Friday, September 30, 2011
Fallen
A single presence disturbed the swirling eddies of wild magic that flowed through the void. In the space between spaces, the unreality between realities, the nonexistence between existences, the place where neither dream nor imagination made no sense, the Sleeping King made his presence manifest. From the core of his being, an emanation swept all the chaotic energies away as he spoke “Gideon.”
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Kite - Chapter 17: Stirrings of Evil
Deep in the distant northern mountains, peaks forever shrouded by black smoke, the sky rumbled and the earth shook. The dark dismal sky was filled with a sinister red light as the shackles that bound the horrid beasts crumbled to dust. The chasms between the mountains was filled with roars of delight and gratuity to an unseen benefactor.
Forever bound, forever cursed to remain entombed in the stone, guardians to deter any who dared to pass, the wyrms took great delight in their freedom. Fire filled the heavens and set alight the black clouds of soot that drifted across the mountaintops, clearing them and letting the sun shine down upon the barren wasteland where everything refused to grow.
Forever bound, forever cursed to remain entombed in the stone, guardians to deter any who dared to pass, the wyrms took great delight in their freedom. Fire filled the heavens and set alight the black clouds of soot that drifted across the mountaintops, clearing them and letting the sun shine down upon the barren wasteland where everything refused to grow.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Kite - Chapter 16: A World Without Evil?
I rode with my men down the rolling countryside at the base
of the mountains that protected our city. It was a rough trek down the
mountainside since none of us possessed magic strong enough to levitate an
entire caravan’s worth of people, pack animals, steeds and wagons. The portal
stones within the city had been acting strangely recently, causing a sort of
static noise in the minds of any magic user that would come near them, so we
decided to take the long route down.
Unfortunately, the normal route, a cave that inclined softly
downwards to the base of the mountains, was blocked by a landslide. It took the
better part of the day to clear away the debris since the cave mouth was
protected from magic. When that was done, the first wagon’s axel broke and so
the entire expedition had to be stopped for repairs and another round of
inspection.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Kite - Chapter 15: Seared
Two months after the supposed
meeting had taken place; my study was filled to the brim with reports from my
extensive spy networks about increased order activity. What puzzled me, though,
was that none of them, not even one answered the question of exactly what the
order was doing. Few speculated but a lot of those seemed far-fetched to me.
In the three years since the day
the sun was restored, I had become harder, more accustomed to the surface
world. In fact, Ivan had his tutors teach me the ways of his court. They were
more than happy to oblige, provided that I told them of my heritage and taught
them a little faerie magic. A number of the kin, though they despised being
painless, did not despise their immortality either. Those were thankful for the
service Ivan and I had done for them. The years of utter darkness had done
wonders for their urge to feel pain.
As the seasons passed, I gathered
quite a number of friends. Early on in the summer of the first year of the
so-called new era, Ivan’s spymaster passed away. He was one of my dearest
mentors and was quite fond of me, so to me the mantle of spymaster was passed.
It didn’t take long before I had the position safely secured, but that was when
reports about a so-called Order began to flood in.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Kite - Chapter 14: Beautiful Conspiracy
Three years after the sun had been restored to the surface world;
both factions of the yet unseen war had put their pawns into place. The game
that would decide the destiny of not only one world, but countless others was
at hand. In the darkness of the nights, a coven of the Order gathered. The
night was a moonlit one and it was when Qyxymenos reigned supreme, or so the
Order’s priests had been told.
The Darkest One, or so he was called, was amongst the
believers gathered. None of them knew of this and the gathering proceeded as
planned. Over the three years, the Order had gained strength, though precious
few of the new initiates had been truly sworn into service. Shame, he thought.
But he would have to make do with what he had. There was little time to
prepare.
He had cast a powerful magick over the entire world. Such
was his power. It hid from the sight of any creature, mortal or immortal, the
Grim Moon. He willed himself to see the moon as it was and true enough, it was
almost in its final position. Soon the heroes would be called back to the
plains of Fate. By then, the order would have done its work.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Kite - Chapter 13: The Return
The Fae were reviled at every turn. That much I realized
when the daylight shone upon me and many of the soldiers were distracted from
their happiness and snarls were thrown my way. I saw the looks of disgust and
utter revulsion that were thrown my way and men passed by, unaware that I was
the dragon that had landed moments ago. Ivan rose and in a loud voice that
boomed across the camp said “She may be Fae, but she is more human than most of
you. She sacrificed her people, her home and her entire world so that this
world would not break apart completely. To her we owe the sun!” His voice was
carried by magic and so everyone in the camp heard the words he spoke.
“And who might you be?” spat one of the men whose decorated
armor meant that he was of a high rank. Arrogance flowed from him; he was one
of the few men that had dry cheeks. “You must be weak, having to side with a
fairy” he taunted.
“I am Ivan, King of the Kindred of Sol. I can rip you apart
limb from limb and in this sunlight, nothing you do can kill me” he snarled at
the man. I jumped at the ferocity of Ivan’s words. His eyes burned with a fire
that told me that was just his intention.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Kite - Chapter 12: Healing
Play if you want to read with music.
The initial burst of light had been momentary and soon everything dimmed again. The sun was a disc surrounded by a dull orange glow near the horizon. As I descended, the sounds of war became louder and louder. Metal struck against metal and explosions rent the earth as entire squadrons of magi attacked their foes.
I almost dove straight into the heart of one such skirmish, barely dodging the fireballs that sailed through the sky. A few curses were let loose as I flew dangerously low and nearly hit the milling soldiers. A fair number of those curses were from Ivan.
Ivan conjured a small magical light to illuminate our way. It was a simple blue ball of flame that had an intense brightness. I flew over the fields, warily watching the sun as it gradually grew brighter. Then, with little warning, streams of light exploded from the disk, gradually bringing color to the monotone landscape once more.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Kite - Chapter 11: On the Verge
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A tear ran down my face, the glistening droplet fell to the ground and stained it darker. I sat beside the shell of the one faerie that had taken the time to get to know me, partly because she was born blind to the beauty of the world. Yet that had not dissuaded Dandelion from pursuing music, and here she was, forever playing her haunting melody.
I took a step back, shying away from the broken faerie when another chord struck my being, a violin’s melody now mixed in with the flute’s own. From the distance, a voice joined the symphony, the lamentation. It was music that inspired great grief in me, a grief that led me to seek the comfort I once had by the tree.
“Come, Ivan, I must visit an old friend…” I said, barely stifling a sob. Heart heavy, I unfurled my wings and rose through the heavens.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Kite - Chapter 10: Broken
Four years the war had lasted, Ivan told me as we navigated the labyrinthine passage through the mountain. Four years that led up to events that upturned both of our lives and the lives of countless others. Four years that left the land permanently scarred.
As Ivan had recounted the story of his past, she had noticed tears well in his eyes, the tears of a man who had failed. He told of a time when the battles were so fierce that the very trees of the forests wept blood. Elf, human, dwarf, kindred and countless other races fought against the shadowsworn, each victory a pyrrhic one.
