A bit of Star Trek fan fiction.
The young Klingon woke up on the ground, before a set of great, iron gates. The gates were large and imposing. Everything beyond the gates seemed to disappear. What could be behind those gates, he couldn't possibly guess. It seemed like it must protect some great building.
He wondered how he got there. But, just as the thought entered his mind, the gates began to open, and a great man walked out and stood before him.
He stood up to face this larger-than-life figure. The man had flowing white hair, and more scars on his face and arms than he'd ever seen. He carried a bat'leth strapped to his side.
The bat'leth was larger than most, and an old-fashioned style. He'd never seen one like that before, except in textbooks. He recognized it: The Sword of Kahless.
"Are you Kahless?"
"Yes, young Warrior, I am."
"Am I dead?"
"Yes, you are." He smiled, with compassion, at the boy.
"I was sick. I've been sick a long time. They couldn't find a cure. Some Federation doctors came and tried to help, but I guess I wasn't strong enough.
"Do I now face Fek'Ihr to be admitted to Gre'thor?"
"Young One, why should you deserve the fate of the Dishonored?" He kneeled before the child, and looked him directly into his eyes. "Why should you spend your afterlife with those who ran from a challenge, or mistreated their kin, or did those things that would bring disgrace upon them and their house?"
The boy was shaken. He trembled slightly before this great man. "Sir, I was no warrior. I committed no deeds of glory. And my parents are dead, so I have no family to commit any great deeds in my name. I spent most of my life in a hospital bed, too sick to do anything that would bring honor to my name. I am not worthy of being with warriors like you."
Kahless placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young Warrior, you have battled, alone, for years on end, against an adversary unseen to all, but felt keenly by you. You have done so bravely, never wavering in your determination. It matters not that you lost the war. You fought it bravely and with great honor."
"So..."
"I am here to welcome you to Sto'Vo'Kor, to spend your next life among those who lived their lives with honor."
"I ... will be honored?"
"I know not how you will be remembered on Qo'noS. But here, you will be celebrated as one of the great warriors of your time.
You will meet others here who were seen as less worthy during their life, but who are still great warriors. Some, like you, fought against disease, or a failing of their own body. Some fought against hatred from their own people because of who they are, or who they loved. Some fought against their own minds.
I fought on battlefields of dirt and rock, armed with my blade. My fights, however, are no less deserving of honor than yours, fought within your own body, armed with nothing but your own spirit."
Kahless stood and reached his hand out to the Warrior. They took hands, and walked through the gates together, in glory.
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Describe your main character from the perspective of the antagonist
My current story doesn't exactly have an antagonist. My MC is kind of their own antagonist, so I'll let them introduce themself.
My name is ....
I don't suppose it really matters now. It's going to change soon.
I've lived this life for a very long time. The year is 2374. I was born in 2232. But I don't have long left.
The doctor tells me I probably have a few months left. I don't have the heart to tell him he's off by a few months. I've got maybe a few hours left.
I only know this because, every time I get this near the end of a life, some memories from my previous lives start to come back.
I'm starting to wonder where and who I'll be in a few hours. My lives aren't exactly in order, so I could end up in any time. My last life was in the 19th century. And before that, I was a colonist to Alpha Centauri. We've still got several years before we'll get there, thankfully.
What is the priority for your MC right now? — #PennedPossibilities 46
We'll start at the very beginning of the story. The MC is 142 and on his deathbed. He has, maybe, a few hours to live. Memories of his former lives are suddenly starting to come to him.
He thinks back on the many lives he's lived, but ponders more deeply about the life he's just about to leave. He thinks of his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even a few great-great-grandchildren.
He's left many lives unfinished, and doesn't want this to be one of them.
His priority now is to ensure his children are left with the knowledge of how much he loves them, and how enriched his life has been because of them.
He wonders if his next life will be as fulfilling as this one.
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What character gave you trouble in your story?
There's a few.
Since I'm adapting an older story, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, into a futuristic time travel story, I've had to figure out how to transfer the original characters into my story so that they fit.
Each of Dorothy's traveling companions in the story needed some futuristic parallel. The scarecrow who wanted a brain (who became an AI), and the Tin Woodman who wanted a heart (who becomes a cyborg) were pretty easy.
The Cowardly Lion was more difficult. I eventually settled on a genetically modified person, who was upset that he now inspired fear in others, which kind of flips the script.
I've also not yet figured out how to adapt each of the random people/groups that they meet along the way, such as the Field Mice.
I've got a few pieces figured out, but it's still very much a work in progress.
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How physically fit is your MC?
She's very fit. She eats healthy and runs, with Toto, most days.
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Does your MC have a healthy lifestyle?
Mostly.
She eats pretty well, and keeps fit.
But she can sometimes hyperfocus on a thing, and then kind of lose track of everything else. She might stay awake for 36 hours straight, and eat nothing but cheese balls and coke while working on a thing that really interests her. That's maybe not the healthiest thing to do.
She also guards herself against forming relationships. Since her mom died, the only real relationship that she's had has been with her dog, so she doesn't like to spend too much time around people. She tries to blame her loneliness on others. They're intimidated by her intelligence, she tells herself, or they don't like her because of her rough upbringing. But, in reality, she keeps people away. So, not a very healthy social or emotional lifestyle.
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At some point during my development of the story, I decided I wanted to feature Temporal Duplication in this story.
Basically, Dorothy, after traveling to the future, is going to meet other versions of herself, older than her, who had traveled to this future at some point later in their lives.
But this will also result in Alternate Timelines as well. Basically, interference from her future selves results in changing her past, so, the duplicates are from different timelines.
There will also be aspects of a split timeline plot, but the split timelines will really only be discussed in flashback, so maybe that doesn't really count.
I still haven't figured out exactly how all of this will be resolved in the end, though.
#WritingWonders #DayTwo : What's the education system like in your world?
The story starts out in the present day, at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
So, that's a pretty good education.
But, Dorothy is brilliant, and managed to get a full-ride scholarship. Most people are not that lucky. Even many people as brilliant as her can't manage to afford an education as good as hers.
Dorothy actually doesn't realize this, but she has kind of a guardian angel who has been helping her by making sure the right people know about her. Without this person secretly looking out for her, she wouldn't have had nearly the same opportunities. She would have eventually done okay, but it would've taken longer, and she would've missed out on some opportunities.
In the future world, to which she travels, education is much less formal. Some people are lucky to meet teachers and gain an education. Many just eek out an existence best they can.