Tristin’s Guide to World Building

 I am definitely a prime example of someone who will create a new world for every single story. Here is a basic guide as to how I do this. I wrote this in the past since a friend requested assistance. 

Tristin’s Guide to World Building

Note: My preferred program to use is Gimp so I refer to that in this guide. The reason I often refer to using different layers is so you can also keep your map as a project file and open it in Gimp. You can then show or hide any layers you don’t need at the moment so you focus on the things that are important.

THE BASICS

STEP 1: Rough outline

The first outline of the world I suggest to be drawn by hand. This way you can be very ‘random’ while sketching something. I find that drawing on paper makes it easier to just go with it and let my imagination work. However, if you don’t want to deal with the hassle of paper, you can draw in a program like Gimp too.

1a. If you have a rough idea of how your world should look, you can go with that.

1b. If you are going for a ‘new’ world, just use your imagination and don’t worry too much about the finer details of the map.

My method is often to draw lines that move in random patterns. Sometimes I come up with maps that look unnatural. In this case it is fine to simply try again.

I usually start with only the outline of the world but you are free to add country borders if that’s something you want on your first draft. You can always remove them during the next step.

STEP 2: Digital outline

Next up you need to make your work digital, if you did not digitally draw the rough outline of your map. I do this by scanning my picture with my printer and then transferring it onto my computer. If you drew digitally, you are good to go already.

Basic outline.png

2a. Create a canvas that you would like to use to put your world on. I suggest you don’t underestimate this. I tend to go for 1500 x 2000 pixels (height x width). Depending on whether or not you want a grid function or not, you will need to adjust the pixels so everything works out correctly.

Note: Be sure to set the grid as a new layer. Use a transparent layer to put your canvas on.

Grids can help you define distance in the story. It can help you find out how long characters need to travel.

Example

I want to use a canvas that is 1500 x 2000 pixels, but I also want to set a grid onto this. Suppose every square in this grid would be 100 x 100 pixels; which means the grid could have 15 x 20 squares. I tend to set my grid outlining to 1 x 1 pixel; meaning the squares on the grid are divided by 1 pixel of black line. This requires a little math. See below.

1500 x 2000 pixels for the canvas
I want to have 15 x 20 squares
One square is 101 x 101 pixels (100 pixels + 1 pixel for the grid)

To complete our grid, we also need to take into account the most outer edges so we add 1 pixel to the eventual equation.

Our actual canvas size would have to be adjusted to;

Height; 1516 (15 x 101 + 1 for the last edges) pixels
Width; 2021 (20 x 101 + 1 for the last edges) pixels

If you want a grid that includes numbers at the top and sides, add one square into the calculations.

(Yes, world building is for smart people.)

2b. Next you need to trace the physical drawing you made. Use a drawing tool like a brush and set it to a solid circle. I tend to use a thicker outline for the world and a thinner outline for the borders of my countries. It is okay if you trace this world onto a white background. For other features however, I suggest using a transparent layer. Sometimes I put the outline of the country borders on a different layer than my world outline. But that’s up to the creator.

2c. Copy and paste your world outline onto the background of the grid canvas (in case you are using one). You can drag the picture around till you are satisfied with where it sits. Anchor it there. The outline of the world will be the basis for everything else you put overtop it, so make sure it’s at the very back of your file.

STEP 3: Landscape

Next you need to decide what the landscape looks like. You can select all white areas with the select tools so you can properly color them. It is fine if you want to color the world outline. I sometimes do that too. It can work just fine that way.

Landscape

3a. Set well distinguished colors. Blue for water, yellow for sand, red for canyon, lime for grass, green for forest and so on. If needed, you can use an extra canvas to write down what every color means so you can properly keep track of everything.

Example

Colors that I like to use

  • Blue = water
  • Light green = grass
  • Dark green = forest
  • Yellow/beige = sand
  • Red/maroon = canyon rock
  • Grey = mountain rock
  • Light grey = snow area
  • Teal (a light shade of blue) = healing water

STEP 4: Locations

So your characters have places to go, you should name places in your world. You can name regions (a forest, a mountain range), the countries and cities/towns. I suggest using a different (transparent) layer for each of these.

By placing text on a transparent layer, you can erase just that name if you want to rename a place.

Locations

4a. Regions are the easiest to name since they tend to be big chunks. You can use a font, size and color that are easy to read on the canvas colors as well as a font size that fits well on the places. I tend to pick something that is not too big so I can actually fit the names even on smaller regions.

4b. With country names, I’d go for something of a reasonable size; something that stands out but does not occupy the entire country space when placed so you can still look around the word to see the place it belongs to.

4c. For cities and such, I tend to place down dots. I pick a color I have not used before (purple or pink) to make the dots to indicate the size of the cities. The biggest dot in every country is the capital city. Medium sized dots are other cities and small dots are towns/villages. What I do with the size of the names;

  • Capital gets big letters; but smaller than the region names.
  • Cities get reasonable sizes
  • Towns/villages get small sizes

There’s usually no more than a 10-5 pixel difference between the sizes. Don’t be afraid to make things too small. If you have a large canvas, that is just fine. Remember, if you need it during writing, you can always zoom in to see what it says.

