Extra Credit 1 - Creative Work
Kirra Rohan
Song - http://picosong.com/BgU/
Lyrics I think you’re really really hot Tastier than a kumquat Dear Faerie Queen you are really cool Much better than a bowl of gruel Basically what I’m tryin’ to say Though I am not immortal I’ll be awesome I am sure to turn this hunt Into an intense manhunt I don’t care if I survive the day I just wanna be, I wanna be Your mortal enslaved Picked by you to save the day Mortal, in the hunt Who brought his own ointment You’ll never find another guy like me And even if you ever do Show me one mortal, who thinks your half as hot Darcey CumberlandTo the fairest queen that ever there was,
Your beauty is unmatched by any other in the land. Your fairness and just is never favoured and clear. Your judgement is never wrong, you never make an unwise decision and so... I implore you not to miss the opportunity of allowing me to join the Wild Hunt! What can a mere mortal bring? I here you cry. And you will be pleased to know I have the answer. I have the deepest understanding of the importance of the Wild Hunt. My knowledge of the skies and of the world, will allow me to navigate among your noble huntsmen and guide them on the correct path. Not only do I possess invaluable knowledge, I also have many allies that are willing to help in the recruitment process of the Hunt. They are both able and willing to assist your majesty in the kidnapping and plaguing of any and all humans that the Hunt comes into contact with. Most noble Queen, I wish only to assist you in what is perhaps the most important task that we should face. Rest assured that I will not let you down. I am at your service, majesty and await only your acceptance and instruction. Your humble servant, Darcey Cumberland. Elizabeth DarbyThou art life, give me a mortal death
O dear Queen Mab let me hunt with you Since you visited me in dreaming I have had no sight for another No ear for my sweetheart No beat in my heart or breath for myself But my arms have power To direct your steeds To shoot the arrow To grab the unworthy from their dreams To drop them in their nightmare Though how it can be said to be In servitude of you You make light of the night Make nature its best For in your presence everything benefits A cricket sings a lullaby A spider weaves a cradle And babes created to sooth with them I am ready to lay down my mortal life To join the wind and ride the wild hunt Inspired by Mercutio's speech in Romeo and Juliet (http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_Mab) |
Lavinia Rookwood
To Queen Mab
Queen Mab, the loveliest of all in the earth, on the earth, and above the earth. To you do I plead, one night in the hunt beside your side. I have heard that when you pluck your bow, there is no truer arrow that flies. That the beasts you hunt may as well as kneel in your presence, so weak are they to your charms and skills. And so I bow, to offer my arm to your aid. Though my skill may lack when displayed by yours, My arrow is the truest of all mortals. Together our arrows will pierce the sky and make the gods cry. Queen Mab, the fiercest of all queens in all lands, who's steed is darker then night. I have heard your sword is more bloodthirsty then all the creatures of the woods. Your blade hits the mark, with ease unmatched by the finest warrior in my lands. The souls you hunt are like wheat to the scythe, a surrender unmatched by any war lord. To you do I kneel, offering my blade as price to ride beside you. To you do I swear fealty as knight, I will serve til the dying day, til my breath is no more. Hinata HondaThere is but one,
That exudes beauty like none, She is Faerie Queen Mab, Her fashion sense is fab, But more than that, She can make me go splat, Like a gnatt. What I’m trying to say, To the Queen of all Fae, Is that with her sword drawn, For the Wild Hunt until dawn, That I’ll like to be by her side, And offer my wand, loyalty and pride, For that time of a life time. While I’m in my prime, For that one chance, For that fleeting glance, That I may grab, Of Faerie Queen Mab, Showing her skills, As she lands her kills. |
Prof. Tarma Amelia Black
Mab old girl! Remember me? Remember all those bottles and jars and wine-skins that we so carefully put on the log after we emptied them to see if we could get them to stretch to the end of the log? What a night, what a party. I sort of wish I could remember MORE of it ...
Anyway, I hear that you are having another sort of party. Going to invite me? WHY NOT? I promise not to break anything this time. Really! I didn't meant to break your marble table that you had specially imported from olde Greece; but you know it was sort of in the way when we were having that race through all the rooms, Right? Oh, and the chairs and stuff that went with it; they weren't supposed to burst into flames. That was truly an accident.
So when is this Hunt to take place? I'm going to show up, you know I am. I'll be sure to bring lots of wine skins with your favourite mead, too.
I was wondering, do you need anyone to blow the Hunting Horn? I've been practicing. I don't sound so much like a sick frog anymore. Just ask anyone. Well, no. Don't ask anyone ... but I've been practicing.
Send me a reply soon, old thing! I'm wanting to find some mischief to get into and a Wild Hunt seems just sort of perfect.
