My friend Christy just got a blog!! :D And so I thought I'd post a link for anyone who's interested...and everyone should be! :P So, here's the link to Christy's awesome blog, The Cave of Wonder!
http://christy-thecaveofwonder.blogspot.com/
~ Calleigh <3
Monday, May 16, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
IT. IS. HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*parties* Ha! You peoples still don't know what's here! :P Hm...to tell, or not to tell...*ponders* Okay, not that you'll really care, but my chapter 1 is about to be posted!!! :D I'm sure most of you aren't nearly as excited about that as I am, but you'll get over the disappointment eventually. :P
So, without any further rambling from me, Chapter 1 of my novel, currently titled, Rael's Redemption.
P.S. Some of this hasn't really been edited yet, but I'm posting it anyway. Deal with it. :P
Chapter 1
It was rare for the guild to receive an assassination order. Rarer still was a request to have a certain member carry out said assassination. Even more rare for the guild to obey that request. And of course,
the requested member would have to be me. I hated these jobs. But I did what was asked of me, so here I was in a dark bedroom in the middle of the night, stalking some sleeping old man.
I walked towards the bed, poised for action, and pulled my favorite knife from its sheath. I looked around. All was dark, all was quiet; everything was going just how I wanted…but as I approached my mark, I had a strange feeling all was not as it should be. My skin prickled in a way that I had by now learned meant danger. Upon closer observance, what should have been a body in the bed was oddly proportioned, with arms and legs sticking out at wrong angles.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had been set up. There was only a dummy in the bed, I was getting no money for this job, and I might not escape with my life. Yes, I always assume the worst; it’s just how I am.
Forcing myself to be calm, I ran through a mental list of escape possibilities. Deciding the window would be the best way out, I started towards it only to turn and look back at the bed. I had to be sure. No money meant I wouldn’t be eating for the rest of the week and I couldn’t take that chance. Of course I could just steal something, but being paid to steal something for someone else is different than stealing for myself.
When I was about four feet away, knife raised, I felt a tingling across my legs.
“Blast.” I said through clenched teeth. I really hate magic.
I held still, hoping I hadn’t triggered, only brushed the magic line. That I wasn’t dead was a good clue, you could never be sure what tricks a magician put into his toys, but I was lucky today.
I stepped back slowly, then sprinted for the window which was looking better by the second. I threw myself at it, hoping I would survive the fall. But I didn’t go through.
My head hit a barrier that set my short hair on end and sent tingles up and down my body. I take back what I said about hating magic. I loathe it. Magic is what people pay too much for, that gets honest folk in trouble and ruins people’s lives! Well in my case, maybe not so honest, but still…
I swirled around looking for another escape route. Nothing. I would have to go back through the house. Catapulting myself down the stairs, relieved to have left the room alive, I was rather careless. What I mean is I didn’t notice that I’d walked through a cord of magic till I felt the spark of it on my skin. Double blast.
I might as well go on now. With no regard to my surroundings, I dashed through the house. As I was running, I noticed something sparkly on a table ahead of me. A necklace, glittering in the light coming from the window.
In passing, I grabbed it, knowing that if all else failed I could maybe get enough money for it to survive the week. Sticking it in my pocket, I smiled as I saw the door straight ahead. I hurled it open and threw myself outside. Right at the feet of the provost guard.
I picked myself up, dusting off my clothes. “Evening, Jarret.”
“Rael.”
“Well, I’ll just be going now…” I said, as I turned away.
“Not so fast, Rael. You know the guild can’t protect you from this. You were seen leaving a house that is not yours. A house we got a tip on tonight.”
“You have nothing on me! You saw me leave the house…big deal!”
Jarret motioned to his law enforcing cronies who started towards me with a look in their eyes that told me I would be spending the night in a jail cell, whether I put up a fight or not.
“Rael Avongara, you are under arrest for murder.”
“But I haven’t killed anyone!”
He raised his eyebrow at me.
“Tonight,” I amended.
He laughed. I glared. And I won. He stopped laughing, and looked me in the eye. “Rael...if my men go in there and find a body, you will be arrested, and there’s not much the guild can do about it.”
“Let them go in! I don’t care!”
Jarret’s men moved inside the building, but of course he had to stay and watch me. I wasn’t worried though; I knew they wouldn’t find anything inside the house. For once, I was innocent.
I tensed as one of the men came out from the house, a grim look on his face.
“Uh, Sir, I think you might want to see this,” he said, nervousness making his voice shake.
My confidant stance did not alter in the slightest. They were probably just trying to make me uncomfortable enough to confess to the crime they thought I committed. Well, I wouldn’t give an inch. I was sure of my innocence, and they could act all they wanted to; they weren’t going to get a response from me.
