Photo credit: Sonny Abesamis
When Jayanta Illiq married Jarissa, it ended generations of war between their peoples.
At the wedding, she gave him a rare orchid. So pure was her love that it never stopped blooming. Soon, both lands were filled with them — Jarissa flowers, ever-loves, miracles-of-peace. For years, everyone thrived.
But Illiq came to believe that peace and love were owed him, not earned. One day Jarissa disagreed with him, and he struck her, hard. Her face fell.
The petals of a thousand orchids drifted to the ground from withered stems.
By morning, the war resumed, this time lasting until none survived.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for Roger Bultot for providing the original photo prompt, below.
To clarify for new readers: “jayanta” is a title for a ruler in Layor.
Photo © Roger Bultot
Interesting extraction from the photo prompt. And a sorrowful tale.
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It can be difficult sometimes to see what Eneana-friendly element I can take from a modern prompt photo, but flowers are always a safe bet, and it’s easy to find free photos of them. Thanks for reading!
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I’m sure it can be difficult. Kudos to you for sticking to your guns.
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It helps me narrow down which flash fiction challenges I can do in any given week, since some photos just don’t translate well into an obvious Eneana-friendly image. I’ve learned to find the photo I’ll use *first*. The most frustrating thing is writing the story based on a certain part of the original image and then not being able to find a free photo that portrays that.
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I limit myself by only responding to those pictures that give me a clear idea or inspiration. But I do agree, there are too many out there to try to do them all.
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My “problem” is that I can get inspiration from just about anything — it’s more a matter of whether I can find a photo of the Eneana-version of the object in the original photo. That and whether I can write it in time given my work schedule. I find that if I don’t post a story to the challenge page within 24 hours, it has a much lower chance of being clicked on.
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Puts a lot of strain on a marriage to try and stop a war. Like how you used the prompt for a memorable image.
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Thanks Iain! Royal marriages have often been used that way, to cement truces. This one was unusual because they actually loved one another. In the original conception (oh, if I only had 200 words!) it was more clear that Jarissa was the first-daughter of the opposing jayanta and was much beloved by her people, and that their obvious affinity for each other helped bridge the animosity between the two groups.
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I liked the coinage “ever loves”
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It was originally ever-live, but I’m glad I changed it. Thanks for reading Neil!
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A really vivid take on the prompt. It an almost fable-like quality.
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Thanks Sandra, glad you enjoyed it! As with all the legends I write about Eneana, I’m not revealing which parts really happened and which might have been made up by bards to make the tale sound better. 😉
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A sad tale. I too like “ever-loves” 🙂
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I do too. The term might come up again in another story. Thanks for reading Sammi!
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The fate of thousands resting on one. flawed relationship … A great way to show how ordinary people lose out when those in power choose to fight. Lovely fable, Joy
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Yes indeed, and aren’t all relationships flawed in some way? It seemed like enough people in the two lands must have still been seething with resentment, to jump back into war so quickly. But then, what a dramatic moment that would be, that all these beautiful flowers — the ones that represent peace for your country — suddenly all drop their petals at once. I can see how that would set off the powder keg!
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It’s not that far from the truth, though is it? Europe was so devastated by the Great War, it was inconceivable afterwards that a global war would ever happen again. Then, 20 odd years later …
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Good point. Unfortunately, what seems absolutely inconceivable can somehow suddenly become reality…
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What a sad story but beautifully told.
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Thanks for the sweet comment – glad you enjoyed it!
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Lovely mystical tale. And very sad, too.
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Thanks Ali, those were exactly the adjectives I was aiming for! 🙂
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I needed wanted to find a positive spin on the outcome, but your last two words stopped me dead for a while. Then I thought what if Jayanta foresaw this as a possible outcome and used some type of statergy to deflect the outcome from occurring.🙂
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Sorry, no positive spin this time. It’s a classic fable — if you’re given a wonderful gift and don’t properly appreciate it because of greed, vanity, etc., you lose the gift and even more. The jayanta had his chance, and he blew it. 😦
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Wow! I really like where you took this prompt. Very fairy tale like. Beautiful, my dear.
