Atamaran Writings

Atamaran Writings
Published by the Atamaran Writers Association. Sample issue.
Editors Words
by Amaarent Vasata, Editor-in-chief of AWA
It was only a few days ago that the
Atamaran Writers Association was founded.
There are only a few members in the guild
as of yet, but we hope there will soon be
more and that we can really start working
on bringing you, the readers, entertaining
writings from all around Atamara.
To kick things off, we have printed this
sample issue of Atamaran Writings to show
you, our potential readers and members,
what the Atamaran Writers Association and
this publishing is all about.
The writings in this sample issues are
mostly done by members of the Vasata
family, mainly Paigven and Amaarent
Vasata. This is due to the lack of
membership in the guild, but we hope that
future issues will have writings from many
different nobles of Atamara. We hope you
enjoy this sample issue.
Fair Lady of Siver
A ballad by Paigven Vasata
In the cold, cold, north,
The fair lady of Siver lived,
Waiting for her lord,
The fair lady of Siver.
In the warm, warm, south,
Her lord fought,
Batteled with glory,
For the fair lady of Siver.
A long, long, way,
His love never dying,
Her love never faltering,
The fair lady of Siver.
A short, short, time,
His journey back home,
For the lady he loved,
The fair lady of Siver.
In the cold, cold, north,
The two lovers reunited,
The battle won,
For the fair lady of Siver.
Warriors of the Volcano Gods
A song by Paigven Vasata
From the black smokes they march,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Driven by gold and loot,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
Swinging their swords for loot,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Drinking beer and eating cookies,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
Hide your women for they've come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Hide the pies and cookies for they've come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
Pay the price and they'll go,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Spit at them and they'll come,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
Run Abby dogs, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Run goat lovers, run, for they're coming,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
Victorious they are,
The warriors of the volcano Gods,
Eating cookies and drinking beer,
The warriors of the volcano Gods.
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Atamaran Writings
Published by the Atamaran Writers Association. Sample issue.
A Warriors Fate
A short story by Amaarent Vasata
The calm wind cooled the warm skin of the
warrior. He sat under a large oak and
looked over the battlefield. The warrior
could hear the occasional cry of pain and
plead for life, even the occasional silent cry
someone made for mother. The warrior
noted the healers who walked among the
fallen, looking for those they could still help
save. He shook his head and turned his look
from the slaughtering grounds.
Closing his eyes, he recalled the image of his
wife. Her long, sand colored hair, her blue
eyes and her warm voice. He had met her
at the harvest festival three years ago. They
had danced together and watched the
sunrise while holding hands. The warrior
smiled as he recalled the time he spent
courting her. He could clearly remember
her warm laughter and the soft feel of her
warm skin against his as the two had
wandered into an abandoned barn.
Two months later they had been wed. The
image of her on that day was burned in the
warriors mind. She had been so beautiful
that, at times, he felt he was undeserving of
her. Of course, she always laughed at him
for such thoughts if he said his fear out
loud.
The farm they later worked at as farm hand
and maid was a warm and friendly place.
The farm owner was more like a father than
an employer and the two were happy there.
After the warriors wife became pregnant,
the farm owner and his family were very
understanding and supportive of her. The
warrior remembered when he first held the
young life he had helped bring to this world
with her. His son. The joy and pride he felt
for it flowed through him again and
warmed the warriors heart. The thought of
his family had given him strength in the
time he had spent away from them.
The warrior smiled again as he remembered
her wife by the stove, holding his young son
in her other hands. It was right before he
had been drafted to the army and one of the
last memories he had of her and his son. All
through the battles the warrior had thought
of his family and how he would see them
again. It had kept him going and he had
survived many battles.
As the warrior slumped to his side, he
realized he would not see them in this life,
but the next. This had been his last battle
for his family. The arrow sticking out of his
other side had done its job. With his last
breath, the warrior prayed for his family's
well being and as the last shreds of life left
him, he smiled as the memories in his mind
offered him his last consolations.
A Short Thank You
by Amaarent Vasata, Editor-in-chief of AWA
This is the end of our sample issue and I
thank you for taking the time to read it. As
you probably noticed, it is a bit light on
content, thus it is distributed for free.
With more members in the guild, we can
hopefully provide you with more reading
and more varied styles of writings. I hope
the sample issue has sparked your interest
in the Atamaran Writers Association and I
hope to see more people drop by at our
guild house in Siver.
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