They disappeared back inside, but not before one of Jarret’s henchmen stationed himself at my side. I could probably escape, but I couldn’t take the risk of him getting lucky. I hadn’t done anything, so I was going to wait right here, and make them apologize for ruining my night.
They finally reemerged from the house and, marching right up to me, (honestly, you would think that by now they might have learned something about personal space!) they clapped irons around my wrists, before I could even think of reacting.
“Rael Avongara, you are under arrest for suspicious actions…and…uh…arguing with a law enforcing officer.”
“Give it up, Jarret! You’re finished here. You know you didn’t find anything wrong inside the house! I demand to see my guild leader!”
I smothered a laugh as Jarret’s face went purple…it was not a good shade on him.
“Very well,” he muttered, and I smiled in triumph. There was no way he could convict me for something like this; I had already won, and he knew it. The problem would be the paying citizen who just might be unhappy that the job he’d paid me to do had not been accomplished.
Maybe I would offer him the amulet in exchange for the payment. A stone that large must be worth something! At least, I hoped it was.
When we reached the guild, there was some trouble getting in. Our sentries weren’t too happy about having to let members of the elite city guard inside thief headquarters. Several times they shot me questioning looks, and I knew if I but nodded my head, the provost guards would soon have a serious fight on their hands.
But I didn’t. If I had been guilty, it would have been another story, but I wasn’t, and that made all the difference. We walked through the thick, oak doors and into the guild hall. The vaulted ceiling made our footsteps echo loudly. Not what you’d expect from the home of those who devoted their lives to being silent.
We walked through the halls, Jarret looking straight ahead, but the guards looked around in wonder. I smirked. Obviously, they weren’t used to such grandeur. And the Hall was grand.
A fountain gurgled in the foyer, and huge, marble pillars lined the walk way. Intricate tapestries hung down the walls, depicting beautiful landscapes, intense battles, and start crossed lovers. Yes, it was magnificent. A perfect place in a city full of the opposite.
I was marched through the long hallway, and right up to the door of the guild master’s office. Jarret hesitated, then knocked.
“Come in.”
The voice shouldn’t have been audible through the heavy oak door, but it was…something that had always mystified me. Jarret inched the door open, looking almost afraid to enter the office. He looked at me, saw the smirk I’m sure must have been evident, then squared his shoulders and stepped inside.
“Jarret,” said a surprisingly sweet voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Wish I could say likewise, lady.”
“Do you now.”
“Right. Well tonight, we caught Rael here coming out of a house we got a tip on.”
“Was anything missing? Did you find anyone dead?”
“Ah, no ma’am,” Said Jarret, sounding a little less sure of himself.
“Then why are you taking up my time?”
“Uh…begging your pardon, lady. I just…we…well, we wanted to make sure personally that you knew. She should be dealt with.” “Thank you, Jarret. I will take what you’ve said into consideration. You may leave now.”
“Ah..uh, yes, lady. G-Goodbye, lady.”
With that final, stuttered farwell, Jarret turned and fled down the hallway. I tried to cover a giggle that was forcing its way out, but failed, although it was immediately silenced by a stern look from the guildmaster.
“Begging your pardon, lady.”
“Rael.”
“It’s not my fault! The place was magicked, not to mention they got a tip.”
“I don’t blame you, Rael. Jarret’s an idiot to have brought you to me with such pathetic evidence. I’m just glad you didn’t show up with more of your street children.” She said, rifling through some papers on her heavy, oak desk.
I blushed. Because of my own history, I tried to take care of the kids who struggled to make it off the streets alive. Some of the worse off ones I brought to the guild to do odd jobs for the thieves, and hopefully so they could become a thief themselves.
“None today, Lady.”
“Good.” Was her only response, but even though she complained about it regularly, I could tell she approved.
I took a moment to study the lady. Tall and slender, the guildmaster would be perfectness itself, were it not for the small scars that covered her body. They were similar to the marks the snaked their way across my own body, but I was not ready to ask her how she had come by hers. None of the other thieves knew either, and no one had dared to ask her.
She was dressed in the standard guild uniform, with her blonde hair pulled up into a loose bun. Not much older than I, her face was stern, but you could tell that despite that, she smiled often.
Finally, I broke the silence. “Lady…if I could go now?”
“Yes, of course, dear. One final word though: You know you’ll have to tell your benefactor that you failed tonight. I’m assuming you have some sort of compensation…?”
“Yes, lady. Of course, lady.”
“Good girl. Now, you may go.”
I performed a quick bow, then turned and hurried out of her office. Despite having a motherly attitude towards all of the members of the guild, the guildmaster still had a harsh side that came to the surface when things did not go as planned.
When I was sure no one was looking, I pulled the amulet out from under my shirt. Jarret was really an idiot not to search me. Always search a thief.