4d. If you have special locations on your map, you can draw a significant symbol (a star, a triangle, etc.) to indicate where it is and add a name to it in the same way.

You can add lines between locations to indicate roads.

STEP 5: Decide astronomy

This might not seem important but it can make a significant difference in your world. If you wish to follow the same system as the Earth follows, that is perfectly fine. I tend to change things up often.

5a. The first interesting aspect is to decide the pattern of a year. Indicate how many days the year has, how many each month has (if you have months), the lengths of weeks and also the length of seasons.

5b. Decide the heavenly bodies next. There is a likelihood that the world has a star it orbits. However some planets also have moons or even rings. These are things to consider since they can add to the atmosphere within your world. The weather is also interesting to consider.

Weather

Sometimes I add weather to maps. Use a transparent layer and color it with transparent colors to indicate where it tends to rain, where it is warmer and where snow is prominent.

Example

Here is a suggestion for the colors to use:

  • Red = high temperatures
  • Orange = heat waves
  • Yellow = often sunny
  • Green = neutral, pleasant temperatures
  • Blue = cool temperatures
  • Purple = often rains
  • Grey = often cloudy/misty
  • White = often snow

You can adjust the brightness of the colors or the amount of transparency to indicate how common this weather is. If you really want to go to such lengths, you can even make separate weather patterns for the different seasons.

STEP 6: Create physics

This step is mostly a step about imagining and potentially writing. If your story takes place in a magical world, you need to refer to the rules that are involved in this world.

Examples

Example 1: Magic power is only inherited. It can not be learned.
Example 2: People can only use as much magic as their own energy will permit.
Example 3: Magical abilities can be learned only through sacred processes.

Besides that, you need to decide what physics are at play. In most novels I read, the physics resemble those we experience on Earth. Many sci-fi novels choose to either exaggerated these physics or add to them. Traveling at the speed of light is a prime example.

It is also interesting to decide what is significant in your world. This can be special locations, special creatures or special roles that people earn or are born with. You need to decide what influence this has on your world.

An example could be a special plant that is very rare but grants certain advantages to whomever has the plant.

BRINGING LIFE

STEP 1: Create civilizations

A story can not thrive without characters. It is essential to make yourself understand what cultures exist in your world before you attempt to persuade readers of the awesomeness of your world.

1a. Start by outlining which countries or regions exist and if there are people that live there. Describe if there are many people and what race they are. You can add that they speak their own language or have a particular religion.

1b. What really makes societies unique is their customs. For each community, make a brief description of what are important ceremonies or holidays to them. Write about how relationships are handled within the community. Mention small gestures that are native to the community (greetings, expressions of respect, expressions of love, etc.).

1c. Establishing connections between communities and countries is important. It can often influence the plot heavily. Describe how each is governed and what their view of other countries is.

The level of detail you decide to use is completely up to you however a basic understanding of the local cultures will help you remember them and integrate them.

STEP 2: Create wildlife

It would make sense that beyond city walls, there are other living creatures that inhabit the wild. As miniscule a role as they might play in your story, it is still interesting to establish what animals and plants exist.

2a. Describe what (types of) animals inhabit the world. What creatures live where? Are they friendly to the people? Are the intelligent? What role do they play, if any? Perhaps the only role that you desire is birds that can be written about as singing their songs in the morning. That is fine.

2b. Integrate plants into your story. If you are not eager to make up your own plants, then resume as you wish. It might be interesting to understand what lives where. This requires some research. If that is not your cup of tea, then attempt to create your own.

Example

Below is an example of three significant plants growing in one kingdom.

The kingdom is known for several medicinal herbs that are native to it. One is a small red flower (Aniya flower) used to lessen headaches. It is a small plant that grows on the trunks of trees and is thusly found in the forests to the east.

The other is a plant with feather shaped leaves (Dragon Pigmy) that are quite long and thin. The leaves hang outwards and get smaller as they reach the top of the plant. Because the leaves are so long and heavy, the stem of the plant is quite sturdy. It grows in moist areas. It is commonly found in swamp-like locations near the southern shore of Sandöhr. Both the leaves and the root of the Dragon Pigmy plant are used in combination with other herbs to form medicinal healing powders used for speeding up the healing of wounds. It is also commonly used to cure nausea or internal pain. The root of the plant is often cooked and consumed by people due to its healthy factors. Its leaves are used in salads. They are high in iron. The seeds of this plant are hard but are often used to brew tea because the outer core of the seed will dissolve in boiling water. The Dragon Pigmy earned its name due to the leaves of this plant closely resembling the wings of some species of Pigmy dragons.

