The feel of hands upon her torso woke Asylia up. Immediately, she swung out with an arm as she opened her eyes, the air thickening around her hand. Feeling the solidifying air connect with something, she released it as she rolled away.
“Ow!”
She looked at the one who uttered the surprised shout, a man on his behind, rubbing his chest through the dark green shirt with loose ties by his neck. Black unkempt hair fell across his hazel eyes with mock hurt. Recognizing him, she relaxed. “Malfon, you’re going to die one of these days and it won’t be my fault.”
Malfon leapt to his feet. “If I die touching the ever lovely Asylia, I think I’d be fine with that.”
“Even if before you die, you’re completely maimed, gutted, tortured, and everything in between?” she asked, as she pulled everything back on. “Anyway, what are you doing out here?”
“Stena saw Eralo so we knew you were back. Join us for dinner? The second class Rangers came back today so there’s going to be some nice pig roast tonight.”
Today's Word Count: 181
Total Word Count: 1,586
Comment: Urgh, my word count is just dropping. I haven't even cleared the necessary daily word count for the first day on my fourth day. This so is not good. But I'm gonna keep pushing forward and update with as much as I can! But I think I might take a day off sometime in the near future to pound out a quick outline just so I know where I'm headed and hopefully prompt the muse to flow. As it is, I'm awkwardly throwing in a rather boring and slow transition when I don't even know where I'm going. XD I will succeed though! I WILL GET THAT 50,000 WORD COUNT!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Day Three
After dropping off her belongings into her room, Asylia wound her way through the building that she had claimed as home for the last ten years of her life. It was hard to believe that she had been here this long but that was reality.
She first arrived as a child when the place she originally called home was no longer safe for her or anyone else. She came as a child carried on the back of someone, unable to walk or even aware of anything around her. For this place, it was not unusual. It was the school and training ground for those who were blessed, or cursed, with power that was not limited to the physical. When the power awakened, it left her disabled as it ran rampant through her body.
But now, it was under control. It was no longer foreign. It was as part of her as her own hand. She was thankful. There were those who got burned out by the power before it was bought under control. Some died while others were left less than whole, whether it be physically or mentally. But she wondered sometimes what life would have been like if she never had this power. She probably wouldn’t be here, carrying a sword, or going out on patrols to deal with the increasing number of monsters in the world. Truth be told, she could not say she was unhappy. She was here, contributing to the history of the Gaeria and its role of protecting the people, young and old, of not only the Narcys Empire but also everyone in the world.
Asylia found herself outside. A small green field spread out in front of her with the edges bounded with high stone walls. There were groups at various spots, some of them students in their lessons, others simply training, and then there were those simply milling about, enjoying the sun. Instead of joining any of them, she went to her favorite spot. There was a tall tree near the far end of the field that did not seem to attract many visitors, perhaps due to its distance. Whatever the reason, it was a great place for solitude when she needed it.
She removed the sword and set it upon the ground beside her. And then she removed her boots and socks. She laid down upon the grass, feeling its soft cool touch upon her bare skin. She closed her eyes and felt the dancing rays of sun peeking through the tree’s leaves upon her face.
Today's Word Count: 424
Total Word Count: 1,400
Comment: Well, I'm not as far as I would like to be, but the fact that I'm writing at all is a good thing. As each day passes, I think I'm gonna have more and more free time to write as I finish off projects, assignments, and finals for the quarter. Funny enough, in less than two weeks time, the updates to this blog will drop off when I lose constant access to the Internet. n.n; As for the story itself... Well, I don't have the faintest clue where it's going, nor am I entirely pleased with the quality of the writing, but eh, as for quality, it was never meant to be good. Although, I could have done something about it in that I could have made an outline ahead of time instead of doing this by the seat of my pants. XD Oh well! Anyways, enough of my ramblings. Time for me to reacquaint myself with that lovely bed of mine.
She first arrived as a child when the place she originally called home was no longer safe for her or anyone else. She came as a child carried on the back of someone, unable to walk or even aware of anything around her. For this place, it was not unusual. It was the school and training ground for those who were blessed, or cursed, with power that was not limited to the physical. When the power awakened, it left her disabled as it ran rampant through her body.
But now, it was under control. It was no longer foreign. It was as part of her as her own hand. She was thankful. There were those who got burned out by the power before it was bought under control. Some died while others were left less than whole, whether it be physically or mentally. But she wondered sometimes what life would have been like if she never had this power. She probably wouldn’t be here, carrying a sword, or going out on patrols to deal with the increasing number of monsters in the world. Truth be told, she could not say she was unhappy. She was here, contributing to the history of the Gaeria and its role of protecting the people, young and old, of not only the Narcys Empire but also everyone in the world.