The medallion should have been warm from being so close to my body, but it still felt cool to the touch. Surely it had to be worth something; at least enough to pay my benefactor.
As I walked down the hall, I saw someone who made instantly made me smile. “Rory!”
““Rae! How’d your job go tonight?” She yelled down the hall as she hurried towards me.
I winced. “Don’t ask.”
“That bad, huh?” She asked as she threw her arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards our room.
“Worse.” I answered. Okay, so it wasn’t really as bad as all that, but I was annoyed, and it sounded good at the time.
She raised her eyebrow at me, and I feigned a hurt expression. “You don’t believe me?” I teased.
“Come to the room, and tell me about it; then I’ll make up my mind.” She said as she flashed me a grin.
I smothered a laugh as she pulled me along. Rory was the best friend I’d ever had; she put up with every single one of my odd quirks.
Pushing open the door to our room, I immediately collapsed on my bed. Staying up all night was beginning to take its toll on me.
Rory perched on the edge of my bed. “So, what went wrong?”
“Pretty much everything.”
Rory tapped her fingers, almost glaring in my direction, and I had the feeling she wanted me to be more specific. I sighed then continued. “I was set up. The house had trip lines all through it, and there was nobody in the bed. Luckily this caught my eye as I was heading out.” I pulled the amulet out from beneath my shirt again, and tossed it at Rory.
“I don’t recognize the metal, or the stone.” She said, turning it over in her hands.
“I know, neither do I. I’m hoping it will be enough to satisfy my benefactor…if not, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“Aw, you know everyone here would give a bit if you couldn’t pay; everyone loves you!”
“They just know if I got kicked out, they’d get a whole lot less entertainment.” I said, laughing.
“True.” Rory agreed, a grin making her beautiful face slightly impish.
“Hey!” I shouted, as I gave her arm a playful punch. “You’re not suppose to agree!”
Rory’s face was comical as she tried to pull the laughter inside, and replace it with a stoic expression. “Right. My apologies.” She managed before breaking into another giggling fit. I might have rolled my eyes.
When she’d pulled herself together, Rory stood up straightened her clothes. “Well, it might have been a long night for you, but I didn’t get a job, so I have work to do.”
She tossed me the amulet, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. I sat there, turning the strange piece of jewelry around in my hands, still marveling at how cold it felt even after being held. It was certainly a mystery, and one I was determined to solve.
~ Calleigh
So, without any further rambling from me, Chapter 1 of my novel, currently titled, Rael's Redemption.
P.S. Some of this hasn't really been edited yet, but I'm posting it anyway. Deal with it. :P
Chapter 1
It was rare for the guild to receive an assassination order. Rarer still was a request to have a certain member carry out said assassination. Even more rare for the guild to obey that request. And of course,
the requested member would have to be me. I hated these jobs. But I did what was asked of me, so here I was in a dark bedroom in the middle of the night, stalking some sleeping old man.
I walked towards the bed, poised for action, and pulled my favorite knife from its sheath. I looked around. All was dark, all was quiet; everything was going just how I wanted…but as I approached my mark, I had a strange feeling all was not as it should be. My skin prickled in a way that I had by now learned meant danger. Upon closer observance, what should have been a body in the bed was oddly proportioned, with arms and legs sticking out at wrong angles.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had been set up. There was only a dummy in the bed, I was getting no money for this job, and I might not escape with my life. Yes, I always assume the worst; it’s just how I am.
Forcing myself to be calm, I ran through a mental list of escape possibilities. Deciding the window would be the best way out, I started towards it only to turn and look back at the bed. I had to be sure. No money meant I wouldn’t be eating for the rest of the week and I couldn’t take that chance. Of course I could just steal something, but being paid to steal something for someone else is different than stealing for myself.
When I was about four feet away, knife raised, I felt a tingling across my legs.
“Blast.” I said through clenched teeth. I really hate magic.
I held still, hoping I hadn’t triggered, only brushed the magic line. That I wasn’t dead was a good clue, you could never be sure what tricks a magician put into his toys, but I was lucky today.
I stepped back slowly, then sprinted for the window which was looking better by the second. I threw myself at it, hoping I would survive the fall. But I didn’t go through.
My head hit a barrier that set my short hair on end and sent tingles up and down my body. I take back what I said about hating magic. I loathe it. Magic is what people pay too much for, that gets honest folk in trouble and ruins people’s lives! Well in my case, maybe not so honest, but still…
I swirled around looking for another escape route. Nothing. I would have to go back through the house. Catapulting myself down the stairs, relieved to have left the room alive, I was rather careless. What I mean is I didn’t notice that I’d walked through a cord of magic till I felt the spark of it on my skin. Double blast.