Yet none of the races set their arms down, the dwarves nearly did, but the shadowsworn occupied one of their cities, an act that rekindled the flames of their wrath. Ivan had told the story in such vivid detail, with a fiery passion that seemed as though telling the entire thing to me was what would redeem him and his people. I was thoroughly engrossed, and well entertained.
Then one day, he said, nearing the end of the tale of the wars, “It all just vanished.”
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Kite - Chapter 9: Shadowsworn
“What is the meaning of this chancellor a’Len? What happened to you?” I asked, incredulous and partly fearful. They put on a formidable show of their transformation. They looked unliving yet not dead. The room seemed to darken around them.
“We’ve found the solution to your… predicament, Idhdardil” said the creature that was once a’Len in a voice that sounded like the rasping of century-old parchment. I nearly gave a start, realizing he had used my true name. As he spoke, flakes of grayish skin fell from the corners of his mouth and his words blended with each other in a sort of guttural music. He opened his mouth revealing a blackened tongue marked with a strange glyph.
“Who is this… Idhdardil you speak of?” I said, aware that my voice had cracked and faltered in the course of uttering the question. “I know no man here of this name”
“Do not act ignorant, child, we know it is your true name. Our God, blest be the name of Qyxymenos, has revealed to us much of the worlds’ truths in the dream” said the one who was once high-priest of Noundele with the hiss of a snake. Around his neck hung the symbol of ultimate blasphemy, the ultimate sacrilege, the crescent moon stabbed through the heart of the sun.
“We’ve found the solution to your… predicament, Idhdardil” said the creature that was once a’Len in a voice that sounded like the rasping of century-old parchment. I nearly gave a start, realizing he had used my true name. As he spoke, flakes of grayish skin fell from the corners of his mouth and his words blended with each other in a sort of guttural music. He opened his mouth revealing a blackened tongue marked with a strange glyph.
“Who is this… Idhdardil you speak of?” I said, aware that my voice had cracked and faltered in the course of uttering the question. “I know no man here of this name”
“Do not act ignorant, child, we know it is your true name. Our God, blest be the name of Qyxymenos, has revealed to us much of the worlds’ truths in the dream” said the one who was once high-priest of Noundele with the hiss of a snake. Around his neck hung the symbol of ultimate blasphemy, the ultimate sacrilege, the crescent moon stabbed through the heart of the sun.
Kite - Chapter 8: Etched in Stone
Death. Sweet, sweet death. Its siren call sang to me, tried to draw me in during the final days of my short reign as it did to the suffering and the impoverished. There seemed to be no hope. The streets of my city were empty, the stalls and shops with their wares, closed. A fine layer of dust had gathered on the once-gleaming pavement and one step outside made me regret it immediately. Being immortal didn’t mean a lungful of dust wouldn’t send me coughing.
It took the better part of a month before I was convinced filling my lungs with dust wouldn’t do much good for my kingdom. I was often confined to my quarters, trying to think up a way to turn the tables of chance, but to no avail. Even my study was gathering dust, whatever remained of the palace’s servants were either sleeping in their quarters or idly chatting about the days of glory that had passed.
Even the weather was dreary. Rain didn’t come, nor did any wind, but the sky was overcast for most of the time. I was beginning to feel gloomy as well, so it came as a surprise when a soldier burst into my room, panting and said “It.. miracle.. they.. solution! They.. seek.. audience.. king!”
It took the better part of a month before I was convinced filling my lungs with dust wouldn’t do much good for my kingdom. I was often confined to my quarters, trying to think up a way to turn the tables of chance, but to no avail. Even my study was gathering dust, whatever remained of the palace’s servants were either sleeping in their quarters or idly chatting about the days of glory that had passed.
Even the weather was dreary. Rain didn’t come, nor did any wind, but the sky was overcast for most of the time. I was beginning to feel gloomy as well, so it came as a surprise when a soldier burst into my room, panting and said “It.. miracle.. they.. solution! They.. seek.. audience.. king!”
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Kite - Chapter 7: The Nights Beckon
What had been and is a mark of glory in the eyes of the kin was rapidly turning into the sign of a curse in mine. Our grip on the land and on the hostile kingdoms and empires was slipping, all because the kindred yearned for the pain and ecstasy they had experienced upon my coronation. I myself was losing power, the commoner folk among us called for me to evoke whatever strange power I had inherited that made the sun go dark.
There were political factions, rifts in society, even the churches that once held our prosperous kingdom together were at war with each other. Civil war within the kindred was not the physical swords-against-shields kind but mental. Outmaneuvering the other side was the goal of it all, and I was caught in the middle of it all.
One side clamored that I be deposed for bringing about the fall of our empire, the other that I be raised into godhood for bringing them the cure to their curse. As it was, the side that demanded my godhood was greater in magnitude and political strength. As pure and virtuous as the kin was, it still had its share of vainglorious hogs.
To end it all, I came up with somewhat of a solution. I proferred to both sides a prize. Whichever of them was able to come up with a magical formula, an incantation to induce eternal eclipse around our capital, would have their wishes granted. For those against me, my deposition, for those that wanted my ascension into our pantheon, my godhood.
I gave them all authority to do what they must for the good of the kin, while I struggled to rebuild whatever was left of my power. Weeks turned into months and months into years, yet neither side was willing to yield, although I suspect that they simply did not want to admit that there was nothing that could be done for the problem at hand.
Representatives of the factions that I would pass by in my palace halls would look me meaningfully in the eye and open their mouths as though to say something and then shut them and take an interest in their feet as they walk past. As the two sides raced for their price, the rest of the population that simply had no interest in what was happening was beginning to decline.
I could feel their despair as the urge was beginning to overtake me as well. I had only been able to stave it off because I had to, as king. I once, unsuccessfully, tried to take matters in my own hands and blot out the sun, but it did not do as well as I had hoped. In vain I cried out to the gods for deliverance from our plight, but as was expected, none answered. I was beginning to believe that they had abandoned us.
And so the seasons passed, summer into autumn, winter into spring, with each passing moment, more and more of us succumbed to the urge. More and more began to stay indoors, awaiting the relief of night. The streets of our once glorious capital began to gather dust and the once noisy streets of the market, filled with vendors and hawkers shouting out their wares were beginning to look glum and dilapidated.
It was as though a blanket had been thrown over my people, over my kingdom. I despaired for a solution, hoping that neither side had given up in their quest. It was as though the world was on my shoulders, the weight of a people losing hope, to whom the nights beckon sweetly.
There were political factions, rifts in society, even the churches that once held our prosperous kingdom together were at war with each other. Civil war within the kindred was not the physical swords-against-shields kind but mental. Outmaneuvering the other side was the goal of it all, and I was caught in the middle of it all.
One side clamored that I be deposed for bringing about the fall of our empire, the other that I be raised into godhood for bringing them the cure to their curse. As it was, the side that demanded my godhood was greater in magnitude and political strength. As pure and virtuous as the kin was, it still had its share of vainglorious hogs.