Asylia found herself outside. A small green field spread out in front of her with the edges bounded with high stone walls. There were groups at various spots, some of them students in their lessons, others simply training, and then there were those simply milling about, enjoying the sun. Instead of joining any of them, she went to her favorite spot. There was a tall tree near the far end of the field that did not seem to attract many visitors, perhaps due to its distance. Whatever the reason, it was a great place for solitude when she needed it.
She removed the sword and set it upon the ground beside her. And then she removed her boots and socks. She laid down upon the grass, feeling its soft cool touch upon her bare skin. She closed her eyes and felt the dancing rays of sun peeking through the tree’s leaves upon her face.
Today's Word Count: 424
Total Word Count: 1,400
Comment: Well, I'm not as far as I would like to be, but the fact that I'm writing at all is a good thing. As each day passes, I think I'm gonna have more and more free time to write as I finish off projects, assignments, and finals for the quarter. Funny enough, in less than two weeks time, the updates to this blog will drop off when I lose constant access to the Internet. n.n; As for the story itself... Well, I don't have the faintest clue where it's going, nor am I entirely pleased with the quality of the writing, but eh, as for quality, it was never meant to be good. Although, I could have done something about it in that I could have made an outline ahead of time instead of doing this by the seat of my pants. XD Oh well! Anyways, enough of my ramblings. Time for me to reacquaint myself with that lovely bed of mine.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Day One
Word Count (Not counting the words prologue and part one and these lovely words): 971 (according to Scrivener)
Prologue
What if you couldn’t walk away from destiny? If it swept you up and away from all that you held dear? Even if you saw it coming, could you do anything about it? This is a story about destiny but one whose end is unknown for this story is not just a story. It is happening right now as I write this. And I am afraid.
Part One
The wind tore across the plains, flattening the grass. Trees that stood for years, great and tall, majestic with their branches raised high, could not withstand the screaming wind. Their leaves were torn off. Their branches were torn off. Until finally, their roots finally could no longer hold and they too were torn. There were was no moonlight but there was plenty of light as the jagged branches of lightning jumped from the sky to strike the ground with explosive impact. The lightning strikes blinded everyone if there had been anyone to watch them. With the lightning was also the pouring rain, drenching everything and anything in a mere moment with its torrent. It was as if nature itself was trying to tear the world apart.
Even with the fury of the elements raging across the plains, there were two who stood amidst this. They were not statues-–they were very much alive. Their clothes were soaked. Their hair was soaked. Water fell off in never-ending stream. Trees were ripped out of the ground and yet these two stood.
“This will end now,” one of them said, the voice low and rough. A hand came out from underneath the cloak and ripped it off. As soon as the hand let go, the wind greedily grabbed the cloak and took it away, revealing a muscular man, if one could call it a man. Everything about the being was human but for two things. The eyes. They glowed with an unnatural red that pulsed irregularly. But there was something else... It was not something physical but an aura. Words could not describe it.
He held out his gloved hand and a fire popped into existence in his palm. It rapidly lengthened out into a sword with flames crawling all along it. He wrapped his fingers around it and charged at the other figure, the fire tracing out his path behind him before disappearing. He bought the sword down upon the other in a heavy overhand blow.
But the other figure had already moved and so the sword only caught a cloak. Several yards away, a woman held a sword in each hand as she stood with her profile towards the other, her eyes watching the man warily.
“Haha, good, good! It looks there are still some I could have fun with!” He once again charged at her but just before he reached her, he seemed to disappear.
The woman dropped a sword as she spun around, the empty hand coming up in front of her with the palm away. A white pulse of light formed in her hand and rapidly spread out into a beam at the man. She retreated back as she reached her hand out toward the sword and it leapt up into her empty hand. She shook the rain out of her eyes to see if she had scored a hit.
Suddenly, a sword pierced her from the back. Her hands lost their grip on her swords as a burning sensation spread through her, tearing at not only her body but what also felt like her soul.
“Asylia!”
She couldn’t see anything but voice was not the man-that-was-not.
“Asylia! Wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open. She blinked a few times before sitting up.
“You were yelling. Did you have that nightmare again?”
Asylia looked at the man crouched beside her. The darkness threw shadows across his smooth face, but they did not the hide the concern in his blue eyes. She nodded. “Yes, but I’d be all right. Go back to sleep. I’m not a child. I can handle them.”
He gazed at her silently for several moments. “What was it about?”
“I... I don’t remember. I just remember a sense of evil as I always do.”
He sighed. “I wish you would tell me.”
She smiled at him slightly. “I would if I could, Eralo. Go back to sleep.” When he finally complied, she laid back down on what accounted for a ‘bed’ that night and gazed up at the moon that shone brightly upon all it touched. She didn’t fall asleep for hours to come.
The sun was nearly at its peak when Asylia and Eralo arrived in front of a city gate. The granite doors were open, allowing the flow of traffic to easily pass through. Vendors hawked their wares as they rode along a broad avenue towards the middle of the city. They passed through another gate and as they moved further from it, the noise of the crowds faded away until they could the clops of their horses’ hoofs upon the stone paved street. Eventually, they stopped in front of a building older than both of them put together. It was built out of stone but simplistic in design. It was here that they dismounted and lead their horses to a low wooden gate off to the side.