I might as well go on now. With no regard to my surroundings, I dashed through the house. As I was running, I noticed something sparkly on a table ahead of me. A necklace, glittering in the light coming from the window.
In passing, I grabbed it, knowing that if all else failed I could maybe get enough money for it to survive the week. Sticking it in my pocket, I smiled as I saw the door straight ahead. I hurled it open and threw myself outside. Right at the feet of the provost guard.
I picked myself up, dusting off my clothes. “Evening, Jarret.”
“Rael.”
“Well, I’ll just be going now…” I said, as I turned away.
“Not so fast, Rael. You know the guild can’t protect you from this. You were seen leaving a house that is not yours. A house we got a tip on tonight.”
“You have nothing on me! You saw me leave the house…big deal!”
Jarret motioned to his law enforcing cronies who started towards me with a look in their eyes that told me I would be spending the night in a jail cell, whether I put up a fight or not.
“Rael Avongara, you are under arrest for murder.”
“But I haven’t killed anyone!”
He raised his eyebrow at me.
“Tonight,” I amended.
He laughed. I glared. And I won. He stopped laughing, and looked me in the eye. “Rael...if my men go in there and find a body, you will be arrested, and there’s not much the guild can do about it.”
“Let them go in! I don’t care!”
Jarret’s men moved inside the building, but of course he had to stay and watch me. I wasn’t worried though; I knew they wouldn’t find anything inside the house. For once, I was innocent.
I tensed as one of the men came out from the house, a grim look on his face.
“Uh, Sir, I think you might want to see this,” he said, nervousness making his voice shake.
My confidant stance did not alter in the slightest. They were probably just trying to make me uncomfortable enough to confess to the crime they thought I committed. Well, I wouldn’t give an inch. I was sure of my innocence, and they could act all they wanted to; they weren’t going to get a response from me.
They disappeared back inside, but not before one of Jarret’s henchmen stationed himself at my side. I could probably escape, but I couldn’t take the risk of him getting lucky. I hadn’t done anything, so I was going to wait right here, and make them apologize for ruining my night.
They finally reemerged from the house and, marching right up to me, (honestly, you would think that by now they might have learned something about personal space!) they clapped irons around my wrists, before I could even think of reacting.
“Rael Avongara, you are under arrest for suspicious actions…and…uh…arguing with a law enforcing officer.”
“Give it up, Jarret! You’re finished here. You know you didn’t find anything wrong inside the house! I demand to see my guild leader!”
I smothered a laugh as Jarret’s face went purple…it was not a good shade on him.
“Very well,” he muttered, and I smiled in triumph. There was no way he could convict me for something like this; I had already won, and he knew it. The problem would be the paying citizen who just might be unhappy that the job he’d paid me to do had not been accomplished.
Maybe I would offer him the amulet in exchange for the payment. A stone that large must be worth something! At least, I hoped it was.
When we reached the guild, there was some trouble getting in. Our sentries weren’t too happy about having to let members of the elite city guard inside thief headquarters. Several times they shot me questioning looks, and I knew if I but nodded my head, the provost guards would soon have a serious fight on their hands.
But I didn’t. If I had been guilty, it would have been another story, but I wasn’t, and that made all the difference. We walked through the thick, oak doors and into the guild hall. The vaulted ceiling made our footsteps echo loudly. Not what you’d expect from the home of those who devoted their lives to being silent.
We walked through the halls, Jarret looking straight ahead, but the guards looked around in wonder. I smirked. Obviously, they weren’t used to such grandeur. And the Hall was grand.
A fountain gurgled in the foyer, and huge, marble pillars lined the walk way. Intricate tapestries hung down the walls, depicting beautiful landscapes, intense battles, and start crossed lovers. Yes, it was magnificent. A perfect place in a city full of the opposite.
I was marched through the long hallway, and right up to the door of the guild master’s office. Jarret hesitated, then knocked.
“Come in.”
The voice shouldn’t have been audible through the heavy oak door, but it was…something that had always mystified me. Jarret inched the door open, looking almost afraid to enter the office. He looked at me, saw the smirk I’m sure must have been evident, then squared his shoulders and stepped inside.
“Jarret,” said a surprisingly sweet voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Wish I could say likewise, lady.”
“Do you now.”
“Right. Well tonight, we caught Rael here coming out of a house we got a tip on.”
“Was anything missing? Did you find anyone dead?”
“Ah, no ma’am,” Said Jarret, sounding a little less sure of himself.
“Then why are you taking up my time?”
“Uh…begging your pardon, lady. I just…we…well, we wanted to make sure personally that you knew. She should be dealt with.” “Thank you, Jarret. I will take what you’ve said into consideration. You may leave now.”
“Ah..uh, yes, lady. G-Goodbye, lady.”
