Quickwrite

Hey everybody! Dug up an old quick write from the beginning of this freshman year and felt that it'd be fun to share. I hope you like it!

Isabel Babel

Ms. Mayer

7^th Class

Cormac had never beheld the harrowing sight of red rains before. In the pale pink light of dawn, the drops sparkled as though they were red rubies descending from the hazel clouds above. The air was thick, ominous, and deathly humid.

Despite his eager attempt, Cormac’s spruce colored cloak became drenched with the crimson liquid. One observing from a distance might have assumed he had been bloodied from a fierce fray.

Cormac, perched upon a craggy cliff overlooking the emerald and ivory knolls of Triarichi, simply stood there for brief moments, struck by awe. The entire sight seemed woeful; the cliffs were stained like the hands of a child caught snacking in a berry bush.

The cries of distant crows nestled in decaying trees and the baying of hounds wilting in the summer heat echoed from the grand stone walls of the mountain’s face. Cormac, once stoic and mirthful at the tales of the land of the Red Rain, now quaked and buckled as though he had just greeted the Morrigan* herself.

*The Morrigan is the Celtic (Pagan Irish) goddess of war.