Besides the Aniya and the Dragon Pigmy, the kingdom is famous for its tropical fruit. This fruit, called a Learan, grows on a fairly short tree in the far south of the kingdom. The Learan tree has a short trunk. This tree grows in a spire-like fashion; the base of it is very wide while the apex is narrow. This causes the tree to look like an enormous thorn. Such an exterior is emphasized by a lack of branches. The tree trunk is covered with round leaves that grow upwards along the tree trunk and seem to cover the tree in scales. The fruit that this tree grows is hidden among its coat of round leaves. The fruit has a cone-shape with a rounded base. The fruit grows taller and longer as it ripens and grows towards the sun. The fruit, at its earliest stages, is a green color equal to the color of the tree’s leaves. At this stage, the fruit is poisonous and the acid from it could cause tissue damage in the body. As the fruit ripens, its color transitions to blue before turning violet. When the fruit has turned blue, the poisonous fluids within have been transformed into sugars. Fruits from this tree are harvested during summer. They are picked when they are a shade of indigo. Learan fruit tastes rather sweet. Its outer core is a thick layer of flexible skin. Within this layer lays soft matter and a lot of liquid. This fruit is high in vitamins and is often used to create fruit juices or wine. In some instances, the fruit is converted into a paste-like substance to be eaten on bread. This fruit is popular even among young children due to the sweetness of it. Besides the fruit this tree provides, the Learan tree is often harvested for its sturdy wood. Learan wood has the benefit of being flexible and resistant to moisture. However, due to the rarity of these trees (they only grow in the south of Sandöhr) the expenses paid for a stack of wood are high.


STEP 3: Describe locations

Many locations become more interesting if you think about how they look or are organized. This makes describing them later on more fun too. It will also hold a stronger identity.

5a. Sketch or describe the way major cities are structured. Consider if the city has walls and if so what they are made of. If there is a castle or fortress, decide the characters for this as well. Decide if the streets are wide or narrow, if roofs are straw or wood. Decide if the roads are paved or if it is simply covered in sand. Perhaps there are cathedrals, academies, libraries or other noteworthy locations. Choose a location in the city for them and give them their own personal exterior.

It can be difficult to decide different identities for everything but this will make it more distinguished and intriguing to have characters visit them. They will have certain touches that set them apart. If you write about their exterior, it will also become easier to visualize them and thus write about them.

STEP 4: Final touches

Though the world is fairly complete now, it remains to be said that many writers like to add specific touches to their world. This is the point at which you can add all the unique aspects that you deem important. Something that I am prone to doing is noting certain aspects about certain areas. An example is that a road in one of my stories was made of a very interesting material. These are things I will record.

Good luck on your world building. 

May destiny be kind to you.

Ettalin; “May Destiny Be Kind To You”

My bucket list mentions several writing projects. One of them is what I have thus far dubbed the Primary Trilogy; a collection of books based on blue, red and yellow, respectively. The reason for these colors is three dragons who play a main role. Their scales have those colors, I’m sure you could guess that.

Though I am willing to tell the plot of the Primary Trilogy as soon as I’m done plotting, I can not do that yet. It is still in progress. It is a slow but that nonetheless. Meanwhile, I have been working on something related to it (in what little time I have). I have been working on something called Ettalin.

I’m sure your first thought is, “What the heck is Ettalin?” Well, dear reader, I will explain that!

Ettalin is the language used in the Primary Trilogy by the dragon race. They were the creators of the language and gifted it to other races of the land. Since dragons are the closest link to magic, it is also the tongue of magicians.

Creating a whole new language is hard work. You need to come up with rules for grammar (or use native ones but I’m choosing not to). I have a lengthy document with words and phrases of importance. There are also small paragraphs to explain how sentences need to be constructed. There are also certain ways to greet other individuals that I’ve elaborated. The oldest children are called differently than the younger ones. It’s pretty complex.

Of course, there will be a lot of things missing from the language. I don’t need a complete language since I will only be using the language in small portions. When writing spells or small portions of conversations, I will use it. I can also use it when the characters are learning about the world and magic. I can title certain factions or locations accordingly but that is about the extent of language I need.

It’s a fun endeavor. I am even changing numbers. Instead of going by 10’s, I am going by 8’s. I drew eight shapes to match the numbers, too. There is a ton of information about seasons too. There are colors and gemstones, animals and weather.

There is a ton of information and it is almost impossible to keep everything organized. I’ve been considering using Scrivener for it. It would definitely help keep things organized. If anyone would like to donate a subscription, that would be wonderful. Joking, of course.

While typing this post, I wanted to come up with a nice way to end it. I spent a while skimming through my document to find out how I would translate the sentence in my mind while still using the right grammar rules. The sentence is as follows:

“Lez kwanye yull penga’nt amirl ai fayamay’nt am Vinn.”

Now, I know that looks like a bunch of jumbled letters to everyone. So in an attempt to teach a bit of Ettalin to my readers, I will explain how I came up with it.