With that final, stuttered farwell, Jarret turned and fled down the hallway. I tried to cover a giggle that was forcing its way out, but failed, although it was immediately silenced by a stern look from the guildmaster.
“Begging your pardon, lady.”
“Rael.”
“It’s not my fault! The place was magicked, not to mention they got a tip.”
“I don’t blame you, Rael. Jarret’s an idiot to have brought you to me with such pathetic evidence. I’m just glad you didn’t show up with more of your street children.” She said, rifling through some papers on her heavy, oak desk.
I blushed. Because of my own history, I tried to take care of the kids who struggled to make it off the streets alive. Some of the worse off ones I brought to the guild to do odd jobs for the thieves, and hopefully so they could become a thief themselves.
“None today, Lady.”
“Good.” Was her only response, but even though she complained about it regularly, I could tell she approved.
I took a moment to study the lady. Tall and slender, the guildmaster would be perfectness itself, were it not for the small scars that covered her body. They were similar to the marks the snaked their way across my own body, but I was not ready to ask her how she had come by hers. None of the other thieves knew either, and no one had dared to ask her.
She was dressed in the standard guild uniform, with her blonde hair pulled up into a loose bun. Not much older than I, her face was stern, but you could tell that despite that, she smiled often.
Finally, I broke the silence. “Lady…if I could go now?”
“Yes, of course, dear. One final word though: You know you’ll have to tell your benefactor that you failed tonight. I’m assuming you have some sort of compensation…?”
“Yes, lady. Of course, lady.”
“Good girl. Now, you may go.”
I performed a quick bow, then turned and hurried out of her office. Despite having a motherly attitude towards all of the members of the guild, the guildmaster still had a harsh side that came to the surface when things did not go as planned.
When I was sure no one was looking, I pulled the amulet out from under my shirt. Jarret was really an idiot not to search me. Always search a thief.
The medallion should have been warm from being so close to my body, but it still felt cool to the touch. Surely it had to be worth something; at least enough to pay my benefactor.
As I walked down the hall, I saw someone who made instantly made me smile. “Rory!”
““Rae! How’d your job go tonight?” She yelled down the hall as she hurried towards me.
I winced. “Don’t ask.”
“That bad, huh?” She asked as she threw her arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards our room.
“Worse.” I answered. Okay, so it wasn’t really as bad as all that, but I was annoyed, and it sounded good at the time.
She raised her eyebrow at me, and I feigned a hurt expression. “You don’t believe me?” I teased.
“Come to the room, and tell me about it; then I’ll make up my mind.” She said as she flashed me a grin.
I smothered a laugh as she pulled me along. Rory was the best friend I’d ever had; she put up with every single one of my odd quirks.
Pushing open the door to our room, I immediately collapsed on my bed. Staying up all night was beginning to take its toll on me.
Rory perched on the edge of my bed. “So, what went wrong?”
“Pretty much everything.”
Rory tapped her fingers, almost glaring in my direction, and I had the feeling she wanted me to be more specific. I sighed then continued. “I was set up. The house had trip lines all through it, and there was nobody in the bed. Luckily this caught my eye as I was heading out.” I pulled the amulet out from beneath my shirt again, and tossed it at Rory.
“I don’t recognize the metal, or the stone.” She said, turning it over in her hands.
“I know, neither do I. I’m hoping it will be enough to satisfy my benefactor…if not, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“Aw, you know everyone here would give a bit if you couldn’t pay; everyone loves you!”
“They just know if I got kicked out, they’d get a whole lot less entertainment.” I said, laughing.
“True.” Rory agreed, a grin making her beautiful face slightly impish.
“Hey!” I shouted, as I gave her arm a playful punch. “You’re not suppose to agree!”
Rory’s face was comical as she tried to pull the laughter inside, and replace it with a stoic expression. “Right. My apologies.” She managed before breaking into another giggling fit. I might have rolled my eyes.
When she’d pulled herself together, Rory stood up straightened her clothes. “Well, it might have been a long night for you, but I didn’t get a job, so I have work to do.”
She tossed me the amulet, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. I sat there, turning the strange piece of jewelry around in my hands, still marveling at how cold it felt even after being held. It was certainly a mystery, and one I was determined to solve.
~ Calleigh
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Boo! >:D
Yes, I have come back!!!! :D I have decided to return to the world of blogging! So, here's something I wrote just kind of off the top of my head. :) Not exactly happy or inspiring...but, yeah...
The pain spirals,
The hurt’s so clear.
Anguished cries fill my soul,
And I wonder if you hear?
Do you hear all the things I say?
Do you notice all I try to do?
Is everything I say in vain?
Do my strained smiles ever reach you?
Do my choked back tears make no difference?
Does my friendship fall flat, never to be returned?
Do I even matter to you?
Are the “I love you’s” just a sham?
