Sentenced to Writing

Prompt: Her skin was carved with scars that someone else earned. The crowd watched breathlessly. The princess held the sword easily in her grip. The worthy soldier kneeling before her bowed his head respectfully. With only a slight hesitation she began to speak the words of the ritual. "With this sword and with my power I proclaim thee a Guardian of the realm." Her voice grew louder and the sword began to glow a fierce white. "From this day hence you shall protect our royal person, til death takes us both." A hint of orange began to color the light from the sword. "Should you betray the trust bestowed upon you," the sword's light change to an impenetrable darkness, "the only life that shall be forfeit is your own." As she tapped the sword to both of his shoulders, the sword ceased glowing, and the princess' voice returned to her normal volume. "Rise my Guardian and take your rightful place at my side." The new Guardian r

Prompt: Your character hears a language they’ve never heard before now, yet they speak it fluently. Turns out, they’re not from where they think. Kayla walked home from school with her identical twin, Marci, by her side. They walked perfectly in sync, feeling comfort in each other’s presence. Junior year had been hard enough being in all separate classes, but now their parents were going to send them to different summer camps. As they neared their home, Marci broke the silence. “You’ve still got that burner phone, right? The one Tracy snuck from her dad’s store?” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. If I left it at home Mom would sniff it out in like three minutes.” “Good, I don’t think I’d survive all summer not getting to talk to you.” “Where’d you get a phone from?” Kayla asked. They’d been figuring out this communication plan for weeks. Their parent monitored everything they did, and some things teenage girls didn’t want their parents to know about. “John’s going to give me one