To end it all, I came up with somewhat of a solution. I proferred to both sides a prize. Whichever of them was able to come up with a magical formula, an incantation to induce eternal eclipse around our capital, would have their wishes granted. For those against me, my deposition, for those that wanted my ascension into our pantheon, my godhood.
I gave them all authority to do what they must for the good of the kin, while I struggled to rebuild whatever was left of my power. Weeks turned into months and months into years, yet neither side was willing to yield, although I suspect that they simply did not want to admit that there was nothing that could be done for the problem at hand.
Representatives of the factions that I would pass by in my palace halls would look me meaningfully in the eye and open their mouths as though to say something and then shut them and take an interest in their feet as they walk past. As the two sides raced for their price, the rest of the population that simply had no interest in what was happening was beginning to decline.
I could feel their despair as the urge was beginning to overtake me as well. I had only been able to stave it off because I had to, as king. I once, unsuccessfully, tried to take matters in my own hands and blot out the sun, but it did not do as well as I had hoped. In vain I cried out to the gods for deliverance from our plight, but as was expected, none answered. I was beginning to believe that they had abandoned us.
And so the seasons passed, summer into autumn, winter into spring, with each passing moment, more and more of us succumbed to the urge. More and more began to stay indoors, awaiting the relief of night. The streets of our once glorious capital began to gather dust and the once noisy streets of the market, filled with vendors and hawkers shouting out their wares were beginning to look glum and dilapidated.
It was as though a blanket had been thrown over my people, over my kingdom. I despaired for a solution, hoping that neither side had given up in their quest. It was as though the world was on my shoulders, the weight of a people losing hope, to whom the nights beckon sweetly.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Fyrespinner, a teaser
I know, I know, I haven't even finished the three running story-lines and I'm already starting another, well, I just had to get the idea out of my head.
Fyrespinner
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Fyrespinner, they called her, a formidable name, enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals in her world, but not in the world of the mundane mortals, to whom it was simply odd. To him, though, she was known as his darling Freyja. For the last three weeks, the Fyrespinner has attempted to coax the magic out of him.
He didn't know what happened, just that one day he was talking to a strange woman wearing a strangely familiar dress and the next, he was falling irrevocably in love with her. Typically, he forgot about her, and it wasn't until he saw the neatly cut patterns on the lobby's tapestry did he realize why the woman's dress was so familiar.
That was three weeks before the present, and for the man, things have just gotten far stranger. This is the story of how the Fyrespinner found the most dangerous weapon born from the Goddess Lliena's ire and how she managed to fall in love with him and teach him how to weave.
Fyrespinner
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Fyrespinner, they called her, a formidable name, enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals in her world, but not in the world of the mundane mortals, to whom it was simply odd. To him, though, she was known as his darling Freyja. For the last three weeks, the Fyrespinner has attempted to coax the magic out of him.
He didn't know what happened, just that one day he was talking to a strange woman wearing a strangely familiar dress and the next, he was falling irrevocably in love with her. Typically, he forgot about her, and it wasn't until he saw the neatly cut patterns on the lobby's tapestry did he realize why the woman's dress was so familiar.
That was three weeks before the present, and for the man, things have just gotten far stranger. This is the story of how the Fyrespinner found the most dangerous weapon born from the Goddess Lliena's ire and how she managed to fall in love with him and teach him how to weave.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Kite - Chapter 6: Black Sun
The pain I felt was exhilarating. It surged through my body and it seemed to burn every nerve as it leapt across my synapses. It was the ultimate joy for my people, death by murder. I raised my hands to the sky in appreciation. The bliss that was surging through me was immense, even as the red ichor ran down the golden lining of my cloak, pooling at my feet.
The world was silent and the breeze was still. The trees in the forests, the birds in the sky and even the ravens circling above the palace, everything seemed to be waiting for me to fall lifeless against the cold marble floor. A sadistic glint was in the beady eyes of the murder of ravens watching high above the gathering.
Envy was visibly painted on my people’s faces, as well as shock. Nobody even half-turned when a pained howl turned into a gurgling whimper. The guards had found the assailant and slit his throat. I fell to my knees in ecstasy but sank no lower.
I grabbed the arrow lodged in my chest and ripped it out, wincing slightly at the pain and brandished it, the metal head still dripping with blood. I ripped apart my vestment and revealed the wound on my chest. The wind began to pick up and a gasp ran across the crowd as it began to heal itself. Smiles broke out on the faces of my people, and as the wind rose to a howl, I stood. A cheer began to swell and soon it was louder than even the wind.
I stood tall and proud before them, gleaming crown of gold on my head. There was another crown around my temple, the gleaming circle of the black sun. I raised my hand to hush the people and slowly placed it around the hilt of my sword. As I drew it, the rasp of blade against scabbard filled the air. Aiming it at my abdomen, I plunged it in and a howl of pure joy ripped through the throats of the crowd.
Behind me I heard the ambassadors of the different nations retch in disgust. I heard the sounds of heavy chairs falling as the women fainted and the men scrambled to help them. Shouts of utter revulsion were muted and indiscernible to my ears. All that mattered at the moment was the joy of feeling alive.
And then it was to be known forever, immortalized in the annals of history, that on the day of my crowning, the kindred of sol, my people, experienced something that had never been felt before. Our need to feel alive, to feel the deep physical pain that everyone else detested had been satiated, at least for a while.
Months passed and none of the kindred felt the urge, but as the months turned to years, the urge slowly returned, stronger and faster than ever before. Eventually, even the daily wait for nighttime drove the weakest of us insane. There was chaos in the halls of the kin.
The world was silent and the breeze was still. The trees in the forests, the birds in the sky and even the ravens circling above the palace, everything seemed to be waiting for me to fall lifeless against the cold marble floor. A sadistic glint was in the beady eyes of the murder of ravens watching high above the gathering.
Envy was visibly painted on my people’s faces, as well as shock. Nobody even half-turned when a pained howl turned into a gurgling whimper. The guards had found the assailant and slit his throat. I fell to my knees in ecstasy but sank no lower.
I grabbed the arrow lodged in my chest and ripped it out, wincing slightly at the pain and brandished it, the metal head still dripping with blood. I ripped apart my vestment and revealed the wound on my chest. The wind began to pick up and a gasp ran across the crowd as it began to heal itself. Smiles broke out on the faces of my people, and as the wind rose to a howl, I stood. A cheer began to swell and soon it was louder than even the wind.
I stood tall and proud before them, gleaming crown of gold on my head. There was another crown around my temple, the gleaming circle of the black sun. I raised my hand to hush the people and slowly placed it around the hilt of my sword. As I drew it, the rasp of blade against scabbard filled the air. Aiming it at my abdomen, I plunged it in and a howl of pure joy ripped through the throats of the crowd.
Behind me I heard the ambassadors of the different nations retch in disgust. I heard the sounds of heavy chairs falling as the women fainted and the men scrambled to help them. Shouts of utter revulsion were muted and indiscernible to my ears. All that mattered at the moment was the joy of feeling alive.