Are the hugs a cover up?
Are the words whispered softly in my ear, just part of a mask you wear?
~ Lei
The pain spirals,
The hurt’s so clear.
Anguished cries fill my soul,
And I wonder if you hear?
Do you hear all the things I say?
Do you notice all I try to do?
Is everything I say in vain?
Do my strained smiles ever reach you?
Do my choked back tears make no difference?
Does my friendship fall flat, never to be returned?
Do I even matter to you?
Are the “I love you’s” just a sham?
Are the hugs a cover up?
Are the words whispered softly in my ear, just part of a mask you wear?
~ Lei
Friday, February 25, 2011
For Aimee
I love you, Sis. <3
The pain I see so clear,
It haunts my every thought
I long to take your burden from you
But it’s not something I can give.
My heart yearns to understand,
To show my love, to make you believe
In the amazing person I think you are.
~ Lei
The pain I see so clear,
It haunts my every thought
I long to take your burden from you
But it’s not something I can give.
My heart yearns to understand,
To show my love, to make you believe
In the amazing person I think you are.
~ Lei
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Another Scene from my OYAN :)
Okay, here is another scene from my OYAN...it contains a pretty big spoiler, so if you don't want to know what's going to happen, don't read it! :P I just need help because I don't think it's emotional enough! So if you have any tips, they would be greatly appreciated!!! :D
I looked at him, unsure of what to think.
“I’m sorry Rae, but I have to do this.”
“Why? I thought you were my friend! But you’re no better than Keeran!”
“Give me the amulet, Rae.”
I looked down at the small, minor gem resting in my palm. How could something that looked so insignificant be worth all the lives lost searching for it? Was it worth another one?
“Rael, give me the amulet, or say good bye to the boy.”
“I—I can’t!”
Aro’s eyes filled with dread. “Stupid girl! You’re not supposed to do this! He said you would give me the amulet in return for the boy’s life!”
“Who is he, Aro? Tell me!”
“I can’t tell you. He’ll….he’ll kill me.” Aro repositioned his hand on the knife and pushed down harder on Coradel’s neck. “Now, give me the stone, or he will die.”
I looked again at the stone, then up at Coradel, his young face twisted in pain. “Here. Take it.”
Aro’s eyes gleamed as he looked down at my hand. Reaching out, he pushed Coradel at me, and made a grab for the gem... And I let him have it. To me, the stone wasn’t worth that much.
“Thank you, Rael. It’s been a pleasure.” With these words, Aro spun around, and left the cavern, gem clutched firmly in his hand.
I hugged Coradel close, thankful that we had both made it out of the situation alive. Yes, I was alive, but a part of me was certainly dead. Why was I surprised that there would be another betrayal in my life? I should be used to it by now…but I had let him get too close. He was just like Keeran. And why not? They were cousins, I should have expected it.
Tears pooled in my eyes, and I blinked fast to push them away, but it didn’t work. Instead they ran down my cheeks, a silent tribute to friendship lost.
~ Lei
I looked at him, unsure of what to think.
“I’m sorry Rae, but I have to do this.”
“Why? I thought you were my friend! But you’re no better than Keeran!”
“Give me the amulet, Rae.”
I looked down at the small, minor gem resting in my palm. How could something that looked so insignificant be worth all the lives lost searching for it? Was it worth another one?
“Rael, give me the amulet, or say good bye to the boy.”
“I—I can’t!”
Aro’s eyes filled with dread. “Stupid girl! You’re not supposed to do this! He said you would give me the amulet in return for the boy’s life!”
“Who is he, Aro? Tell me!”
“I can’t tell you. He’ll….he’ll kill me.” Aro repositioned his hand on the knife and pushed down harder on Coradel’s neck. “Now, give me the stone, or he will die.”
I looked again at the stone, then up at Coradel, his young face twisted in pain. “Here. Take it.”
Aro’s eyes gleamed as he looked down at my hand. Reaching out, he pushed Coradel at me, and made a grab for the gem... And I let him have it. To me, the stone wasn’t worth that much.
“Thank you, Rael. It’s been a pleasure.” With these words, Aro spun around, and left the cavern, gem clutched firmly in his hand.
I hugged Coradel close, thankful that we had both made it out of the situation alive. Yes, I was alive, but a part of me was certainly dead. Why was I surprised that there would be another betrayal in my life? I should be used to it by now…but I had let him get too close. He was just like Keeran. And why not? They were cousins, I should have expected it.
Tears pooled in my eyes, and I blinked fast to push them away, but it didn’t work. Instead they ran down my cheeks, a silent tribute to friendship lost.
