still wouldn’t be any more difficult.”

With each mouth, he took a drink of sake, brewed with rice from Kushinada’s family’s own fields. However, Kushinada had added a powerful sedative. By the time Orochi came to, she had strapped his necks with bridles, and his back with a saddle. She held Susanoo’s sword.

“What do you think you’re doing, girl?” Susanoo roared.

She heaved the blade over her head and brought it down, slicing into Orochi’s tail. He howled. From his flesh, she pulled out a different sword—sleek and black, it flashed with a rainbow of colors when she unsheathed it.

“I believe I’ve been used,” Susanoo said to himself, seeing Kushinada drop his old sword and mount Orochi’s back.

~

Some legends say that, on stormy summer nights, Kushinada can be seen hurtling through the skies on a serpent’s back, brandishing a black sword. The beast’s roars echo like thunder, and its eight necks blaze like white lightning.

Some say Susanoo follows after her, but he hasn’t caught up with her yet. 


In the original story, Susanoo happens upon Kushinada and her parents right before they’re about to give her over to Orochi. In my version, Kushinada has prayed to/spoken with him before, but in the original, it’s a chance encounter. In the original, Susanoo outwits and kills the serpent who has eaten all seven sisters. In return, Kushinada marries him. In my version, Susanoo’s bride-to-be tames the serpent instead. She does so by tricking Orochi into drinking sake—which Susanoo does in the original—and then binding Orochi and using Susanoo’s sword to cut off his tail. So, having saved herself, Kushinada takes Susanoo's place as the deity of summer storms. Kushinada herself is a minor goddess, but the serpent (along with the divine sword in its tail) will function as her new divine tool: it transports her around on its back, its roars are her source of thunder, and its eight long necks could evoke an appearance of white lightning.

I chose this story to rewrite because I love stories with dragons, serpents, and other beasts. I like heroes who slay dragons, but I like heroes who ride dragons even more. In the first draft, Susanoo was going to die in the fight, but by the time I had written up to the ending, that seemed heartless. I liked the idea of an implied love story with an ambiguous ending, so I let him live.

I removed all reference to Kushinada being a princess. She was a princess in the story, but didn't seem to have a kingdom, so the title seemed to reference her parents being gods. I preferred the idea that she and her family were utterly isolated, so for this story, she'll be a minor goddess, but not named a princess.

Sources:
"The Eight Forked Serpent of Koshi" from Romance of Old Japan, Part I: Mythology and Legend by E. W. Champney and F. Champney
Wikipedia: Yamata no Orochi 

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Goddess Riding Turtle by hakurama01