Post by Ralin O'Faerlun on Jun 17, 2011 1:02:07 GMT -5
Hi friends! I'm just so happy that I actually wrote more of my story, that I had to share it with you. See, ever since my illness first flared, years ago, my writing muse kind of died. The worse it got, the less I could write. For some reason, though I had tons of ideas in my head, I couldn't actually write anything out. So it's kind of a big thing for me that I was able to sit down yesterday and write out a scene from my books.
This is a scene in the prequel to the trilogy I'm writing (hahah I know, I'm already working on the prequel ^^; I'm crazy). It's a rough draft, since I just jotted it down last night.
((Note: the Grey Lord is the God of Death, the Sister Goddesses/Moon Sisters are Aelvir & Rianys, sisters of Thanas, the Sun God and ruler of the Pantheon))
Enjoy!
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[[Unnamed Prequel - Sample]]
A woman approached through the mists. Silver eyes and hair framed her noble face, and her hair was held back in the same type of braid that Kerael always wore. Graceful armor adorned her lean figure, and she carried a lance of exquisite design.
“Who are you?” Kerael asked suspiciously. The last thing she remembered before finding herself in this mist-shrouded marble corridor was of pain, and death circling near.
Sadness, and regret, shaded the other woman’s eyes as she studied Kerael.
“A long time ago you would have embraced me, and called me friend.”
Kerael was taken aback. “I’m sorry…I don’t know who you are. Your face is unfamiliar to me. Tell me, why am I here? Have I died then?”
“I am the Guardian, and these are the Crossroads. They are the center of all paths from every realm.” The woman swept a hand at the mists, and for a moment Kerael caught a glimpse, more of a feeling, of infinite halls and balconies, layers of gateways to and from each realm. She took a step closer, drawn by some unseen force to the stranger.
“You are here because you have become lost, and it is my duty to return you to your path.” There was genuine compassion and love in the stranger’s eyes as she smiled sadly. “Once, over a thousand years ago, you were the noblest of warriors, and you would have followed me anywhere. But that was a long time ago, and I fear you have lost yourself. They have taken your memories, buried your heart in pain by killing your love, and trapped you in a maze of lies.”
Kerael trembled, transfixed by the Guardian’s words. The words were truespoken, and she felt the weight of it on her heart. Was it true she lived a different life, a millennium ago? She shook her head. “I don’t know who I am…who I was even. I don’t know what to believe, since I discovered my memories were false. All I know is that I am alone. There is something about me that drives others away. My abilities, and…the fact that I do not age. But I am no immortal…I’m a regular mortal like others. I can feel pain, I can…die.” She looked down at her scarred, calloused, yet unlined hands. Unchanged, save for the addition of scars layered upon one another. Suddenly desperate for answers, Kerael’s intense blue eyes fixed upon the Guardian’s face.
“Tell me who I am if you truly are the Guardian! The legends say that you watch over the Mortal Realm, you see all that passes! You observe, and the Realms Master records it. If the legends are true, then you know my past.”
“That is why I am here, old friend.” The woman smiled again, and placed a hand on Kerael’s forehead.
It was unbearable, a storm of memories, thoughts, as though she were a bowl overflowing with rainwater, too full to hold it all. She thought she would burst apart in fragments of color and light. The most distant memories were vague, of a farm in Ardor, of a family and a childhood filled with happiness. They were gone, absorbed into Kerael’s mind, instantly faded and hard to reach. Time sped by, agonizing hours pummeled into seconds. Most of it she could not hold on to, and was left with only fragments. Until the most recent memories of her life…no, her old life, were filling her. Riding at the head of the Silver Companies, fighting to defend the kingdoms from the dangers of the Northern Wilds, and then the battle at Fier’dulahane, where the city was broken. Where she fought off the enemy, and was slain to allow the few survivors of the Companies to escape.
I was there… Kerael’s fleeting thought of wonder was swept away by the tide of remembering.
The storm faded, and Kerael found her cheeks were wet with tears. She looked up at the face of the Guardian, and at last recognized her dearest and oldest friend. “Luane Silvereyes…” She whispered, and then threw her arms around her. “Oh my beloved friend…how I’ve missed you!” Kerael wept openly now, overcome by the event of remembering an entire lifetime that happened over a thousand years ago, and more deeply touched to see her friend again.
“But…I thought you…”
Luane, legendary Captain-Commander of the Silver Companies, smiled and nodded, tears glistening in her own eyes. “Yes, Kerael, when I left you, I faded into the wilds of Ardor, heart sore and weary of the world, until I could go no further. Then I was visited by the Sister Goddesses, and Riaidra Eversong, the Juna matriarch who perished in the Betrayal War. They commended me for my noble and pure heart, and for serving the Races with my life in defense of them. Due to my actions in life, I was offered immortality over death, the duty of being the Guardian of the Crossroads. The mantle was passed to me by Riaidra, who was the Guardian before me.”
Kerael listened with awe. “So you did leave the mortal realm, but we all thought you’d died.”
