Short Fiction: One Hundred Minus One,

The following is a writing assignment I had for school way back in 2008. It's a means of showing the nature of one of the creatures of my fantasy novel that I've been working on off and on for the past...wow, almost seven years. I think these little things are important in fantasy world-building. I love all the poems and songs and little tidbits of culture that permeate Tolkien's work. Half the reason I have been working on the novel for so long is because I am really shooting for that depth of creation that Tolkien had. I want my world, the peoples and places and creatures, to feel real to the reader.

One Hundred Minus One

The full moon shone brightly over the earth, filling the sky with its ethereal light. The stars glinted in the sky, little pinpricks of light, forming the constellations of the heavens. All was peace and tranquility under that heavenly beacon. Below the moon, a hundred throats lifted their voices in song, weaving a melody of beauty and wonder. The Elorí watched the moon as they sang their song, wondering at its light and majesty; reveling in the touch of its glow.