There are so many POV you can take with a story. So, I thought I’d try three different versions of a little story I wrote just to show you what it’s like.
We arrived on the planet when the dragon reign had passed its peak. The only legacy the dragons left behind was heat and ash, and an unnaturally long summer.
When I had first created dragons, they seemed perfect. They were the true representation of magic and power in my eyes, but over time, they had become too powerful. Nothing rivaled them, so there was nothing to keep their chaos at bay. They were their own worst enemy, which led to their demise.
There should have been heavy snow clouds shadowing over, threatening the lands of a bitter winter. Instead, it was nothing but heat and dryness. The consequences of the dragon’s long existence had reared its ugly head. The planet had erupted in fiery fury. Bayna told me not to worry as this planet was only a bit of fun, but it was hard to let it die out like that.
Water had become scarce and plant life had suffered. Herbivores were the next to die, leaving the scavengers that hid in the dragon’s shadows to die out next. Death and decay had spread rapidly through the lands, which caused disease. Rotting bodies infected the very little water that was left. And so, the dragon reign came to an abrupt and brutal end. All life on land ceased to exist after some time. Every creature’s soul exited this dimension.
I had been upset that it had ended so quickly. After millions of years leading up to this and for it to end like that, I was devastated until Bayna reminded me of the ocean creatures that still lived and I knew my creation was not over.
We retreated into our own realm and waited for the next wave of beings to surface. Lifetimes passed, and finally, the planet cooled down. Snow healed the scorched lands and when the snow melted once again the planet became green and lush. There were still no signs of any creatures, however, it wasn’t long until those beings rose up from the waters. Millions of years passed and they adapted to being on the land, changing to fit their new environment. I watched with a curiosity that would cause me once more to enter my creation and become part of it.
These beings slowly progressed from fins and scales to skin and fur. Bayna didn’t think much of them until they formed their own language and began to communicate with each other.
‘I want to teach them things,’ Bayna said, ‘now that they can talk, I can teach them magic and useful skills.’
And so she did, that was our first mistake. The second mistake was abandoning the creatures that considered us their Gods and letting chaos break out across the lands.
Two beings had entered their creation when the dragon reign was coming to an end. Jarno had created dragons to be powerful creatures and it had become a problem. Seasons stopped changing; it was now just an endless summer.
Jarno and Bayna watched as life on the planet died out. The vegetation went first, then the herbivores, and on and on it went, until at long last, the dragons died off. Death choked the air and poisoned the waters, life couldn’t carry on. Jarno was devastated by this but Bayna reminded him of the creatures that lived in the deepest parts of the oceans.
The two beings withdrew to their own realm, waiting for the creatures of the deep blue to show themselves. The planet froze over, erasing any evidence of the dragon’s chaotic reign that had scorched the lands. Many more lifetimes passed and as the ice melted away the planet had become a green and lush place once again. This caused ocean beings to surface and evolve into creatures that no longer needed to be in the water to survive. Over a long period of time, they progressed from fins and scales to skin and fur.
Bayna hadn’t given much attention to these creatures until they formed their own language. That is when the two beings of creation decided to enter once more. Upon entering this realm, the creatures soon worshipped Jarno and Bayna as their gods. They stayed for some time until Bayna grew bored and both decided to retreat. This left the planet in chaos, a chaos that doomed the civilisation.
Third Person Limited
Upon entering his creation, Jarno knew something was not right. Seasons had come to a standstill. It had been an endless summer. There was no balance, and with dragons infesting the skies and lands, death was not far off. There should have been heavy snow clouds shadowing the lands; instead it was nothing but fiery chaos.
When Jarno had first thought up the creation of dragons, he had created them to be powerful. They were the ultimate representation of the magic that he possessed. But they had become too big, too powerful. The planet would soon find a way to clear herself of the pests that caused chaos.
Though this creation was an experiment, Jarno struggled with the thought of letting it all go to waste. After millions of years leading up to this, he was devastated to watch it all die out. The planet had once been green and lush, but now water was scarce. Animals died out; one by one, the species disappeared; and so dragons suffered their ultimate fate too.
‘Remember,’ Bayna said, ‘there are plenty of creatures in the oceans.’
With this simple reminder, Jarno knew his creation was not over. The two of them retreated into their own realm, waiting for the next wave of beings to surface.
And, as the years passed, the planet cooled herself down, trying to find a balance. Many eras later, the lands had started to warm up again. This became the perfect environment for plants to grow. The lands were green once more. It didn’t take long until beings rose up from the waters and as they adapted to being on the land, changing to fit their new environment, Jarno watched with curiosity. It was a curiosity that would lead him to enter his creation once more and become part of it.
These creatures slowly progressed from fins and scales to skin and fur. They formed their own language and began to communicate with each other. Bayna, seeing that they were starting to seek knowledge, took the opportunity to teach them things. The two beings found themselves back on the planet. It took time for the creatures to warm up to them but soon they were worshipped as their Gods. When Bayna grew bored, she and Jarno decided to leave the realm, leaving the planet to the chaos that would wreck a new type of havoc upon the lands.
The original scene comes off being a little restricted in first-person. You only see what the character wants you to see. Though it does make it feel a little more personal coming from the character’s POV, it just doesn’t feel believable. The reader can get an insight into the character’s mind but being in first-person you can’t ‘see’ everything that is going on that the main character might not notice.
Writing in minimalist style wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Trying to cut down a lot of information and get the story across at the same time was difficult to do and I still don’t feel that I wrote it correctly. It isn’t a go-to writing style for me. It doesn’t feel like you are able to get to know the characters, it is more like a quick skim over what is happening.
Third-person is the hardest to write in, yet it is the most satisfying POV to use. I feel that it gives the reader a better look at the story. You can see the setting and what the character looks like, what they’re doing and what other characters around them are doing. It just makes it more believable. Though you can also get those things from first-person, it comes across like you have more information when in third-person.
Liz Westwood from UK on December 11, 2019:
This is an interesting exercise. I wish I had been set a similar task when I was studying English language. Creating text from different POV would have helped me with the analysis of English literature texts later in my studies.