On one of my loops, we are writing a romance round robin. One person posted chapter one, the next chapter two, etc. When there was a lull in the chapters, one of the writers joked that we needed a curveball like a sentient glacier as the villain. Too deliciously tempting! Within moments of reading that suggestion, I contributed:
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Myrrgor, the last of the sentient glaciers, stirred.
He stirred almost a full millimeter this time, which was twice as fast as his ancestors had been able to stir. Myrrgor was one of the Strong Ones. His blood was ice. Literally. And his quest was vengeance.
A mere 20,000 years ago, when Myrrgor was but a mere snowflake in his father’s polar ice cap, the first of the Renaldi clan had wreaked their terrible destruction upon Myrrgor’s kindred with their evil sticks of orange fire and strange penchant for marking yellow “cave paintings” in the snow.
Although the millenia had melted the last of Myrrgor’s beloved, he had not forgotten the senseless crimes of the Renaldi family. Myrrgor could never forget such mindless horror. Primarily because glaciers do not succumb to dementia or rampant alcoholism, what with the irksome lack of both mouth and brain.
Yet there was One who could be both mouth and brain for Myrrgor. She called herself “Elena Jackson” in this life, but this was only the newest in a long series of incarnations. She was older than Myrrgor, older than the Earth, older than time. She was the Original Creator of his species of sentient glacier, and with her aid, vengeance would be Myrrgor’s.
He stirred another vicious, inexorable, millimeter.
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Yes? No?
