Write a story that takes place pre-1950
I could be writing about ancient Greece and you won’t have a say in it, but isn’t that what you would assume I am going to write about? Then I thought about the 1920’s, but I recalled how close to nothing I know about the era (unless I take Downton Abbey into a profound consideration) In the end, I decided my story is going to be set in a very fictional, completely strange milieu.
The giant clock in the sky rang, ding dong, throbbing, pounding through the clay walls. Valeriana collected the bread loafs in the same pace she had been doing before the horrendous calls roared up through the land. She folded the cloth of her dress around the loaves, hot around her palms as she hurried through the back door. There were giant things walking, Keltis, they called them. No one knew what they were, where they came from, all they knew was they came at least once every weak to destroy things, steal food, hurt people, a new land every time.
Valeriana hated them, hated them. They took what wasn’t theirs. Out of people’s hands, things she gave people. It’s hers. Her bread that she made out of beads of cinnamon and clay. Her stew she’d made out of pomegranate and deers. It’s her forest, it’s her land, it’s her clay-made castle surrounded by tiny clay huts of her people, and it was her who would send the very thought of the Keltis to doom.
She called upon her Lesovik, protector of the forest and the creatures that lay within it, she called the protective spirits Dolas and they cast hell upon the intruders. Valeriana, at the age of sixteen, crowned herself queen and protector of the land given to her by Áskllit the great.