~ Lei
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
*Blushes*
Wow...I haven't posted in a long time....*blushes again* Anyway! I have a new free-writing exercise! *listens to readers groan* Yeah, I know...but I will be posting another scene from my OYAN soon...hopefully...so, just bear with me!! *laughs*
So, actually with this, I didn't have a prompt, this one just came from me needing to get some emotions out. *smiles* I hope you enjoy!!! :D
The anger stays,
So close, so near,
It haunts my every thought.
The anger pulses hot within,
But my heart does not its fire feel.
Two friends are hurt,
Two friends need healed,
Two friends whom I must comfort,
But is it something I can give?
Do I offer too little?
Do I ask too much?
Do I hurt more than I help?
My heart I pour out hesitantly,
Afraid of rejection's sharp edge,
Is it acknowledged? Ignored?
My friends I’m reaching out to you,
But I can only reach so far.
Let me give all that I can,
Let me help heal your wounded heart.
~ Lei
So, actually with this, I didn't have a prompt, this one just came from me needing to get some emotions out. *smiles* I hope you enjoy!!! :D
The anger stays,
So close, so near,
It haunts my every thought.
The anger pulses hot within,
But my heart does not its fire feel.
Two friends are hurt,
Two friends need healed,
Two friends whom I must comfort,
But is it something I can give?
Do I offer too little?
Do I ask too much?
Do I hurt more than I help?
My heart I pour out hesitantly,
Afraid of rejection's sharp edge,
Is it acknowledged? Ignored?
My friends I’m reaching out to you,
But I can only reach so far.
Let me give all that I can,
Let me help heal your wounded heart.
~ Lei
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
*Thinks*
Hello Everyone! So, I don't have anything of my OYAN to share...because I've procrastinated....but anyway, I will soon! But for today, I'm just going to give you a short (which I'm sure you're all very happy about) free writing exercise. The prompt for this was silence, but like I said, it's really short. :)
The quiet falls, and with it, dread.
If fills my heart, it fills my head.
The world around me slumbers still,
As the silence echoes till,
All around me quake fear,
At all that goes unspoken here.
~ Lei
The quiet falls, and with it, dread.
If fills my heart, it fills my head.
The world around me slumbers still,
As the silence echoes till,
All around me quake fear,
At all that goes unspoken here.
~ Lei
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
OYAN Novel Scene
AH!! I really need to think of different titles, because it totally ruins what I'm going to say here! *glares at title* Anyway, as the annoying thing above says, this is a scene I'm hoping to be able to use in my OYAN novel! :D If you haven't read my synopsis, this is from the view of my protagonist Rael. Hope you enjoy! And if you have any tips or correctings, comment, email, or PM me :P
I looked around. All was dark, all was quiet; everything was going just how I wanted it to. Skulking towards the bed, I pulled my favorite knife from its sheath. As I approached, I had a strange feeling all was not as it should be. Upon closer observance, the body in the bed was oddly proportioned, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles.
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I had been set up. There was no one in the bed, I was getting no money for this job, and I might not escape it with my life. Forcing myself to be calm, I quickly ran through a mental list of escape possibilities. Deciding the window would be the best way out, I started towards it only to turn and look back at the bed. I had to be sure. No money meant I wouldn’t be eating for the rest of the week and I couldn’t take that chance. Of course I could just steal something, but being paid to steal something for someone else is different than stealing for myself.
When I was about four feet away, knife raised, I felt a tingling across my legs. “Blast!” I really hate magic.
I held still, hoping I hadn’t triggered, only brushed the magic line. That I wasn’t dead was a good clue, but you could never be sure. I stepped back slowly, then sprinted for the window which was looking better by the second. I threw myself at it, hoping I would survive the fall. But I didn’t go through.
My head hit a magical barrier that set my short hair on end and sent tingles up and down my body. I take back what I said about hating magic. I loathe it. Magic is what people pay too much for that gets folks in trouble and ruins people’s honest lives! Well in my case, maybe not so honest, but still…you see my point.
I swirled around looking for another escape route. Nothing. I would have to go back through the house. Catapulting myself down the stairs, relieved to have left the room, I was rather careless. What I mean is I didn’t notice that I’d walked through a cord of magic till I felt the spark of it on my skin. Double blast.
I might as well go on now. With no regard to my surroundings, I dashed through the house. Reaching the door, I hurled it open and threw myself outside. Right at the feet of the provost guard.
~ Lei
I looked around. All was dark, all was quiet; everything was going just how I wanted it to. Skulking towards the bed, I pulled my favorite knife from its sheath. As I approached, I had a strange feeling all was not as it should be. Upon closer observance, the body in the bed was oddly proportioned, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles.
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I had been set up. There was no one in the bed, I was getting no money for this job, and I might not escape it with my life. Forcing myself to be calm, I quickly ran through a mental list of escape possibilities. Deciding the window would be the best way out, I started towards it only to turn and look back at the bed. I had to be sure. No money meant I wouldn’t be eating for the rest of the week and I couldn’t take that chance. Of course I could just steal something, but being paid to steal something for someone else is different than stealing for myself.
