Boy, being new to this doesn’t help. I think I’m simply promoting this page on my own blog. This is where I will randomly post updates or pieces of my story as I work on it.
Tag: fiction
Phryne Amarantyne
First of all the disclaimer. I do NOT own any of these names, places or events named here. This is a “mid-chapter” doodle in between events in the book “Legends of Shannara: The Measure of the Magic” by Terry Brooks. All copyright belongs to the author alone.
The elven eyes betrayed only sadness and desperation as the girl realized the truth of things. Though their lives were immeasurably longer than that of their human counterpart, she knew death and knew it well. Her father had been murdered within sight just moments before. King Oparion Amarantyne was beloved of his people, and respected by those of the “lesser” races who rarely visited and were welcomed into the elven city of Arborlon. She shed a many a tear, feeling each subsequent roll of moisture down her cheek.
The Home Guard had not yet come to claim her, yet she suspected it would not be long. Her lengthy childhood prepared her for any amount of love and life, but Oparion had warned her that life as a Princess would also bring a certain amount of intrigue, drama and possibly much deeper threats. The wife her father chose after mother passed harbored a secret love of power that was hard to miss unless you were enthralled by the sights and scents of the woman. Father, in a very foolhardy and dramatic fashion, was completely taken with Iseold’s beauty…the allure of all that is to be young.
Phryne Amarantyne was not tricked, nor was she lured by the sweetness of the woman. For all the sweetness of tongue, the older woman could not trick or persuade the princess into loving or believing her. The King had drawn away from his daughter, as much from the shock of memory as distraction by his new muse. She commanded his attention, absorbed it, and radiated it back to the Court so as to be seen in a favorable light.
Thus, the Princess knew it was only a matter of time before she was unduly blamed and locked up for her father’s death. Both the King’s wife and her perpetual slime of an aide, Teonette, had raised no small fuss about the proximity of the teenage girl to the gruesome scene unfolding in her father’s chambers. They shrieked that the blood on her robes and hands were the end result of a fight witnessed in the hours before.
“She said she hated her father and she wished he would just hurry up and die!!” the blubbering Iseold said to the arriving Guardsmen. “I saw the knife rise and fall, and couldn’t believe for a moment what I was seeing.” She wiped the tears and sweat away from her face, glancing quickly at Phryne to make sure the girl was frozen in fear, just as she expected. A slight curve tinged the edge of her mouth, and a sparkle lit the corner of her eye as she witnessed the tears Princess Phryne could not stop.
“I must take action immediately to ensure this vile child can harm no more members of the Amarantyne household.” The woman drew herself up, straightening her back as if to enlarge her stature, and her power right along with it.
Iseold Severine would have what she wanted, and nothing could stand in her way this time. “Take this patricidal villain into the supply room in the Council chambers. Murderer or not, she is still a princess. We must show the elves every pretense of respect if I’m to take the throne without outright civil war.” A slight wave of fear brushed past her eyes as she considered the Orullians, who would surely stand up against her in Phryne’s name…..
Shadows and Accusation (Friday Fictioneers)
Well Christmas is pretty much over for me. It was a great weekend but now I have to get back to it! So without further ado here is this week’s Friday Fictioneers entry…Hosted by none other than Rochelle Wisoff-Fields…Look at the picture, write 100 words. Easy right? Nope. But hey, its fun so see below would you already?
The creature stood before her in the dim light, eyes glowing with accusation. Candles having long since sputtered out, she let her natural dark-sight take over as she glared back with obvious annoyance. Hours and days and days and hours she spent fitting all the images together. Would they believe her? How could she convince the Wise Ones on the elder council to hear warnings she had yet to scribe? The nearly blank page beneath the striped shadow accused her in its ruined purity. The start so far would not be enough. “Esteemed Elders, we stand to soon be threatened…”
Friday Fictioneers 12/7….7hours late!
Ok so I just found this thing thanks to elappleby who I’m following, which led me to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Friday Fictioneers…I’m 7 hours late but hey, better late than never I say! All it entails is looking at the picture and drawing your own story from it, a story that is 100 words(give or take a few if you wish) long. Here’s the photo. See below for the story
In his last few seconds the robed man stood in wonder at the surreal beauty of a single moment. The undulating roar building in the dragon’s maw shook the walls of the house, a deep earth rumbling hiss. Still this did nothing to spare him of the moment. The flame-spark ignited, lighting the hall to mid-day brilliance, an image that would literally remain with him the rest of his life.
Ironic. He thought. That the stories of a light at the end of a hall in the end of all things should come true for me. The mage then wondered at the beauty of his death.
Off to a Strong Start!!
Well I got almost 1700 words done for today’s portion of NaNoWriMo. Overshot by 33 words for posterity’s sake… Or maybe to not feel like an underachiever. Who knows?
It kind of helps to work nights, and have work slow down a bit at times so I could put together in my mind what I wanted to say. The rest was just detailing and filling the cracks. If I can flow like this through the next 29 chapters aka days, this will be a successful endeavor indeed! I’m super pumped, but mentally drained. I’d love to give some awesome insight into life, but right now the only insight I can give those of you is that sleep is amazing and I”ll be doing it very shortly.
In other news, Lucasfilm was purchased by Disney recently. Let my inner nerd begin a happy dance at the prospect of the new Jedi Academy becoming a reality. This could be a really good tide turner, but I guess we can’t just base that off of all the Marvel films now can we? Who knows. I just know I’m excited. I’ve been single long enough now to start finding out what I”m passionate about again, and the writing is a huge step. Maybe I’ll find myself writing a Star Wars story sometime down the road. That would be a fun endeavor just because the research involved would mean purposefully learning about the Force. Darn. Get those movies made!!!
The Pen is Mightier.. 