The sentence states that I am wishing a pleasant destiny to you forever. The sentence literally translates to the following:

“I wishing if destiny’s kindness in forever with you.”

The sentence suggests something that is not necessarily true. Reality can be different. When you say, “That ball is blue.” you are describing a ball. There is certainty. You can look at the ball and know if it is blue. It is not the case with this sentence.

When suggesting something, a wish in this case, you use ‘kwanye yull’ after stating who wishes it. If you yourself wish it, you say ‘lez’ (“I”). If it is a general wish with no one stating it, you do not mention anyone.

‘Penga’nt’ is a contraction of ‘penga int’ which translates to ‘destiny’s’ or ‘of destiny’. ‘Amirl’ is the word for kindness and peace; a harmony. It is a sensation without a clear translation. In the way it is used here, it means ‘destiny’s kindness’.

‘Ai fayamay’nt’ is literally ‘in forever’s’. Here too you see the contraction with the word ‘int’, meaning that what comes next belongs to the word before it. ‘Fayamay’ is something endless and eternal. So if something belongs to it, that something would also be endless. Though you’d expect that something would come after ‘fayamay’nt’, I have decided that that contraction by itself is simply the way ‘forever’ is said; in regards with the rest of the explanation here.

Finally we have ‘am Vinn’. This is literally ‘with you’. There are two ways to spell ‘you’. One is formal and the other is informal. Because I do not know my readers, I have chosen to use the formal version that is ‘Vinn’. The informal version would be ‘vin’; one less letter and no capital.

So, that has been a brief lesson on Ettalin. Don’t worry, I won’t be quizzing you on it.

Anyway; till next time and lez kwanye yull penga’nt amirl ai fayamay’nt am Vinn!

 

Help Me Write!

Upon this very early morning, I was working on a project for university involving a marketing plan for a real company. While I was typing away about the company’s current plan and direction, I had some tender music playing. The cause of the music was to create a certain mood; a sensation.

I spent several hours trying to figure out what I could do with it. I had an idea for it, yes, but I wasn’t sure how to transform the feelings into actual words. I wanted to write it into a very passionate story full of emotion and calls to one’s heart (or of course; I’d attempt this). Many scenes flashed before my eyes. Two characters appeared in my mind and it was obvious to me that they’d have to be madly in love with each other. But what else?

For the life of me, I could not come up with a setting, a plot, an antagonist for one of these characters or both. There’s a powerful sensation of inspiration and dedication as well as confidence that it can be ‘good’. But there is more to a story than just the wish to make it something that an audience will enjoy.

That is why I find it a tad humorous when people tell me, “Write something!” when I indicate that I’m not sure what to do with my spare time. If it were as easy as simply doing it, I’d have tons of stories. They wouldn’t be good, but they’d be there. I think many writers face such a dilemma. There is a drive to write. There is a desire to create but all the while one element is lacking.

There could be no good characters. There could be no conflict. There could be plot holes. There could be no plot at all. There could be a lack of time or consistency. There is a lot to consider when structuring a story as well as creating it. I have the utmost respect for people who start writing and simply go with it and create something very good. These are the people I admire more than the writers who spend ages writing and revising their work. It is not because they succeed quickly, but they succeed mainly on their own willpower.

I considered time and time again to make a habit out of writing. I got around to doing so last year but with the emergence of my schoolwork, it seems my teachers believe I don’t have other passions outside of the pursuit of my dreams.

Of course I’m excusing myself now. If I really wanted to, I could make a habit out of writing but as I said before, if I do so after a long day, I will be bad. It will be very bad. Nothing about it will be good. I’m not even sure if the practice would help since it would be forced after a day of homework and study.

Nonetheless; I still want to make it happen, so I can eventually finish Nivitera’s Promise; my main project. Even my uncle is asking about it now. ‘How’s the novel going?” he’ll ask. I always feel a bit sad when I need to tell him that there hasn’t been any progress aside from a bit of world building or vague plotting.

So in an attempt to find a way to make room for writing a bit now and then in my hectic schedule; I turn to the internet. Do you have tips for me? Any and all ideas are welcome.

Thank you in advance!

Caeirys (Prologue)

Several weeks ago, I experienced a dream that was as lively as they could be. The colors were bright and the places seemed real (although not familiar). The dream stuck with me for such a long while because of its amazing storyline, that I decided to write it; with a few additions here and there to spice it up. For example, the whole start of the story is made up. There were no ‘catowls’ in my dream (you will see what they are below). The woman that is spoken of below had a few different attributes but she was there. The golden dragon did not appear in my dream. Nonetheless; feel free to read on if you want a high fantasy story to enjoy. This is only the prologue so far.

Consider this a Christmas present, if you wish to. Thus; happy holidays and I hope you will enjoy this creation of mine.

Note: Caeirys is only the working title.