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Thank you Alicia, so nice of you to say! Yes, I was in a fairy tale / legend mood this time.
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Yes, it does have a fairy tale feel to it… One argument and he strikes her? What a disappointment he immediately became to me.
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I agree — but in fairy tales they either turn out to be great or to be horrible, right? In the longer version I had in my head, there was more lead-up to this, where he was starting to feel entitled and jerky, and when she was pleading with him to show mercy to one of her countrymen who she said was wrongfully accused, he got all upset for her disagreeing with him in public and that’s the final straw for him. But wow, he sure did pay for it… Thanks for reading Dale!
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Whew!
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Dear Joy,
I enjoyed the ethereal, almost poetic feel of this. Such a sad ending.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle, I’m so happy it came across that way!
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Wow, good piece. Heartbreaking and devastating
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Yeah, and it started so positively too. I need to write more happy endings, I think. But hey, fables often turn out badly. Thanks for commenting!
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i wish, i wish it was 50-word challenge so it would have a happy ending. 🙂
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LOL, I’m not sure it works that way, but if you want, you can stop reading halfway through!
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This is wonderful. I am intrigued by Eneana. I am going to browse through its tales now, I think.
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Welcome to my imaginary world! Please do look around, I’m always happy to meet new readers . Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting!
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Oh, wow, that was a good one. What an engaging write. This is something to keep and share for the next generations. So many things can be read into this in so many ways. It is one of those timeless tales. Can you tell I really liked this one? Hehehe. 🙂 ❤
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What can I say but, Wow, what a great comment! Very nice of you to say. I’m glad you enjoyed the story!
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Beautifully written. I loved the line “The petals of a thousand orchids drifted to the ground from withered stems.”
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Thanks, I appreciate that! I really loved the visual I had in mind for that line, and was hoping it would come across even after cutting down the words so much.
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That’s so sad, I guess there is danger in receiving exactly what one desires. So sad he hit her and probably continued to, that everyone died for his arrogance. Lovely write!
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That’s a good way of putting it: he got so spoiled with receiving everything he desired that he took it for granted, and that was his fatal mistake. Thanks for the great comment!
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What a wonderful story.. the sadness and the importance of such divine relationship so obvious.
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Yes, he didn’t realize the importance of it until it was too late — and maybe not even then. Thanks for reading Bjorn!
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It’s funny how being freely given respect, honour, love – or whatever – can often come to be taken for granted. In Illiq’s case, he has become petulant and full of self-importance and uncaring for anyone but himself. His behaviour causes him to lose everything that was once so important in his life. My sympathies are with Jarissa. 🙂
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Yes, you’ve nailed it exactly, Millie. If only it were the case that in the real world, people who acted so entitled and mistreated others got their comeuppance like they do in fables. Although I agree with you about poor Jarissa — unfortunately Illiq took everyone in both countries down with him.
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Wonderful fable!
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Glad you enjoyed it – thanks so much for commenting!
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Beautifully done! I felt I was there and want to read more!
I found your blog on FF and look forward to exploring it further in the coming days.
Hope you can stop by mine also. 🙂
– Lisa
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Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving such a nice comment! I’m glad you enjoyed my story. I’ll go check out yours too! 🙂
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Yikes!!!
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Yikes is right! Thanks for stopping by!
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Good piece, such a shame that life can be so fragile and one ill-thought out actin can destroy so much
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That’s the way of legends, though. You rarely get a second chance to be a good guy. Thanks for the great comment, Michael.
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No, I’d missed this one. It’s a very good and very believable story. And it’s happening right now.
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Interesting, i hadn’t linked this one to current events, but bad things happening, yes I can see that. I don’t normally write about real-life politics, but it’s funny you mention it, because I did so in the story before this one, Water Way. Now that is definitely happening right now, right at my local airport. Thanks for reading Jane!
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When you think about it, every story has already been told, and history repeats itself again and again…
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It’s all in the details, isn’t it? And yes, unfortunately we do not learn nearly enough from history as we should, at least, not enough to keep from repeating it.
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