I play Everquest II, and for it, I wrote up a very short intro (not quite a story) about Celduin, one of my characters. This is very short (269 words), and only a first draft or less, but may end up expanding over time. I was prompted by a writing contest for the guild.
The morning sun rose above the horizon and I was at the top of a tall tree, waiting to meet it. The chill of both the night and the cold morning wind melted away as the rays sank into my bare skin. I closed my eyes and focused on the memory of the dark forest spread out before me to the horizon, a sight I had been staring at for hours leading up to this moment. Until now, nothing had comforted me in my time of loss. The calls of my kin below did not stir me from my perch. The cold and hunger I felt were only at the edge of my consciousness and easily ignored. I had to know the sun would rise again, even though my parents would not, slain as they were by murdurous orcs in the attack late the previous day. The last words I heard, spoken of my family and of many families around me were, "They cannot be raised. We do not know why." Those words echoed incessantly through my head as I ran to the forest and as I climbed and they remained with me as a shroud of anger and doubt throughout the night. Upon seeing the brightening of the pre-dawn sky, the words finally faded from my thoughts, replaced with the knowledge that I would dedicate myself not to revenge, for revenge can lead to greater evil, but to continuing the fight against evil in memory of my parents. It was a momentous time for me. It lasted no longer than a day, but would carry me into adulthood.
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