And then it was to be known forever, immortalized in the annals of history, that on the day of my crowning, the kindred of sol, my people, experienced something that had never been felt before. Our need to feel alive, to feel the deep physical pain that everyone else detested had been satiated, at least for a while.
Months passed and none of the kindred felt the urge, but as the months turned to years, the urge slowly returned, stronger and faster than ever before. Eventually, even the daily wait for nighttime drove the weakest of us insane. There was chaos in the halls of the kin.
Using a Different Blogging App
The last blogging app I used for my personal blogging was blogger-droid. Unfortunately, it has started using airpush ads and unfortunately it sucks. It sucks bad.
So here I am using a new app called Bloggeroid. It's a different one, didn't you notice the missing hyphen?
Anyway, that's it.
So here I am using a new app called Bloggeroid. It's a different one, didn't you notice the missing hyphen?
Anyway, that's it.
posted from Bloggeroid
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Kite - Chapter 5: Ivan
Kite
Chapter 5 – Ivan
I am Ivan, dubbed greatest of my kind, king of the kindred of sol, battlemage, archmagus, immortal. Now here I am, with a fae in the body of a dragon, in a damp dark cave near the floating isles, home to the most loathed creatures in the world. What have I become? What has all my glory come to? I guess it’s not that bad, though. Actually, it’s anything but bad.
The pressure of being king had slowly chipped away at me and I just had to take a walk, and a long one at that. Honestly, wearing the crown was like wearing a two ton weight on your head, it wasn’t easy. Nevertheless, the responsibility, the burden of a people was not one that could easily be passed on. My jealous, vain brother, who has gone into hiding after murdering a counselor of the Shev Kingdom, would not make a good replacement. Not to mention, I am a very lonely man. I have no lover, I have no heir.
For weeks I planned my escape, it was not easy, being king and all, not to mention that my kin does not take lightly to anything. All that planning simply went down the drain when one day, I realized that everyone was asleep. For some strange reason I cannot fathom, though I guessed that it was due to some innocent young prankster.
The sky was dark and dreary, as it always was. Ever since the Fae had stolen the sun, the entire world had been plunged into perpetual moonlight. That was something that absolutely no one liked, except maybe my people, but we’re a strange lot anyway, so we don’t count. I saw a massive fire in the distance. It wasn’t that difficult to find since it was dark, I descended the castle and began the journey towards it.
Now let me tell you something about my people. We look just like you humans. However, we are anything BUT human. Any kind of light empowers us. Sunlight makes us invincible and immortal. “Oh that’s great!” many would say and many actually thank the Gods, or maybe just the Blue Dragon God that they all worship, called Malkuthe for allowing the ‘protectors of the land’ to have such powers.
Yes, ‘protectors of the land’ they called us. It was true, we were responsible for the peace that the land once held. We had agents in every kingdom, an army so formidable that it never lost, and even diplomats so good that they could make any man give up even the clothes on his back. Even so, there were kingdoms who challenged us, well, they were stupid enough to do so. They were all subdued and handed over to other kingdoms within moments. We only kept one stronghold, our kingdom was the smallest, yet we were the most feared.
After all, with an army of deathless, fearless, invincible, painless people, no one would expect to win against you. Yes, painless. They thought our gifts were great for being protectors of the land, but the very fact that we felt no pain made for very mentally unstable people.
To not feel pain was a curse. It was too great a price for immortality. It made us feel like monsters. Life felt empty, oh so very empty. However, there was one way we could feel pain, during the nights, when the sun would go down, any and all pain of the day would come crashing down on us. It was exhilarating, but during moonless nights, we became mortal, something that we didn’t like.
Then one day, the perfect set of events occurred. It was the day of my coronation. As the crown was being placed on my head, an eclipse began. The moon covered the sun save for a ring of light. Everyone thought that it would be like night, when we were at our most vulnerable. Someone, probably from a kingdom we conquered, was stupid or brave enough to put it to the test.
An arrow whizzed through the air and buried itself in my chest.
Chapter 5 – Ivan
I am Ivan, dubbed greatest of my kind, king of the kindred of sol, battlemage, archmagus, immortal. Now here I am, with a fae in the body of a dragon, in a damp dark cave near the floating isles, home to the most loathed creatures in the world. What have I become? What has all my glory come to? I guess it’s not that bad, though. Actually, it’s anything but bad.
The pressure of being king had slowly chipped away at me and I just had to take a walk, and a long one at that. Honestly, wearing the crown was like wearing a two ton weight on your head, it wasn’t easy. Nevertheless, the responsibility, the burden of a people was not one that could easily be passed on. My jealous, vain brother, who has gone into hiding after murdering a counselor of the Shev Kingdom, would not make a good replacement. Not to mention, I am a very lonely man. I have no lover, I have no heir.
For weeks I planned my escape, it was not easy, being king and all, not to mention that my kin does not take lightly to anything. All that planning simply went down the drain when one day, I realized that everyone was asleep. For some strange reason I cannot fathom, though I guessed that it was due to some innocent young prankster.
The sky was dark and dreary, as it always was. Ever since the Fae had stolen the sun, the entire world had been plunged into perpetual moonlight. That was something that absolutely no one liked, except maybe my people, but we’re a strange lot anyway, so we don’t count. I saw a massive fire in the distance. It wasn’t that difficult to find since it was dark, I descended the castle and began the journey towards it.
Now let me tell you something about my people. We look just like you humans. However, we are anything BUT human. Any kind of light empowers us. Sunlight makes us invincible and immortal. “Oh that’s great!” many would say and many actually thank the Gods, or maybe just the Blue Dragon God that they all worship, called Malkuthe for allowing the ‘protectors of the land’ to have such powers.
Yes, ‘protectors of the land’ they called us. It was true, we were responsible for the peace that the land once held. We had agents in every kingdom, an army so formidable that it never lost, and even diplomats so good that they could make any man give up even the clothes on his back. Even so, there were kingdoms who challenged us, well, they were stupid enough to do so. They were all subdued and handed over to other kingdoms within moments. We only kept one stronghold, our kingdom was the smallest, yet we were the most feared.
After all, with an army of deathless, fearless, invincible, painless people, no one would expect to win against you. Yes, painless. They thought our gifts were great for being protectors of the land, but the very fact that we felt no pain made for very mentally unstable people.
To not feel pain was a curse. It was too great a price for immortality. It made us feel like monsters. Life felt empty, oh so very empty. However, there was one way we could feel pain, during the nights, when the sun would go down, any and all pain of the day would come crashing down on us. It was exhilarating, but during moonless nights, we became mortal, something that we didn’t like.
Then one day, the perfect set of events occurred. It was the day of my coronation. As the crown was being placed on my head, an eclipse began. The moon covered the sun save for a ring of light. Everyone thought that it would be like night, when we were at our most vulnerable. Someone, probably from a kingdom we conquered, was stupid or brave enough to put it to the test.