Anyway, I hear that you are having another sort of party. Going to invite me? WHY NOT? I promise not to break anything this time. Really! I didn't meant to break your marble table that you had specially imported from olde Greece; but you know it was sort of in the way when we were having that race through all the rooms, Right? Oh, and the chairs and stuff that went with it; they weren't supposed to burst into flames. That was truly an accident.
So when is this Hunt to take place? I'm going to show up, you know I am. I'll be sure to bring lots of wine skins with your favourite mead, too.
I was wondering, do you need anyone to blow the Hunting Horn? I've been practicing. I don't sound so much like a sick frog anymore. Just ask anyone. Well, no. Don't ask anyone ... but I've been practicing.
Send me a reply soon, old thing! I'm wanting to find some mischief to get into and a Wild Hunt seems just sort of perfect.
Isabel Rhodesse
In the rolling hills and squelching marshes, somewhere between where Scotland and England mesh in a green paradise, there was a wood. The wood, located between two or three towns, was a fair enough place to go during the day, but just about sunset, and just as the sun was rising, if you happened to be traveling through the wood, you may run into some trouble. Common folk in the nearby towns would still whisper warnings to any newcomers about the disappearance a few decades back of a young girl. The disappearance, though it was said later by the newspapers to have been a kidnapping, still made the older townspeople shake their heads and their fingers at anyone foolish enough not to heed their warning of traveling through the wood, especially at the break and end of day. I was one of the people old Mister Croft would shake his gnarled finger at. “Slyvie Croutts, you’ll find nothing but trouble in the Wild Wood. And mark my words, one day you’ll find more trouble than you can handle.”
It was there that I saw them. They were short, shorter than me even, but somehow you didn’t notice unless you caught them out of the corner of your eye. They looked just like we did… well… except their clothes. And their hair or maybe it was their eyes… or their skin. It was hard to pin down exactly what was different about them. There was no doubt, though that they were different.The first time I saw one of the wild folk, I was sitting under a tree, using the fading light to scratch a few more notes into the margins of my book. The sun was brilliant, dappling the green of the leaves with liquid gold. I still tell myself that that is how I didn’t see her until she was nearly on top of me. Her hair was an unruly, yet enchanting nest of golden strands and greenery and she wore enough green to blend in with the trees and grass in which she looked completely at home. The grass actually seemed to be greener whenever she walked, though it must have been a trick of the light. As soon as she realized I was looking, she dashed away faster than I could have imagined. I went after her, but it was a lost cause and when I returned back to retrieve my book and the basket my mother had lent me to carry my things, they were gone.
I returned the next afternoon and stayed for hours, going as deep into the middle of the wood as I could but saw no one. I finally started home, convinced I had made it up, when I suddenly reached the edge of a clearing. This time there had to be at least half a dozen of them, this time, they hadn’t seen me and I had the chance to really look at them. They were a lively bunch, involved in a game of catch and can’t catch me, twisting the high grasses around them as if by magic to hide them and alternately, to expose each other. I was so distracted watching them that I lost track of time, and when I came back to myself, I realized, embarrassed, I no longer remembered where I was. I was searching around, when I tripped over a tree root and made a bit of a racket and before I knew it, I heard rustling in the bushes around me. Afraid of what might happen, I seized up, too hesitant to move, lest I move the wrong way into danger. But what happened next surprised me; the woods seemed to open up, the trees seemed to part to uncover a path I had never seen before. Taking a deep breath, I set off in the direction I was being led—I doubt I had any choice in the matter, honestly. Before I knew it, I was on the other side of the wood, looking at the distant, twinkling lights of the town green in the distance. I turned around, unsure what to do… but after peering around a bit, I called a “thank you” and curtseyed, feeling a little bit foolish before going on my way.
I returned to the wood nearly every day after that. I didn’t always see the wild folk, but sometimes, I felt them there, and sometimes I just enjoyed the woods. But one night, as the trees parted and showed me the way out, I heard rustling in the bushes nearby, and impetuously decided to give chase, like I had seen them do so many times before. It seemed like only a few hours, but soon the sky was lightening to the deepest blue instead of the pitch-black it had been (what I had thought was) just minutes ago. Suddenly, before my eyes, the trees opened up again, but this time, I could see they led to an impossibly tall tree, with ropes hanging from it. I could feel myself being herded towards the tree, but something tickled at the back of my mind. The girl who never came back. I wondered to myself if I visited their tree if I would ever be able to go home again, and deciding, finally. I turned my back on the tree, and attempted to walk back out the way I had came. The path never seemed to lead out, this time, though, and soon I was hopelessly lost. Starting to worry, I decided to leave the path. Again, like I had so many times before, I heard rustling behind me. But this time, I was not running as part of a game. My lungs were heaving and my ears ringing. Suddenly, I broke through the trees. I had somehow ended up a few towns over. I ran to the center of town and didn’t look back.
