Fersah -5minutefreewrite (x3)

*Giddeon was the king of the West. A full-blooded ... *
Royal with skin the color of earth and hair a flaming coal.

He held two swords in won hand, and wielded them as effortlessly as the warrior women wielded their scimitars. Upon his rose bush grew golden roses, which only he could pluck without stabbing himself on the thorns.

From his mouth escaped only the sounds of battle. Full, bloody yells. There was no sweetness to Giddeon. Only blood lust and bravery.

Giddeon, being king, ruled his lands in wartime and peace, but peace was only ever brief, for Giddeon sought new conflicts when it came. He conquered many lands. He was unstoppable.

Until.

Until he came to the foot of the mountain. There above him glided eagles. In the forest at the foot of the mountain, he saw a lion raising her cubs.

He laid down his swords and stepped forward, offering his body to the lions and eagles for sustenance. They took him. He is now a part of their bodies.

Thus, we commemorate the great king Giddeon who united all the lands west of the mountain with this supper of lion and eagle, that what ate him may we eat. And we shall never pass the mountain to the east. For that is where the great beasts have sanctuary, and should we do so, Giddeon shall rise again and we shall never again know peace.

I have a friend I think you would really like.*
After the feast of Giddeon, Fersah and Gobah walked arm in arm towards the market square. Fersah had always made a concerted effort to get Gobah to date her friends, but Gobah, though she loved Fersah, never agreed to a date.

"Tell me what he's like, Fersah." Gobah gave her friend the go ahead to describe a man she knew she had no interest in.

"Well, perhaps you've seen him. It's my friend Mycanah. He loves to raise lion cubs, and he's spent countless hours in the woods with me hunting rabbits to feed them. His last girlfriend only left him because he was spending so much time with me, and I know that won't bother you. He has two sisters, and he is kind to them both. He never speaks harshly, and his love for the world is clear in every act he takes, from volunteering to fill the cistern, to gathering mushrooms with his father."

"No, Fersah, I don't think I would like to date this man you describe. You seem to love him, though, why not you?" Gobah knew the answer to this, but she pressed anyways.

"Oh, Gobah, I am saving my heart for whomever eats my father's heart." Fersah had spent decades waiting for her father to offer himself to another man to be eaten like the lions ate Giddeon, but her father had found no such man for her.

For the unfamiliar reader, it should be noted that the ritual eating of another man's heart did not literally result in the consumption (and death) of a human being. It instead involved a, well, a ritual that's too complicated to go into now. Think of communion.

"Keep telling yourself that," he said.
Dorcah, Fersah's father, had been frustrated with Gobah before, but he had always kept it inside. This friend of Fersah's had seemed like a good friend to her early in their relationship, but it had quickly become apparent that she was a bad influence. Though he had never heard her say as much, he knew it must be her wishy-washiness that had made Fersah so unwilling to find a partner. He had thought for a little that the two, Gobah and Fersah would partner with each other, and that had made him happy, for he was proud of his daughter and would have been ecstatic to see her take up the honorable mantle of the warrior women. Though they had not had a war since the time of Giddeon, the warrior women remained in a place of prominence within the city. And Fersah and Gobah would certainly have been a couple to be proud of.

But no. She didn't seem interested in taking a wife either, and this must be Gobah's fault.

For Gobah, it certainly was. She knew that the only man for her was Giddeon himself, but she also know that Giddeon nor Gobah was the right match for Fersah. She spoke admiringly of quiet and poets, and her favorite part of Giddeon's story was his death. But Fersah felt that only the man who spoke only in the bloody war cries of Giddeon and wielded two swords in one hand and sought ever more conflict was the partner for her.

She loved Gobah, but she was not right for her.