An arrow whizzed through the air and buried itself in my chest.
Dealings in the Council of Avalhein - Chapter 23
Dealings in the Council of Avalhein
Chapter 23
Avalhein erupted into a flurry of activity. The golden gleam of the walls took to an almost dismal appearance. Ceree and many of other races that had arrived in Avalhein seeking court for a myriad things ran about screaming. Children were being ushered into homes and the sorceror’s guild was moving at full speed to restore some magical defense around the city. In the distance a deep and menacingly low drumming was heard.
Geirrha knew well enough that the drumming was only being projected and the actual force behind it was miles away. Leaving Dervyn in the care of one of the attendants in the council, she immediately left for Malkknrre, who was still with elder Kimaha and advised him as to what to do. She left the main hall of the council and strode to the sorceror’s guild where she rang the magical gong that summoned everyone back to the structure.
“We have long been in the shadow of the higher and more important guilds. The council refuses to acknowledge that magic is the answer for most of our problems” said Geirrha. “My brothers and sisters, I must thank you for remaining loyal to me all these years, today Avalhein shall fall, and in glory we shall rise from the ruins and with our power create a city far more grandiose than this and all Ceree shall bow to us!” she continued. She was riling the sorceror’s guild to action.
“But what can we do? We are prohibited from fighting in the war. The council told us that our forces were too thinly spread to spend forces in protecting magicians” interjected one of the older members.
“Eet eez troo, zey say zat we are better suited to ze protection of ze city” said another who was obviously from somewhere in the north. “I mean no disrespect grandmistress, but zey are right, not many of us have our youth... Ze younger magicians are all being employed by our sister guild. Zey are the combat magicians, trained in the ways of both magic and close combat...”
“If that is all that you are concerned of, then you need not fear” said Geirrha with a slight malevolence with her voice. “The council cannot defy the will of Malkknrre”
“You are a cunning woman, grandmistress, what makes you so sure that Malkknrre would allow us to fight in this war?” said a shady voice from behind her. From the shadows stepped out the matriarch of the guild. “You very well know what practices are forbidden in this guild, Geirrha. Are you even the Geirrha we knew before you became councilwoman? You were always deceitful, showing the council that your loyalty was to them when in fact it was with us.”
“Ahh... good to see you again sister. Vetra, the time for change has come upon the world, we need not those rules. Magic will be our greatest ally. No, I am no longer the Geirrha you once knew. That Geirrha is no longer here. I am Sa’maihan, Sar’haiel, holder of soul, master of being!” yelled Geirrha. Her eyes glowed a fierce violet and she began to chant. Her body rippled and the light seemed to dance around it. She seemed to age and her alerons began to lengthen. Her klimnu slowly grew and she herself began to become more lean, more streamlined. A regal air hung about her and suddenly, from her back sprouted two majestic wings.
All of Geirrha’s allies in the guild bowed their heads. There was no denying that she was the one to lead them to glory. The others shook their heads in dismay and left
Chapter 23
Avalhein erupted into a flurry of activity. The golden gleam of the walls took to an almost dismal appearance. Ceree and many of other races that had arrived in Avalhein seeking court for a myriad things ran about screaming. Children were being ushered into homes and the sorceror’s guild was moving at full speed to restore some magical defense around the city. In the distance a deep and menacingly low drumming was heard.
Geirrha knew well enough that the drumming was only being projected and the actual force behind it was miles away. Leaving Dervyn in the care of one of the attendants in the council, she immediately left for Malkknrre, who was still with elder Kimaha and advised him as to what to do. She left the main hall of the council and strode to the sorceror’s guild where she rang the magical gong that summoned everyone back to the structure.
“We have long been in the shadow of the higher and more important guilds. The council refuses to acknowledge that magic is the answer for most of our problems” said Geirrha. “My brothers and sisters, I must thank you for remaining loyal to me all these years, today Avalhein shall fall, and in glory we shall rise from the ruins and with our power create a city far more grandiose than this and all Ceree shall bow to us!” she continued. She was riling the sorceror’s guild to action.
“But what can we do? We are prohibited from fighting in the war. The council told us that our forces were too thinly spread to spend forces in protecting magicians” interjected one of the older members.
“Eet eez troo, zey say zat we are better suited to ze protection of ze city” said another who was obviously from somewhere in the north. “I mean no disrespect grandmistress, but zey are right, not many of us have our youth... Ze younger magicians are all being employed by our sister guild. Zey are the combat magicians, trained in the ways of both magic and close combat...”
“If that is all that you are concerned of, then you need not fear” said Geirrha with a slight malevolence with her voice. “The council cannot defy the will of Malkknrre”
“You are a cunning woman, grandmistress, what makes you so sure that Malkknrre would allow us to fight in this war?” said a shady voice from behind her. From the shadows stepped out the matriarch of the guild. “You very well know what practices are forbidden in this guild, Geirrha. Are you even the Geirrha we knew before you became councilwoman? You were always deceitful, showing the council that your loyalty was to them when in fact it was with us.”
“Ahh... good to see you again sister. Vetra, the time for change has come upon the world, we need not those rules. Magic will be our greatest ally. No, I am no longer the Geirrha you once knew. That Geirrha is no longer here. I am Sa’maihan, Sar’haiel, holder of soul, master of being!” yelled Geirrha. Her eyes glowed a fierce violet and she began to chant. Her body rippled and the light seemed to dance around it. She seemed to age and her alerons began to lengthen. Her klimnu slowly grew and she herself began to become more lean, more streamlined. A regal air hung about her and suddenly, from her back sprouted two majestic wings.
All of Geirrha’s allies in the guild bowed their heads. There was no denying that she was the one to lead them to glory. The others shook their heads in dismay and left
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Kite - Chapter 4: The Sun
It might have been a better time to shut up and stay in petrified silence, but I forgot all notion of respect and quite blatantly asked the disembodied voice "We're creatures of the dark?"
"Yes my dear Kite, you are creatures of the dark. Just like my brother once was, but he turned to the light. For you loved him so, you turned as well." An invisible wind swept across the isles. The branches of the tree creaked and groaned and the leaves rustled in the breeze. One look around, and I realized that time had come to a standstill.
As though it noticed the wonder in my face, the voice said "Yes my child, I have kept time at bay, but my power wanes with each passing moment. I can only do so much before father notices my actions. My Brother is approaching, his hunger for the light has shattered what sanity he had left after he turned. He devoured all the light of the old world, but, born mortal, with only an immortal spirit, could not contain it. His mortal body was torn to shreds, I gave mine up to save him, but I left behind a part of me, a small part that has, over the ages, grown ancient and large---" The voice had grown strained and ancient, yet its beauty not in the least diminished. I never thought that it was in pain, but somehow, I knew that that would be the last time I would converse with it. Perhaps in that body, but I know not if it holds true with my new one.