Prologue

In ancient tales, people spoke of creatures upon wings mightier than those of the strongest hunting birds. The might within claw and fang unmatched by any human sword. Courage and wisdom both untamed and illogical to simple minds of mankind. They became rulers. These kings and queens of their respectable realms were without throne and crown. They needed not royal gemstones to emphasize their place in the world. Their reigns were evident through their unwavering might. Their benevolence remained upon the tongue of many for centuries after. Names echoed within songs and were immortalized upon parchment. Mankind spoke of the dragons.

One such queen was what scholars would later refer to as a ‘Great Red’; a dragon of crimson scales and impeccable majesty. Her brilliance was unmatched by stars and the sun. She was a drop of vital essence against the daylight sky and a speck of mystery within the moon’s domain. A spectacular wingspan provided a canvas for dreams of the young and innocent to be painted upon. They saw patterns within them that inspired their feeble hearts. Caressing light as dim as clouded skies danced upon her scales. Countless small plates of armor covered her fearsome body in a coat of tiny shards that seemed to have descended from deadly roses themselves. Her horns and talons seemed to have been carved from a delicate stone of rosewood pigments and finely shaped by divine smiths. They were both fatal weapons as well as impeccable treasures for her physique. Beneath her tender lids lay bright irises of emerald hue within which existed a large black pupil that shone with wisdom and pride. This splendid collection of superior attributes made her an extraordinary specimen of her own species. She bore the name Caeirys; meaning ‘clarity of the sunrise’.

From her early age onwards, Caeirys placed her name within the minds of those she encountered and within the minds of those who heard tale of her ventures across the vast landscape. Throughout all her endeavors she remained true to both her titles. She was forever a Great Red but also a symbol of the rising sun. The allure of her legends was strong and never ceased after her final sighting.

Her tale begins with the flight of a lone dragon during a fall evening. This creature was armored in gold and covered in silver embellishment. Equally impressive were his talons within which he carried a red object. The oval object glowed with a soft intensity before dimming again. It was a slow pattern that seemed soothing. However the dragon carrying the soothing object felt not this way. In his heart he felt worry and a need for haste. His journey destined him for a large tower that stood within an abandoned valley. Few roamed to these reaches. Little was to be gained here. A mission that weighted on this dragon’s aged mind however had pushed him to pursue the destination.

Against a backdrop of golden and red abstractions he could see the looming tower. It’s grey walls were covered in an orange glow from the setting sun. He could feel the warmth of the large star upon his scales. It made him feel calmer yet also more persistent. He flapped his wings vigorously before gliding. The structure before him came nearer to him. The golden dragon leaned upon the currents to glide around the tower to the opposite end where he found an opening large enough for his own form. There he swooped in. After thrusting his wings forward to lessen the impact of his flight, did he land upon tender feet. His talons created a soft clicking sound as they connected with the stone earth below.

While he regained his posture from the landing, his silver eyes cast about. All he found within the vicinity was a creature that was both cat and owl. With the head and tail of a cat and the body, wings and claws of an owl, it was the perfect combination of the two. This particular catowl was draped beneath a blanket of white which made the piercing blue eyes seem all the more pure. The resembled lakes of clear water within a landscape of pure snow.

The dragon performed a brief nod towards the creature before parting his jaws and speaking to it. “Tuwven, I must speak with your lady.” His tone was deep and genuine. It was but a deep rumble; the product of both fatigue and age.

The catowl spread his wings for a moment while changing his footing upon his perch; one of many connected to the walls for his convenience. “Aha.” he responded in a light voice. “Have you come to exchange your favor with her?” he wished to know.

Once again the dragon nodded. “I brought the Final One.” he replied.

Tuwven cast his bright blue eyes about to examine the entirety that the dragon before him was. His gaze stopped when he spotted the glowing object within the dragon’s talon. For a moment he sat still; his tail swaying from side to side. “You think…” he began while selecting his words carefully. Before he proceeded he raised his gaze once again to meet the unblinking silver eyes, “You are convinced that this is the Final One?” he informed.

With a tender gesture, the golden dragon placed the object upon the stone floor. “If not this one then who?” he answered with a sad tone.

“Very well.” Tuwven replied. He flicked his wings to carry himself into the air before floating effortlessly towards an opening within the wall beyond which lay darkness. Soon after this, the sound of flapping wings died out. What remained was the sound of the wind that blew by the tower.

The dragon waited with more impatience than he wished to hold. His talons remained around the glowing red object while it lay upon the floor. Through the connection with the surface of the object, the dragon felt the pulsing sensation of its glow. It resembled the beat of a heart. It throbbed with a gentle intensity. In unison with the evidence of this object’s life force, the golden creature sensed his own heart beating. With every beat that passed, he felt it weakening. While he had accepted his fate, he dared not depart this dimension without ensuring the safety of what little he could save; the last egg.

Several minutes passed before the door near the dark hole within the wall opened. It moved slowly and its hinges creaked as it did. The evening beams that flooded into the open space from beyond the tower engulfed the two figures the door now revealed.