An man with white hair beginning to show at the temples greeted them. “Good day, Eralo and Asylia. Lord Tyaxo wishes to see you both this evening after dinner.” He turned slightly to the side. “Hurry up!” he yelled to those behind him. “This is part of your responsibilities!” He turned back to the two as a couple of young boys rushed past him to take the horses.
“Thank you, Sir Gravin. Nyvia shines upon you,” said Eralo.
“Nyvia shines upon you.”
Prologue
What if you couldn’t walk away from destiny? If it swept you up and away from all that you held dear? Even if you saw it coming, could you do anything about it? This is a story about destiny but one whose end is unknown for this story is not just a story. It is happening right now as I write this. And I am afraid.
Part One
The wind tore across the plains, flattening the grass. Trees that stood for years, great and tall, majestic with their branches raised high, could not withstand the screaming wind. Their leaves were torn off. Their branches were torn off. Until finally, their roots finally could no longer hold and they too were torn. There were was no moonlight but there was plenty of light as the jagged branches of lightning jumped from the sky to strike the ground with explosive impact. The lightning strikes blinded everyone if there had been anyone to watch them. With the lightning was also the pouring rain, drenching everything and anything in a mere moment with its torrent. It was as if nature itself was trying to tear the world apart.
Even with the fury of the elements raging across the plains, there were two who stood amidst this. They were not statues-–they were very much alive. Their clothes were soaked. Their hair was soaked. Water fell off in never-ending stream. Trees were ripped out of the ground and yet these two stood.
“This will end now,” one of them said, the voice low and rough. A hand came out from underneath the cloak and ripped it off. As soon as the hand let go, the wind greedily grabbed the cloak and took it away, revealing a muscular man, if one could call it a man. Everything about the being was human but for two things. The eyes. They glowed with an unnatural red that pulsed irregularly. But there was something else... It was not something physical but an aura. Words could not describe it.
He held out his gloved hand and a fire popped into existence in his palm. It rapidly lengthened out into a sword with flames crawling all along it. He wrapped his fingers around it and charged at the other figure, the fire tracing out his path behind him before disappearing. He bought the sword down upon the other in a heavy overhand blow.
But the other figure had already moved and so the sword only caught a cloak. Several yards away, a woman held a sword in each hand as she stood with her profile towards the other, her eyes watching the man warily.
“Haha, good, good! It looks there are still some I could have fun with!” He once again charged at her but just before he reached her, he seemed to disappear.
The woman dropped a sword as she spun around, the empty hand coming up in front of her with the palm away. A white pulse of light formed in her hand and rapidly spread out into a beam at the man. She retreated back as she reached her hand out toward the sword and it leapt up into her empty hand. She shook the rain out of her eyes to see if she had scored a hit.
Suddenly, a sword pierced her from the back. Her hands lost their grip on her swords as a burning sensation spread through her, tearing at not only her body but what also felt like her soul.
“Asylia!”
She couldn’t see anything but voice was not the man-that-was-not.
“Asylia! Wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open. She blinked a few times before sitting up.
“You were yelling. Did you have that nightmare again?”
Asylia looked at the man crouched beside her. The darkness threw shadows across his smooth face, but they did not the hide the concern in his blue eyes. She nodded. “Yes, but I’d be all right. Go back to sleep. I’m not a child. I can handle them.”
He gazed at her silently for several moments. “What was it about?”
“I... I don’t remember. I just remember a sense of evil as I always do.”
He sighed. “I wish you would tell me.”
She smiled at him slightly. “I would if I could, Eralo. Go back to sleep.” When he finally complied, she laid back down on what accounted for a ‘bed’ that night and gazed up at the moon that shone brightly upon all it touched. She didn’t fall asleep for hours to come.
The sun was nearly at its peak when Asylia and Eralo arrived in front of a city gate. The granite doors were open, allowing the flow of traffic to easily pass through. Vendors hawked their wares as they rode along a broad avenue towards the middle of the city. They passed through another gate and as they moved further from it, the noise of the crowds faded away until they could the clops of their horses’ hoofs upon the stone paved street. Eventually, they stopped in front of a building older than both of them put together. It was built out of stone but simplistic in design. It was here that they dismounted and lead their horses to a low wooden gate off to the side.
An man with white hair beginning to show at the temples greeted them. “Good day, Eralo and Asylia. Lord Tyaxo wishes to see you both this evening after dinner.” He turned slightly to the side. “Hurry up!” he yelled to those behind him. “This is part of your responsibilities!” He turned back to the two as a couple of young boys rushed past him to take the horses.
“Thank you, Sir Gravin. Nyvia shines upon you,” said Eralo.
“Nyvia shines upon you.”
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