"The field we fought over was devastated, and the raw magic seeped into the soil. The very magic that holds up these isles is the same magic that penetrated the earth those thousands of years ago, the very magic that allowed me to flourish once more. Now, you lie in between my roots, as though some brilliant turn of destiny, but I cannot reveal your purpose right now, perhaps if we meet again someday." It had shocked me, her revelation, but it did not bother me, somehow, I had always known. I looked up into her boughs, and sure enough, there, the silver ghost of a woman flickered in and out of existence.
"My roots sank into these soils, and on that day I began my lament. On that day, the thousand waterfalls were born. The tendrils of my roots still reach the crater over which we fought, and it is almost full. The moment it fills, I shall cease to exist from this world and I would only be able to commune with it on nights when the moon is full" said the spirit. "That moment... is now."
From the distance, a mad, cracked voice erupted. "Little sister, I am coming for you..." I was petrified, shivers ran down my spine and only the voice of the tree was able to revive my muscles.
"Run my child, the sun arrives"
Today, I know that my decision on that night was correct. I turned tail and ran for my life. When morning came, the twelve years of perpetual sunlight began to chip away at my identity.
"Yes my dear Kite, you are creatures of the dark. Just like my brother once was, but he turned to the light. For you loved him so, you turned as well." An invisible wind swept across the isles. The branches of the tree creaked and groaned and the leaves rustled in the breeze. One look around, and I realized that time had come to a standstill.
As though it noticed the wonder in my face, the voice said "Yes my child, I have kept time at bay, but my power wanes with each passing moment. I can only do so much before father notices my actions. My Brother is approaching, his hunger for the light has shattered what sanity he had left after he turned. He devoured all the light of the old world, but, born mortal, with only an immortal spirit, could not contain it. His mortal body was torn to shreds, I gave mine up to save him, but I left behind a part of me, a small part that has, over the ages, grown ancient and large---" The voice had grown strained and ancient, yet its beauty not in the least diminished. I never thought that it was in pain, but somehow, I knew that that would be the last time I would converse with it. Perhaps in that body, but I know not if it holds true with my new one.
"The field we fought over was devastated, and the raw magic seeped into the soil. The very magic that holds up these isles is the same magic that penetrated the earth those thousands of years ago, the very magic that allowed me to flourish once more. Now, you lie in between my roots, as though some brilliant turn of destiny, but I cannot reveal your purpose right now, perhaps if we meet again someday." It had shocked me, her revelation, but it did not bother me, somehow, I had always known. I looked up into her boughs, and sure enough, there, the silver ghost of a woman flickered in and out of existence.
"My roots sank into these soils, and on that day I began my lament. On that day, the thousand waterfalls were born. The tendrils of my roots still reach the crater over which we fought, and it is almost full. The moment it fills, I shall cease to exist from this world and I would only be able to commune with it on nights when the moon is full" said the spirit. "That moment... is now."
From the distance, a mad, cracked voice erupted. "Little sister, I am coming for you..." I was petrified, shivers ran down my spine and only the voice of the tree was able to revive my muscles.
"Run my child, the sun arrives"
Today, I know that my decision on that night was correct. I turned tail and ran for my life. When morning came, the twelve years of perpetual sunlight began to chip away at my identity.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Kite - Chapter 3: Creatures of the Dark
One day, about twelve years ago, under the star-spangled sky, I was waiting under the tree for the Aurora, but that night I sensed that something was amiss. I recoiled in shock as instead of the normal beauty of the aurora, I heard a nearly inaudible shriek pierce the eerie silence. The aurora bloomed and the creak of the tree signaled the start of the wondrous melody. The stream of light that touched it was thin and feeble. The light of the aurora was dim.
A yellow bar of light penetrated the darkness. The Mother Tree shrieked once and was still. The Aurora popped out of existence as the night, once again, fell deafeningly silent. I could not help but twist and turn in the hollow in the roots, I could not put a finger on the reason for my unease, but a despicable fear gripped me. The only word to describe it was unnatural.
The silence was maddening and frighteningly so. The milky yellow beam of light grew larger and brighter as it crept towards me. It was beautifully captivating but it was pulsating in a sinister manner. I wanted to avert my gaze from it, but my eyes were glued onto it, as though some invisible force compelled me to. It approached ever so slowly, so surely that the pace was unnerving. I found myself shivering from head to toe, and at that moment, I set my sight upon THEM; from that instant, I knew we were in peril. I then realized why the silence was so unnerving, it was because even the rustling of the leaves in the softly blowing wind was absent.
"I am the moon..." whispered a soft voice. I sought to discern its source but I could not. In a heartbeat, the shivering stopped as wave after wave of relief crashed into my body, the source as mysterious as that of the voice. To this day I could not explain the elation it brought. I smiled and turned my gaze upward, hoping to see a benevolent spirit sitting amongst the leafy boughs of the tree, but all I saw was the creepy stillness of the mother tree.
"I am the child of the moon you see in the sky. I was birthed when magic began to flow in this world..." The voice was beautiful. It was like the thrill of a thousand birds of paradise, the song of hordes of nightingales and the twitter of a myriad other birds. It was stunning, yet it seemed soft and fragile. Nevertheless, I could do nothing but listen.
The leaves of the tree rustled for but a heartbeat as a wind stirred the silver flowers that grew around its base. They bloomed only at night and their sweet nectar was a grand treat for me. Again, the voice spoke "I am the mother of the Fae... You loved my brother so much, that you forgot who you really were..." Then, it hit me, I could practically TASTE the voice. Every syllable brought the sweet flavor of moonflowers' honey-golden nectar into my tongue.
"I... do not understand..." I managed to stammer. As though reassuringly, the tree creaked and again the mysterious voice spoke.
"Your kith and kin fancy themselves beings of the light, dwelling in only the brightest of daylight's rays. They cannot bear to fathom how millenia have changed their minds. Dear child, you and all the Fae are creatures of the dark, as I, your mother, am..."
A yellow bar of light penetrated the darkness. The Mother Tree shrieked once and was still. The Aurora popped out of existence as the night, once again, fell deafeningly silent. I could not help but twist and turn in the hollow in the roots, I could not put a finger on the reason for my unease, but a despicable fear gripped me. The only word to describe it was unnatural.
The silence was maddening and frighteningly so. The milky yellow beam of light grew larger and brighter as it crept towards me. It was beautifully captivating but it was pulsating in a sinister manner. I wanted to avert my gaze from it, but my eyes were glued onto it, as though some invisible force compelled me to. It approached ever so slowly, so surely that the pace was unnerving. I found myself shivering from head to toe, and at that moment, I set my sight upon THEM; from that instant, I knew we were in peril. I then realized why the silence was so unnerving, it was because even the rustling of the leaves in the softly blowing wind was absent.
"I am the moon..." whispered a soft voice. I sought to discern its source but I could not. In a heartbeat, the shivering stopped as wave after wave of relief crashed into my body, the source as mysterious as that of the voice. To this day I could not explain the elation it brought. I smiled and turned my gaze upward, hoping to see a benevolent spirit sitting amongst the leafy boughs of the tree, but all I saw was the creepy stillness of the mother tree.