One of the two was the white catowl who regained his perch rather quickly and sat there without a verbal word.

The second person was a woman. Dark eyes of wisdom and kindness were framed by a pale face that lay locked between dark curls of intertwined grey and black hues. She seemed slim beneath her cloak of splendid colors. Her entire body was decorated in small gemstones. A string of bright beads decorated her neck while rings of splendid colors lay around her wrists. Even her hair held small embellishments of varying colors. A small smile decorated her lips as she looked upon her guest. “Indyör.” she greeted him while performing a nod of acknowledgement.

“Minte.” replied the golden dragon while performing a nod of equal meaning.

The woman took several steps closer to the enormous beast before her. It was close enough for her to reach out and touch him. However she refrained from performing any such acts. Instead she merely held his gaze. “The fact that you have come means that the stars will be enriched soon.” she spoke in a deep yet warm voice.

“Correct.” the dragon responded. “My heart is giving out steadily. My heartstone shattered. Likewise did those of many of our kind.” he explained in a grave tone. He obtained a moment of silence before pushing the red object forward towards the robed woman of marvelous colors.

The woman raised her brows for a moment before kneeling down by the object to look upon it. After she had examined it briefly, she placed her hand upon it to feel the warmth of it and its tender glow. “An egg.” she acknowledged while casting her gaze upwards again.

The dragon nodded to her. “She is the only one left. Her egg was not found and destroyed and she does not have heartstones yet. Thus she could not be harmed that way. What is left of my heartstones is steadily withering away. I am not the only one. Every dragon lost their life. Before midnight…” His last words never came. He dared not speak them when he witnessed the change expression of the woman before him.

Tears had welled upon in her eyes as he spoke. From her cloak, she retrieved a silver object that fit perfectly in her two palms. It felt cold and fragile in her hands. “Oh, Indyör…” she whispered as she stared upon the object in her hands.

With cautious movements, the dragon sank through his legs to lay upon the hard floor beneath him to look upon the woman before him more intensely. “Please, Minte.” he murmured before he nudged the red egg with his nose. “Take care of her. Please take care of Caeirys.” his tone had become but a dim whisper.

Silently the woman started to weep. No sound occurred yet the tears were evident upon her cheeks. They shone in the evening light from the setting sun. With a quick yet tender motion, she placed the silver object by her side and reached out to the head of the golden dragon. She wrapped her arms around it as best as her small form would allow while laying her head and torso against him. The tears dripped from her cheeks onto his impeccable scales. They glided down before reaching the stone below.

Indyör partially closed his eyes as he watched her cry while he still heard the dimming bat of his heart. “Please…” he pleaded one las time while attempting not to allow his voice to tremble. He did not want her to know how faint his heart had become.

The woman separated herself from him and nodded to him. She whipped her tears with her sleeve to allow herself more clear sight. “Yes.” she spoke in a shuttering voice. “I promise.” she added to give him more assurance.

For a few seconds, Indyör did nothing but hum pleasantly. While he did, his eyes fell shut.

“Indyör.” the woman’s voice spoke. It pulled him from his overwhelming thoughts and exhaustion. He opened his eyes and looked upon her. She had grabbed the red egg and held it within her arms; clenched against her very body to keep it safe.

With tired movements, Indyör raised himself back onto his feet. He looked upon the small woman for what would be the last time. He dared not blink; afraid that he would not have any more seconds after he did. He wished to savor the moment. “Farewell, angel.” he whispered in a soft whisper as his eyes became sad yet peaceful. It was clear to him that this was the final words he’d ever say. He reached his head forward and touched the woman upon her forehead with his snout.

“Go.” she whispered in response while she still kept her eyes on him and her arms tightly around the egg.

Indyör backed away; returning the way he came. Before he reached the edge from where he would depart, he turned. He spread his wings; opening them far and wide. Before departing, he looked back one last time to the woman who stood behind him; watching him with large, sad eyes. He granted her one final nod before he made his final leap and committed himself to the last few flaps he would ever perform. As he jumped from the tower, the golden sunlight engulfed him and he made haste to disappear from the sight of the tower.

She watched him flap once, twice, three times. After this he vanished beyond her view. Feeling the desire to follow him, she rushed forward to the edge of the ledge from where Indyör had leaped. Her eyes darted about throughout the sky to try to catch one final glimpse of him. Before she managed to spot him however, a sound caressed her ear drums. A loud crack occurred; as if a glass object had shattered into pieces. The sound caused Minte’s heart to skip several beats. She turned around slowly; hesitant as if reluctant to find what truth would await her there.

Her eyes fell upon where the silver orb had lain. What remained of it now were but shards. Witnessing this caused renewed tears to paint dark trails upon her cheeks. She knew then. Indyör, the only one she ever loved, was dead.

