3 May 2018, 17:47
The Turner Rebellion
Prompt: What if superpowers existed? What would a world like that look like and what type of trials would the people of that world have to endure?
One thing needs to be clear, the unfortunate death of Mrs. Clara Bucklew did not start the war. There were a multitude of deaths, injuries, and losses during the multiple attacks and raids. All of which were from the rebellion group lead by a man named Judas Turner. A man that few knew but many feared. The attack that ended Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s life wasn’t the first. It also wasn’t the last. Her death had occurred over a month or so before the countries capital, the City of Wellcrest, and its government officials had even started to debate and discuss the idea of war. No, Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s death did not start the war.
Compared to all the lives lost in the country of Esporth, let alone its capital, her death seemed insignificant. She was just a simple, lower-middle class bystander. Crushed by the debris that the rebels had created. Her death was due to numerous fractures and severe blood loss. Unfortunately, not even her husband, a talented doctor and abnormal with the gift of healing, could have saved her. Even if he could, he wasn’t there to do so. The rebels had no vendetta against her. Her abnormality was empathy and it well suited her for she was a kind and loving mother and wife. However, no how true the statement was, she was never the rebel’s target. Then why mention Mrs. Clara Bucklew at all? Although she didn’t individually start the war, her family was certainly a big part of it.
Her funeral was quite simple. She wasn’t given a grand and lengthy funeral speech about how sweet and compassionate natured she was that moved people to tears or drove them to take action. There were only a handful of people were invited. Just some close friends, neighbors, and her immediate family. Her husband, Dr. Simeon Bucklew, was present. He, like any loving husband, never thought that he would have to say goodbye. However, his heart was heavy, there was a strange sort of spark in his eyes. He shed very few tears. The people surrounding him said he looked like a man on a mission that he was desperate to pursue. Now it is true that this newfound drive or inspiration may have resorted from his dear wife’s unfortunate departure, but Dr. Simeon Bucklew did not start the war.
Other than Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s friend’s, neighbors, and husband, there where only two other people; her children. Mr. and Mrs. Bucklew had two girls, who by the time their mother passed had grown into bright young women in the world. The names they were given were Adlyn and Elodie. If people didn’t know the two ladies, and in all honestly most didn’t, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to believe that they were twins. However, in reality, Adlyn was roughly about fourteen months or so older than Elodie. Both girls’ had similar features. They were both fairly small, had chocolaty brown locks, light skin that seem to never want to tan, and faces that were decorated with a small splatter of freckles. The most defining differences were in their natural hairstyle, height, and eye color. Adlyn was fairly tall and a thin figured girl with loose curls and light blue eyes that could easily be compared to frostbite. Elodie was a couple inches shorter and not quite as lanky. Her hair was straight with out a single curl in sight and her eyes were an unusual dark grey-blue that resembled a hidden thunderstorm. After decently associating with them, one can have an easier time telling them apart. There might be less confusion if their reclusive reserve hindered them. They were happy with each other and an occasional friend once and awhile.
Before their mother’s death, they were quite hopeful for their futures. They didn’t know or even want to know what war would possible look like. But they would eventually discover what war really was and what it really entailed. All of Esporth would. For Mrs. Bucklew, Dr. Bucklew, Adlyn, and Elodie had no part in starting the war that would come over their beloved homeland. But in the end they had to live through the war. And by the stars above did they live though it.
One thing needs to be clear, the unfortunate death of Mrs. Clara Bucklew did not start the war. There were a multitude of deaths, injuries, and losses during the multiple attacks and raids. All of which were from the rebellion group lead by a man named Judas Turner. A man that few knew but many feared. The attack that ended Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s life wasn’t the first. It also wasn’t the last. Her death had occurred over a month or so before the countries capital, the City of Wellcrest, and its government officials had even started to debate and discuss the idea of war. No, Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s death did not start the war.
Compared to all the lives lost in the country of Esporth, let alone its capital, her death seemed insignificant. She was just a simple, lower-middle class bystander. Crushed by the debris that the rebels had created. Her death was due to numerous fractures and severe blood loss. Unfortunately, not even her husband, a talented doctor and abnormal with the gift of healing, could have saved her. Even if he could, he wasn’t there to do so. The rebels had no vendetta against her. Her abnormality was empathy and it well suited her for she was a kind and loving mother and wife. However, no how true the statement was, she was never the rebel’s target. Then why mention Mrs. Clara Bucklew at all? Although she didn’t individually start the war, her family was certainly a big part of it.
Her funeral was quite simple. She wasn’t given a grand and lengthy funeral speech about how sweet and compassionate natured she was that moved people to tears or drove them to take action. There were only a handful of people were invited. Just some close friends, neighbors, and her immediate family. Her husband, Dr. Simeon Bucklew, was present. He, like any loving husband, never thought that he would have to say goodbye. However, his heart was heavy, there was a strange sort of spark in his eyes. He shed very few tears. The people surrounding him said he looked like a man on a mission that he was desperate to pursue. Now it is true that this newfound drive or inspiration may have resorted from his dear wife’s unfortunate departure, but Dr. Simeon Bucklew did not start the war.
Other than Mrs. Clara Bucklew’s friend’s, neighbors, and husband, there where only two other people; her children. Mr. and Mrs. Bucklew had two girls, who by the time their mother passed had grown into bright young women in the world. The names they were given were Adlyn and Elodie. If people didn’t know the two ladies, and in all honestly most didn’t, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to believe that they were twins. However, in reality, Adlyn was roughly about fourteen months or so older than Elodie. Both girls’ had similar features. They were both fairly small, had chocolaty brown locks, light skin that seem to never want to tan, and faces that were decorated with a small splatter of freckles. The most defining differences were in their natural hairstyle, height, and eye color. Adlyn was fairly tall and a thin figured girl with loose curls and light blue eyes that could easily be compared to frostbite. Elodie was a couple inches shorter and not quite as lanky. Her hair was straight with out a single curl in sight and her eyes were an unusual dark grey-blue that resembled a hidden thunderstorm. After decently associating with them, one can have an easier time telling them apart. There might be less confusion if their reclusive reserve hindered them. They were happy with each other and an occasional friend once and awhile.
Before their mother’s death, they were quite hopeful for their futures. They didn’t know or even want to know what war would possible look like. But they would eventually discover what war really was and what it really entailed. All of Esporth would. For Mrs. Bucklew, Dr. Bucklew, Adlyn, and Elodie had no part in starting the war that would come over their beloved homeland. But in the end they had to live through the war. And by the stars above did they live though it.
Elsie N. Hoagland