What I found there were worried faces and a search party. My parents were notified and came to get me straight away. I tried to explain where I had been, but they looked at me, confused. I had been gone for days, they said. I reluctantly related all that had happened in the wood, and my parents’ faces began to look grimmer and grimmer. Finally, my mother took me by the arm, seemingly to grab me back from the clutches of the wild folk in the story and told me I was never to return. I tried to explain, they hadn’t mean to be bad. They weren’t evil. Just different. They weren’t like us. They didn’t have good and bad, just wild. It made no difference, the woods were now forbidden.
The next time I dared to go back to the wood, a few months later, there was no familiar rustling, no girls with hair of green and gold. Just a basket with a now-battered book under a tree.
It was there that I saw them. They were short, shorter than me even, but somehow you didn’t notice unless you caught them out of the corner of your eye. They looked just like we did… well… except their clothes. And their hair or maybe it was their eyes… or their skin. It was hard to pin down exactly what was different about them. There was no doubt, though that they were different.The first time I saw one of the wild folk, I was sitting under a tree, using the fading light to scratch a few more notes into the margins of my book. The sun was brilliant, dappling the green of the leaves with liquid gold. I still tell myself that that is how I didn’t see her until she was nearly on top of me. Her hair was an unruly, yet enchanting nest of golden strands and greenery and she wore enough green to blend in with the trees and grass in which she looked completely at home. The grass actually seemed to be greener whenever she walked, though it must have been a trick of the light. As soon as she realized I was looking, she dashed away faster than I could have imagined. I went after her, but it was a lost cause and when I returned back to retrieve my book and the basket my mother had lent me to carry my things, they were gone.
I returned the next afternoon and stayed for hours, going as deep into the middle of the wood as I could but saw no one. I finally started home, convinced I had made it up, when I suddenly reached the edge of a clearing. This time there had to be at least half a dozen of them, this time, they hadn’t seen me and I had the chance to really look at them. They were a lively bunch, involved in a game of catch and can’t catch me, twisting the high grasses around them as if by magic to hide them and alternately, to expose each other. I was so distracted watching them that I lost track of time, and when I came back to myself, I realized, embarrassed, I no longer remembered where I was. I was searching around, when I tripped over a tree root and made a bit of a racket and before I knew it, I heard rustling in the bushes around me. Afraid of what might happen, I seized up, too hesitant to move, lest I move the wrong way into danger. But what happened next surprised me; the woods seemed to open up, the trees seemed to part to uncover a path I had never seen before. Taking a deep breath, I set off in the direction I was being led—I doubt I had any choice in the matter, honestly. Before I knew it, I was on the other side of the wood, looking at the distant, twinkling lights of the town green in the distance. I turned around, unsure what to do… but after peering around a bit, I called a “thank you” and curtseyed, feeling a little bit foolish before going on my way.
I returned to the wood nearly every day after that. I didn’t always see the wild folk, but sometimes, I felt them there, and sometimes I just enjoyed the woods. But one night, as the trees parted and showed me the way out, I heard rustling in the bushes nearby, and impetuously decided to give chase, like I had seen them do so many times before. It seemed like only a few hours, but soon the sky was lightening to the deepest blue instead of the pitch-black it had been (what I had thought was) just minutes ago. Suddenly, before my eyes, the trees opened up again, but this time, I could see they led to an impossibly tall tree, with ropes hanging from it. I could feel myself being herded towards the tree, but something tickled at the back of my mind. The girl who never came back. I wondered to myself if I visited their tree if I would ever be able to go home again, and deciding, finally. I turned my back on the tree, and attempted to walk back out the way I had came. The path never seemed to lead out, this time, though, and soon I was hopelessly lost. Starting to worry, I decided to leave the path. Again, like I had so many times before, I heard rustling behind me. But this time, I was not running as part of a game. My lungs were heaving and my ears ringing. Suddenly, I broke through the trees. I had somehow ended up a few towns over. I ran to the center of town and didn’t look back.
What I found there were worried faces and a search party. My parents were notified and came to get me straight away. I tried to explain where I had been, but they looked at me, confused. I had been gone for days, they said. I reluctantly related all that had happened in the wood, and my parents’ faces began to look grimmer and grimmer. Finally, my mother took me by the arm, seemingly to grab me back from the clutches of the wild folk in the story and told me I was never to return. I tried to explain, they hadn’t mean to be bad. They weren’t evil. Just different. They weren’t like us. They didn’t have good and bad, just wild. It made no difference, the woods were now forbidden.
The next time I dared to go back to the wood, a few months later, there was no familiar rustling, no girls with hair of green and gold. Just a basket with a now-battered book under a tree.