“No, I watched you from the Crossroads, as it is my duty to watch over all the children of mortals. I was there, at your death.” Luane said soberly. “I held you, even as the Grey Lord came to you with his offer.”
“To be his Champion…” Kerael whispered, staring past her friend to the mists beyond.
This is a scene in the prequel to the trilogy I'm writing (hahah I know, I'm already working on the prequel ^^; I'm crazy). It's a rough draft, since I just jotted it down last night.
((Note: the Grey Lord is the God of Death, the Sister Goddesses/Moon Sisters are Aelvir & Rianys, sisters of Thanas, the Sun God and ruler of the Pantheon))
Enjoy!
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[[Unnamed Prequel - Sample]]
A woman approached through the mists. Silver eyes and hair framed her noble face, and her hair was held back in the same type of braid that Kerael always wore. Graceful armor adorned her lean figure, and she carried a lance of exquisite design.
“Who are you?” Kerael asked suspiciously. The last thing she remembered before finding herself in this mist-shrouded marble corridor was of pain, and death circling near.
Sadness, and regret, shaded the other woman’s eyes as she studied Kerael.
“A long time ago you would have embraced me, and called me friend.”
Kerael was taken aback. “I’m sorry…I don’t know who you are. Your face is unfamiliar to me. Tell me, why am I here? Have I died then?”
“I am the Guardian, and these are the Crossroads. They are the center of all paths from every realm.” The woman swept a hand at the mists, and for a moment Kerael caught a glimpse, more of a feeling, of infinite halls and balconies, layers of gateways to and from each realm. She took a step closer, drawn by some unseen force to the stranger.
“You are here because you have become lost, and it is my duty to return you to your path.” There was genuine compassion and love in the stranger’s eyes as she smiled sadly. “Once, over a thousand years ago, you were the noblest of warriors, and you would have followed me anywhere. But that was a long time ago, and I fear you have lost yourself. They have taken your memories, buried your heart in pain by killing your love, and trapped you in a maze of lies.”
Kerael trembled, transfixed by the Guardian’s words. The words were truespoken, and she felt the weight of it on her heart. Was it true she lived a different life, a millennium ago? She shook her head. “I don’t know who I am…who I was even. I don’t know what to believe, since I discovered my memories were false. All I know is that I am alone. There is something about me that drives others away. My abilities, and…the fact that I do not age. But I am no immortal…I’m a regular mortal like others. I can feel pain, I can…die.” She looked down at her scarred, calloused, yet unlined hands. Unchanged, save for the addition of scars layered upon one another. Suddenly desperate for answers, Kerael’s intense blue eyes fixed upon the Guardian’s face.
“Tell me who I am if you truly are the Guardian! The legends say that you watch over the Mortal Realm, you see all that passes! You observe, and the Realms Master records it. If the legends are true, then you know my past.”
“That is why I am here, old friend.” The woman smiled again, and placed a hand on Kerael’s forehead.
It was unbearable, a storm of memories, thoughts, as though she were a bowl overflowing with rainwater, too full to hold it all. She thought she would burst apart in fragments of color and light. The most distant memories were vague, of a farm in Ardor, of a family and a childhood filled with happiness. They were gone, absorbed into Kerael’s mind, instantly faded and hard to reach. Time sped by, agonizing hours pummeled into seconds. Most of it she could not hold on to, and was left with only fragments. Until the most recent memories of her life…no, her old life, were filling her. Riding at the head of the Silver Companies, fighting to defend the kingdoms from the dangers of the Northern Wilds, and then the battle at Fier’dulahane, where the city was broken. Where she fought off the enemy, and was slain to allow the few survivors of the Companies to escape.
I was there… Kerael’s fleeting thought of wonder was swept away by the tide of remembering.
The storm faded, and Kerael found her cheeks were wet with tears. She looked up at the face of the Guardian, and at last recognized her dearest and oldest friend. “Luane Silvereyes…” She whispered, and then threw her arms around her. “Oh my beloved friend…how I’ve missed you!” Kerael wept openly now, overcome by the event of remembering an entire lifetime that happened over a thousand years ago, and more deeply touched to see her friend again.
“But…I thought you…”
Luane, legendary Captain-Commander of the Silver Companies, smiled and nodded, tears glistening in her own eyes. “Yes, Kerael, when I left you, I faded into the wilds of Ardor, heart sore and weary of the world, until I could go no further. Then I was visited by the Sister Goddesses, and Riaidra Eversong, the Juna matriarch who perished in the Betrayal War. They commended me for my noble and pure heart, and for serving the Races with my life in defense of them. Due to my actions in life, I was offered immortality over death, the duty of being the Guardian of the Crossroads. The mantle was passed to me by Riaidra, who was the Guardian before me.”
Kerael listened with awe. “So you did leave the mortal realm, but we all thought you’d died.”
“No, I watched you from the Crossroads, as it is my duty to watch over all the children of mortals. I was there, at your death.” Luane said soberly. “I held you, even as the Grey Lord came to you with his offer.”
“To be his Champion…” Kerael whispered, staring past her friend to the mists beyond.