Irvin Gash; Analyzing Cavateh

cavateh-detailedI decided to write a little information about a character I’m quite fond of; Cavateh the dragon. It might be odd to say, but he’s a character that really ‘opened up to me’. He’s a character I managed to understand and figure out. He let me in to understand the fickle patterns of his mind and the inner workings of his personality. Of course he’s very complex and it’s hard to incorporate one’s true identity completely in just a short form. No form could truly do it at all, but here’s what little I can tell you about him.

 

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Basic information

Name Cavateh
Definition Ice fire / ice of fire / burning ice
Nickname(s) Cava / Silver Eye
Gender Male
Crystal Sapphire
Physical age 3 years
Mental age 2000+ years

Physical attributes

Eye color Silver
Scale color Midnight/steel blue
Wing color Deep blue; a tad brighter than the scales
Build Slender limbs, aside from muscular shoulders and haunches. large wings, broad horns and claws, rounded attributes
Height 4,20m (at the shoulders)
Mentionable attributes

Relationships

Bloodline Emandon + Aglass
Siblings Aravis, Symonta
Mate
Offspring
Companions

Psychology

Overall personality A diplomatic, formal approach. Cava does not refer to emotions often. He is usually analytical. He tends to be either calm or fired up. When agitated, he will raise his voice and speak more openly about his opinions.
Relationships Before bonding with someone, Cava will be kind, formal and honest with people. He will not easily leave anyone out, even if he is skeptical. His skepticism grows stronger around those he cares about in order to ensure they are safe. Once he cares for another person, he is very protective of them and watchful. He will sacrifice for them in order to keep them out of harm’s way. Cava can grow angry when someone harms those he loves.
History Cavateh is the offspring of two ancient dragons; veterans of an old war and establishers of the new world. They were the only ones that remained after the Ancient War. He carries many of their memories with him, however not of them as they were. Cava does not initially know his parents too well. It is only through his adventures that he obtains knowledge of them. As the descendant of ancient heroes, Cava feels compelled to protect the world from darkness and evil. This is what initially draws out the courage of his sapphire gem.
Talents A skilled flyer, a good listener, analytical
Fears Death without accomplishments, stagnant situations

Further information

Notes

Place in the story

Introduction Cavateh is first introduced in his alternative form, before he interacts with Ailena; the human he chooses to bond with. He comes in contact with her through the intervention of Ailena’s grandfather. After their first meeting, Cavateh’s true identity becomes steadily more apparent.
Role Cavateh acts as a supportive role for Ailena by guiding her through his memories and by teaching her what little he knows. He acts as her key to a new destiny; a new future.

Note: I wanted to write more about the role and the storyline, but I don’t want to give out any spoilers. Maybe I’ll write that in another post but I’ll place a big spoiler warning on it, don’t worry!

Preview: A Nameless Tale of a Tainted Body

Hello kind internet readers! Greetings from a small nation in Europe come to you all. Has October been good to you? Ours has been quite turbulent. It has been either terribly cold or warm and sunny. I suspect the weather has bipolar disorder. I’ll keep my eye on it and advise it a therapist if so.

Anyways, I thought I should share another ‘sneak peek’ with you! This story has not a title yet. Sorry for that. But it has a prologue that I’m quite proud of and I hope that you will like to read it as well. Here it is!

Prologue

            With sword in hand she stood. The look in her eyes gave emphasis to her stance of defense. She would protect her kingdom, her body and everything her life contained. It was not for the wellness of this life of hers, for that she had lost many times before. There was no freedom in it and she was prepared to give that up, should she be able to protect the people of her kingdom in doing so.

            Upon her head rested a crown with five gemstones imbedded within its gold; a diamond, an amethyst, a ruby, an emerald and a sapphire. Her blue eyes sparkled like the summer sky, lit by the brightest sun to ever burn within the universe. Gleam like the sunbeams her hair did. Her skin was light yet fair. But none of such fairness was to be found upon her face. She displayed not a form of it. Her eyes contained anger and hate towards the person before her. “Scum!” she hissed.

            The man before her laughed coldly at her single word. “I?” he questioned, tapping the flat side of his blade against his shield. “Not I, Queen.” he denied. His laugh echoed once more throughout the dimly lit room. Torches spread their bright beams across the room; painting the floor and walls in gold. Their dance was one unknown to mankind.

            She released a hiss once more while closing her eyes to slits as thin as blades that glared at the man before her. “If one’s body is tainted, one’s heart can still be fair. The truth within the heart matters.” she answered in a bitter tone. “Lord Metrias, I had thought of you as a loyal knight of the Five Gems. What sort of man betrays his country in such a way? Have you no pride?” The words rang from wall to wall and held immense power. As she spoke her final questions, she slightly raised the slim blade she held.

            “Pride? Why must one have pride if one knows better of rule than those in order?” he replied in a seemingly fascinated way. It was obviously false. In contradiction to her, he lowered his blade several inches. “Your tainted body can create nothing but evil and despair within our kingdom. The king might not know, but he soon will, Queen Ailathí.” He, Lord Metrias, rolled her name upon his tongue with the taste of hate upon his lips.

