03-23-2014, 12:44 AM
The Rafters were a people dislodged by fate. Storms rose up upon their great city and cast it from the land into the verdant void of wild seas. The Rafters never sank despite the pulling hands that led them from their homeland. So, they made their city, an extensive floating dock lost adrift in an unforgiving sea, into their land. Sea weed prospered in the plantations of the Rafters. Fishermen grew daring and divers brought back mementos and trophies from the sea. It became a rite of passage for the youths of The Dock to catch starfish for their would-be wives.
One boy, many generations later would be caught in the sea’s current. He was lost to the Rafters. That boy’s name was Unesco.
I started writing and lost my train of thought. Unesco is latin for unification or something along the lines. The Rafters will in the coming months collide with a continent foreign to their original which had long since abandoned them. The first inhabitants they meet will have already known Unesco, and he will act as their interpreter. The people of the land worship the sea, and have propped Unesco to a deity-like status amongst their community and believe the Raft to be the means for which they can build a bridge to heaven. Unesco knows this but not the motivations behind it. Other tribes in the region, those of the plains, and those of the mountains are watching carefully. Those of the mountains worship the clouds and make a point at pointing out their beliefs and shunning others so the appearance of a "God City" from the sea is going to leave them confused and skeptical. The people of the plains see foreigners. They themselves are new to this region of the world, nomads who were displaced by an avalanche destroying their way to their winter homes. They do not know the other tribes and do not intend to either. Consider them xenophobic.
I forget where I was going with this and am having a difficult time phrasing it in a story pattern.
One boy, many generations later would be caught in the sea’s current. He was lost to the Rafters. That boy’s name was Unesco.
I started writing and lost my train of thought. Unesco is latin for unification or something along the lines. The Rafters will in the coming months collide with a continent foreign to their original which had long since abandoned them. The first inhabitants they meet will have already known Unesco, and he will act as their interpreter. The people of the land worship the sea, and have propped Unesco to a deity-like status amongst their community and believe the Raft to be the means for which they can build a bridge to heaven. Unesco knows this but not the motivations behind it. Other tribes in the region, those of the plains, and those of the mountains are watching carefully. Those of the mountains worship the clouds and make a point at pointing out their beliefs and shunning others so the appearance of a "God City" from the sea is going to leave them confused and skeptical. The people of the plains see foreigners. They themselves are new to this region of the world, nomads who were displaced by an avalanche destroying their way to their winter homes. They do not know the other tribes and do not intend to either. Consider them xenophobic.
I forget where I was going with this and am having a difficult time phrasing it in a story pattern.