"I am the child of the moon you see in the sky. I was birthed when magic began to flow in this world..." The voice was beautiful. It was like the thrill of a thousand birds of paradise, the song of hordes of nightingales and the twitter of a myriad other birds. It was stunning, yet it seemed soft and fragile. Nevertheless, I could do nothing but listen.
The leaves of the tree rustled for but a heartbeat as a wind stirred the silver flowers that grew around its base. They bloomed only at night and their sweet nectar was a grand treat for me. Again, the voice spoke "I am the mother of the Fae... You loved my brother so much, that you forgot who you really were..." Then, it hit me, I could practically TASTE the voice. Every syllable brought the sweet flavor of moonflowers' honey-golden nectar into my tongue.
"I... do not understand..." I managed to stammer. As though reassuringly, the tree creaked and again the mysterious voice spoke.
"Your kith and kin fancy themselves beings of the light, dwelling in only the brightest of daylight's rays. They cannot bear to fathom how millenia have changed their minds. Dear child, you and all the Fae are creatures of the dark, as I, your mother, am..."
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Dealings in the Council of Avalhein - Chapter 22
"You are strong but not enough to defeat me" said the disconcertingly sinister feminine voice as wave after wave of shadow erupted from the dark one's hands. The ground shook at the display of power as the source of the voice simply deflected them.
Strenth ebbed from the dark one's body and he sagged to his knees from the sheer effort of keeping up the barrage. Cracks formed underneath the dark one as he put more and more power into the stream of energy, but it was all in vain, the voice was simply too powerful. In the simple act of speaking the voice dispelled the magic.
"You hold much promise, elf, but you cannot hope to defeat me. Instead of wasting your energy fighting a battle that could not be won, you should just follow my orders" said the voice in a simple matter-of-fact tone. A brimstone scent wafted into the room upon a soft warm wind. The dark one felt a surge of power build up in him and he rose to his feet.
"It would do you well to walk outside and enjoy the breeze while it remains" said the voice as it dwindled and vanished. The dark one did as the voice said. A single pillar of light hung in the distance. He turned around to face his servant and said "Rally the troops for today, Avalhein shall fall!"
Strenth ebbed from the dark one's body and he sagged to his knees from the sheer effort of keeping up the barrage. Cracks formed underneath the dark one as he put more and more power into the stream of energy, but it was all in vain, the voice was simply too powerful. In the simple act of speaking the voice dispelled the magic.
"You hold much promise, elf, but you cannot hope to defeat me. Instead of wasting your energy fighting a battle that could not be won, you should just follow my orders" said the voice in a simple matter-of-fact tone. A brimstone scent wafted into the room upon a soft warm wind. The dark one felt a surge of power build up in him and he rose to his feet.
"It would do you well to walk outside and enjoy the breeze while it remains" said the voice as it dwindled and vanished. The dark one did as the voice said. A single pillar of light hung in the distance. He turned around to face his servant and said "Rally the troops for today, Avalhein shall fall!"
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Kite - Chapter 2: Last to Hear the Music
In a panic, I fell backwards, wings flapping without aim, conjuring a storm of swirling embers. The gusts made the silhouette's cloak billow. Eventually the clasp was detached and it flew skyward, the hem smoldering with a dim orange glow. The man revealed was and is the man I now know as Ivan.
His face burned behind my closed eyes. Savior or condemnor I knew not. The sight was frightening enough to snap me back to reality and I felt the fresh air of the isles wash over me.
The thundering of the thousand waterfalls that gushed from the isles filled my ears. As a youngling freshly born under the canopy of the mother tree, I was taught that the water that fed the rivers, streams and falls was no ordinary water. It was made of pure energy, of magic, of pristine emotion. The mother tree, as I was taught, was the source of the fae's immortality.
I sat on my haunches, wondering where the waterfalls ended. From the isles, they just seemed to fall for an eternity. The draconic heart that beat in my chest sent shivers racing down my frame.
I was in the body of a dragon, but my true nature showed through. Soon after I was trapped in the dragon's body. It transformed, my wings taking on the semblance of that of fae's, my scales took on a bluish-white opalescence, and a blonde mane grew along my back. I was the image of the so-called fae-killer, a being capable of drinking dry the magic, emotion and immortality of a faerie, yet I was lithe and slender like the rest of my kith.
Behind my eyes, I felt a primal tug. A yearning to return to the world something it had lost. It directed me to tear apart with my very own talons what held it. Yet I was afraid... Afraid for my people.
I remember a time nearly thirteen years in the past, when the light of the floating isles was not perpetual. The fae were creatures of the light, but we had a darker side, or at least they did.
Night would rise and fall back then. Whenever it came, I hid under the roots of the mother tree as screams pierced the silence of the night. I watched in horror the events that followed.
When silence returned, I witnessed something of marvel. The skies exploded in a brilliant aurora that spanned all the floating isles. A stream of the prismatic light touched the mother tree, and the tree began to sing.
It was a wonderful melody, the creak of the branches, the rustle of the leaves falling into complete harmony that they made my soul prance. Of my people, I was the only one capable of hearing it. Of my people, I was the last fated to hear it before it vanished forever.
His face burned behind my closed eyes. Savior or condemnor I knew not. The sight was frightening enough to snap me back to reality and I felt the fresh air of the isles wash over me.
The thundering of the thousand waterfalls that gushed from the isles filled my ears. As a youngling freshly born under the canopy of the mother tree, I was taught that the water that fed the rivers, streams and falls was no ordinary water. It was made of pure energy, of magic, of pristine emotion. The mother tree, as I was taught, was the source of the fae's immortality.
I sat on my haunches, wondering where the waterfalls ended. From the isles, they just seemed to fall for an eternity. The draconic heart that beat in my chest sent shivers racing down my frame.
I was in the body of a dragon, but my true nature showed through. Soon after I was trapped in the dragon's body. It transformed, my wings taking on the semblance of that of fae's, my scales took on a bluish-white opalescence, and a blonde mane grew along my back. I was the image of the so-called fae-killer, a being capable of drinking dry the magic, emotion and immortality of a faerie, yet I was lithe and slender like the rest of my kith.
Behind my eyes, I felt a primal tug. A yearning to return to the world something it had lost. It directed me to tear apart with my very own talons what held it. Yet I was afraid... Afraid for my people.
I remember a time nearly thirteen years in the past, when the light of the floating isles was not perpetual. The fae were creatures of the light, but we had a darker side, or at least they did.
Night would rise and fall back then. Whenever it came, I hid under the roots of the mother tree as screams pierced the silence of the night. I watched in horror the events that followed.
When silence returned, I witnessed something of marvel. The skies exploded in a brilliant aurora that spanned all the floating isles. A stream of the prismatic light touched the mother tree, and the tree began to sing.
It was a wonderful melody, the creak of the branches, the rustle of the leaves falling into complete harmony that they made my soul prance. Of my people, I was the only one capable of hearing it. Of my people, I was the last fated to hear it before it vanished forever.