When I was about four feet away, knife raised, I felt a tingling across my legs. “Blast!” I really hate magic.
I held still, hoping I hadn’t triggered, only brushed the magic line. That I wasn’t dead was a good clue, but you could never be sure. I stepped back slowly, then sprinted for the window which was looking better by the second. I threw myself at it, hoping I would survive the fall. But I didn’t go through.
My head hit a magical barrier that set my short hair on end and sent tingles up and down my body. I take back what I said about hating magic. I loathe it. Magic is what people pay too much for that gets folks in trouble and ruins people’s honest lives! Well in my case, maybe not so honest, but still…you see my point.
I swirled around looking for another escape route. Nothing. I would have to go back through the house. Catapulting myself down the stairs, relieved to have left the room, I was rather careless. What I mean is I didn’t notice that I’d walked through a cord of magic till I felt the spark of it on my skin. Double blast.
I might as well go on now. With no regard to my surroundings, I dashed through the house. Reaching the door, I hurled it open and threw myself outside. Right at the feet of the provost guard.
~ Lei
Monday, January 10, 2011
It Ish here! :P
I am finally posting my OYAN synopsis! If any of you care to read it...*hint, hint* Please let me know if you like it, something should be changed, or it's a lame idea that is a complete waste of time. So, here it is! *posts and hides*
Rael is a common city thief, who after a botched job gets thrown into something more dangerous than she would have thought possible. The race is on to find the amulet that could either save the Empire, or destroy it. But she is not the only one after the gem. Sarmad, Emperor’s Magician is also in search of the stone. Will Rael do what she has feared all her life, and in doing so acknowledge a part of herself kept long buried? Will she accept the man that has been waiting for her? Or will she reject the penitent love and stay hidden, letting Sarmad carry out his plans in return for some sort of freedom?
See, I told you it was lame! :P...just kidding...I think... *laughing* *leaves before she can think of something else rediculous to say* Ah! Too late!! *kicks herself off of blog* Seriously, I'm really leaving this time...
~ Lei
Rael is a common city thief, who after a botched job gets thrown into something more dangerous than she would have thought possible. The race is on to find the amulet that could either save the Empire, or destroy it. But she is not the only one after the gem. Sarmad, Emperor’s Magician is also in search of the stone. Will Rael do what she has feared all her life, and in doing so acknowledge a part of herself kept long buried? Will she accept the man that has been waiting for her? Or will she reject the penitent love and stay hidden, letting Sarmad carry out his plans in return for some sort of freedom?
See, I told you it was lame! :P...just kidding...I think... *laughing* *leaves before she can think of something else rediculous to say* Ah! Too late!! *kicks herself off of blog* Seriously, I'm really leaving this time...
~ Lei
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Hello Peoples!!
Hello...again...*facepalm* Why do I always sound so stupid when I write these?! :)
Anyway...I have another free-writing exercises *readers groan in distress* I'm sorry, it's all I've got at the moment...although I will be putting my OYAN synopsis up possibly either tomorrow or Monday. :)
But anyway, here's the exercise, the prompt being acceptance. :D
I see the way they look at you.
The way they laugh,
The way they talk.
I see the hurt that fills your eyes
As you wonder at the contempt,
The disdain, no smile can hide.
I feel the need to reach out.
To comfort you.
I pull you into my arms,
I hold you close,
I tell you how much your life is worth.
I smile as you life your head,
I see your eyes empty of the dread,
That so often haunted your every step,
Your every thought, till there was nothing left.
Your friend forever I will be,
In honour of those who accepted me.
The ones who lifted me, gave me a hand.
The ones who showed me how to take stand.
For all that I believed was right,
So I could help you here tonight.
~ Lei
Anyway...I have another free-writing exercises *readers groan in distress* I'm sorry, it's all I've got at the moment...although I will be putting my OYAN synopsis up possibly either tomorrow or Monday. :)
But anyway, here's the exercise, the prompt being acceptance. :D
I see the way they look at you.
The way they laugh,
The way they talk.
I see the hurt that fills your eyes
As you wonder at the contempt,
The disdain, no smile can hide.
I feel the need to reach out.
To comfort you.
I pull you into my arms,
I hold you close,
I tell you how much your life is worth.
I smile as you life your head,
I see your eyes empty of the dread,
That so often haunted your every step,
Your every thought, till there was nothing left.
Your friend forever I will be,
In honour of those who accepted me.
The ones who lifted me, gave me a hand.
The ones who showed me how to take stand.
For all that I believed was right,
So I could help you here tonight.
~ Lei
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