The Narrative
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Rukurael knew it was time. She had to leave to find the answers to her nightmares. Hopefully she could find the answers she needed. These nightmares have plagued her sleep her whole life. Her mother, being the Elven mage she was, tried to help her. Her father tried with his Orcish might to battle away the nightmares. He taught her everything he knew about being honorable and strong. Every battle technique and what was right and wrong. He even taught her how to be independent and rely on the land to feed them. Hunting, gathering, farming everything she would need to survive, except living without him. There was nothing she could have done more to save him, but the pain still remained. It was what made leaving now so painful. She was leaving her mother to find answers and maybe save the world. Her mother could always affect the weather with her mood. This storm started the night before. She knew it would last a long time. She turned back one last time to look at the cottage she grew up in. The safe haven her parents created from the world. It was a glow with the warmth she now saw from a distance, but still felt in her heart. She now had to venture into the world which so cruelly treated them for forging the love that grew between two people who were from very different worlds. She knew she would often hear hateful words and names people would spit at her. She longed to go back, but her sense of duty to the world forced her to turn and leave.
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The Narrative
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It had been years since she had seen her home. The home she greatly missed. Her mother and all her wisdom and love. The foods they cooked together and things she learned from her. Most of all the unconditional love that emanated her mother’s very being. As she crested the last hill before the entry to the forest clearing where her mother still lived, she took a deep breath in and inhaled the earthy scents of mosses, pines, and oaks. Her toothy grin beamed as she looked down at the cottage she had longed to roam back to. Smoke was rising from the chimney and the light of the sun was just peaking over the trees. There had never been a more beautiful sight. The little valley was alive with happiness. Her mother knew she was here, the wind blew with the comfort her mother always wrapped her in. She was finally home.
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Sketch idea 1
Sketch Idea 2
After doing a lot of researching of lighting, positions of scenes and landscapes, and small details like renaissance period building materials and housing styles. I blended the two sketch ideas and created the results of the final 2 scenes as show above.