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Kite - Chapter 1: Creatures of Light and Dark
I would not speak. I absolutely refused to. Ivan apparently took my silence to heart and went off to a dark corner to sleep. His kind was like that. They could not sleep in the presence of light. It was their curse.
His ancestors were once spectres, ghosts roaming the distant haien, the distant worlds. Their lord was the mighty shadow-binder, known to his people as Noundele, the brother of shadows. Noundele eventually turned to the light and so too did his people. Since then, they have had an insatiable craving for the light.
The light kept them alive for it fed their very essences. The light made them immortal. It made them invincible. However, the power came with a cost. They began to lose all sense of pain, eventually, they became numb.
They felt emotions... They felt joy, anger, hope, pride and even love, but they felt no pain. They yearned pain.
Only pain can make a person feel truly alive. Only as they slept could every pain, every sore, every wound manifest. This was when they were happiest.
When morning came, everything magically vanished and I could always hear Ivan sigh when the sun rose into the sky. I never understood how it felt...
I never understood his curse. I mean, I would give anything to have felt no pain, to not have aged, to not have died like the rest of my kind. I was fae, one of the faeries of myth and legend. My kith and kin were untouchable by both blade and poison. Perhaps they were wrong... I do not know. After all, the fae were as infinitely arrogant as they were eternally old.
Perhaps I was just different. Maybe I was never meant to set foot upon the floating isles. Maybe... Just maybe... That was all a dream and I was never fae.
I sought to run away from the verdant lands of my birth. I flew through the endless day of the isles, the wind blowing softly across my face and throwing the wispy strands of my blonde hair into a fray.
I left the comfort of the wind and flew right into a forest fire, the glowing embers and licking flames cast a dim orange light upon my eyes. I was mesmerized completely, specks of yellow-orange dancing in the wind before me.
So entranced was I that I failed to notice the dragon that landed not too far away from me. I glided right into the middle of the fire, confident that my blood would protect me, but I was terribly wrong. My wings began to burn and my skin started to dry and crack.
Little later than I had realized my folly, I found myself staring into the vibrant green eyes of the azure dragon. At that moment, I knew I was staring straight into the eyes of death.
The dragon opened its maws to finish my wretched existence, but by benevolent or cruel fate, I don't know which, it faltered for a moment.
The wall of flame opened to my right and in the burning hole, I saw naught but a cloaked silhouette. The figure ran across the crisp forest floor and laid a hand on my forehead and another on the dragon's snout. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and my vision darkened. When my eyesight cleared, I was staring into the stark green eyes of a badly burnt faerie.
His ancestors were once spectres, ghosts roaming the distant haien, the distant worlds. Their lord was the mighty shadow-binder, known to his people as Noundele, the brother of shadows. Noundele eventually turned to the light and so too did his people. Since then, they have had an insatiable craving for the light.
The light kept them alive for it fed their very essences. The light made them immortal. It made them invincible. However, the power came with a cost. They began to lose all sense of pain, eventually, they became numb.
They felt emotions... They felt joy, anger, hope, pride and even love, but they felt no pain. They yearned pain.
Only pain can make a person feel truly alive. Only as they slept could every pain, every sore, every wound manifest. This was when they were happiest.
When morning came, everything magically vanished and I could always hear Ivan sigh when the sun rose into the sky. I never understood how it felt...
I never understood his curse. I mean, I would give anything to have felt no pain, to not have aged, to not have died like the rest of my kind. I was fae, one of the faeries of myth and legend. My kith and kin were untouchable by both blade and poison. Perhaps they were wrong... I do not know. After all, the fae were as infinitely arrogant as they were eternally old.
Perhaps I was just different. Maybe I was never meant to set foot upon the floating isles. Maybe... Just maybe... That was all a dream and I was never fae.
I sought to run away from the verdant lands of my birth. I flew through the endless day of the isles, the wind blowing softly across my face and throwing the wispy strands of my blonde hair into a fray.
I left the comfort of the wind and flew right into a forest fire, the glowing embers and licking flames cast a dim orange light upon my eyes. I was mesmerized completely, specks of yellow-orange dancing in the wind before me.
So entranced was I that I failed to notice the dragon that landed not too far away from me. I glided right into the middle of the fire, confident that my blood would protect me, but I was terribly wrong. My wings began to burn and my skin started to dry and crack.
Little later than I had realized my folly, I found myself staring into the vibrant green eyes of the azure dragon. At that moment, I knew I was staring straight into the eyes of death.
The dragon opened its maws to finish my wretched existence, but by benevolent or cruel fate, I don't know which, it faltered for a moment.
The wall of flame opened to my right and in the burning hole, I saw naught but a cloaked silhouette. The figure ran across the crisp forest floor and laid a hand on my forehead and another on the dragon's snout. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and my vision darkened. When my eyesight cleared, I was staring into the stark green eyes of a badly burnt faerie.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Kite - The Teaser
It took us nearly a week to reach the far end of the winding labyrinth. The spectacle which we beheld there was marvelous in its own right and simply gazing at it, I felt the fatigue fall away.
"Welcome home, Kite" spat Ivan with apparent sourness. I remained silent, of course. I knew it was not my time to return to the floating isles and the mother tree.
Not yet..
Perhaps not at all...
Our destinies were so entwined, so entangled, so woven that they could not be wrenched apart..
One day, perhaps, I shall return to these lands of my birth.. One day perhaps I shall return to these lush and green isles and their thundering falls. Until then, my wings are his, his sword mine, and our hearts for the Fae.
One day...
Perhaps...
"Welcome home, Kite" spat Ivan with apparent sourness. I remained silent, of course. I knew it was not my time to return to the floating isles and the mother tree.
Not yet..
Perhaps not at all...
Our destinies were so entwined, so entangled, so woven that they could not be wrenched apart..
One day, perhaps, I shall return to these lands of my birth.. One day perhaps I shall return to these lush and green isles and their thundering falls. Until then, my wings are his, his sword mine, and our hearts for the Fae.
One day...
Perhaps...
Kite
This is a call to alll my followers out there. After a few months of inactivity. I will reward those who waited with a new chapter of "Precious as the Stars," chapter 23 of "Dealings in the Council of Avalhein," chaper 2 of "Pippin..." it's too long for me to remember properly. Haha.
And here's the icing on the cake, a brand new story entitled kite! It's one about a faerie trapped in the body of a dragon traveling with an immortal companion trying to regain her lost form. Given the chance to revert, will she? Or would she learn in her adventures that the true heart of the fae in the fabled floating isles is not as good as it seems...
There's more to look forward to! I hope you enjoy reading my stories. That's all for now!
And here's the icing on the cake, a brand new story entitled kite! It's one about a faerie trapped in the body of a dragon traveling with an immortal companion trying to regain her lost form. Given the chance to revert, will she? Or would she learn in her adventures that the true heart of the fae in the fabled floating isles is not as good as it seems...
There's more to look forward to! I hope you enjoy reading my stories. That's all for now!
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