            “Speak not my name!” Ailathí bellowed. Her voice echoed; followed by the ringing of her heels upon the gleaming floor as she launched herself towards Metrias. The blade she held reflected every torch’s flame as she sped towards her opponent. With seeming ease, she swung her blade forward towards his throat.

            Metrias frowned and lifted his blade to block her movements. His blade was long and slender and within its pommel rested a diamond; the sign of his status as the highest member of the Five Gems; an order of five knights that lived for the protection of the kingdom.

            In an attempt to knock her off her feet, Lord Metrias shoved his shield forward with incredible force towards her shoulder. Yet Ailathí’s speed saved her as she jumped back; moving away only inches from the shield before tilting her wrist and knocking the shield up with the pommel of her sword. It allowed her an opening and she took full use of it. In an attempt to damage his chest, Ailathí delivered several consecutive blows towards his ribs before pouncing back for safety.

            “You might be fast, Queen, but you can not damage me. I earned the Diamond Gem title for a reason.” Metrias answered while grinning widely.

            His attempts to mock her and draw her near were in vain. “Every foe, Lord Metrias, has a weakness.” Ailathí knew while studying his body to detect an opening or weak spot. So far, the only advantages she identified would be her speed and stealth. Yet if he was able to catch her, his strength would easily crush her. He was skilled in the art of swordplay, for he had fought in many wars of the kingdom at the south border during battles against their foreign enemies.

            “All but the strongest of the kingdom, Queen Ailathí.” Lord Metrias answered, while lifting his blade to challenge her into combat. “And soon, this kingdom will be mine. King Lial will vanish from the throne and you with him, Queen. Unless you decide to serve at my side, that is.” he spoke.

            “I’d never. I’m loyal to only my king and beloved husband Lial. None but him can desire command of me and achieve it.” Ailathí answered in a dimmed and slowed tone. Though the words were hoarsely spoken, they contained nothing but truth. She gripped the handle of her blade tighter while she raised it up slowly before her body. Her gaze lay upon Metrias and the cross guard of her blade. “I would rather die.” she concluded, before pushing her body forward with a mighty leap and lunging towards her opponent’s heart with her blade.

            Aware that she was tempting him to knock her sword up with his blade so she was able to cut his throat in the process, Metrias answered her blow by blocking with his shield and slicing his sword in a downward direction to attempt to cut the woman before him.

            After letting herself fall to the ground, Ailathí made herself roll to the side while sending her blade upwards in a flowing motion. Her slim, razor-sharp blade cut through his sleeves and cut a portion of his skin; drawing blood. Though Ailathí had hoped to cut his muscles so he had difficulty lifting his shield against her, she was satisfied with the result nevertheless. The moment that her blade passed through his defense caught Metrias off guard so Ailathí was able to move back to a safe distance.

            Lord Metrias gritted his teeth angrily while glaring at her. “The rumors are true then, Queen Ailathí. You are more a warrior than a girl.” he growled to her. “They say you are skilled with a blade and I see it. Well then, I must not go easy on you, I see.” he decided.

            Ailathí growled and rolled her eyes slowly. “Rumors are called so for a reason.” she answered. “My name is only a word and power only a tool and a sword is a way.” she determined.

            Yet in answer to this, Lord Metrias let out an echoing laugh that bounced off of every wall within the large hall they occupied. “Power, a tool? A sword, only a way? You have it the other way around, Queen. I had thought better of a wise, old woman such as yourself; considering what you are.” he answered then. “No, the sword is the tool that achieves the way of power. And power is what I desire. Power over this kingdom and possibly over the eternal witch. Does that not sound appealing, Ailathí?” A grin possessed his face as he mocked her.

            His words struck a sensitive spot and Ailathí was caught in anger for a moment. Yet she quickly managed to clear her mind. “It does not; one bit. You would not use your power the correct way. You’d only desire wealth, immortality and fame. Yet it would all be false; deceit. Nothing you receive is permanent. We all lose it once we die.” she claimed in a light tone.

            “Not everyone does.” Lord Metrias answered. “Witches do not die, correct? They can be beheaded, have their heart pierced or hold an arrow through their skulls. Yet they can heal; from anything. Nothing can kill them. Does that make every materialistic thing permanent? Eternity is what I desire.” he bellowed.

            While she swung her sword through the air in a display of her disgust towards his words, Ailathí yelled, “Eternity is wrong! Living forever is a nightmare. Healing from everything can let one die and then live again; repeatedly. It is horrifying!”

            “I doubt it.” Lord Metrias grinned. He too swung his sword to challenge her. “Why do you not prove it to me then?” he questioned. Before he received an answer, he jumped towards her and let his sword move down; slicing through the air effortlessly.

            Ailathí ducked under his blade and stabbed at his gut with the tip of her weapon. She struck him, but soon found the side of his shield knocking her away from him. She found the impact sending her sideways for several yards. As she scrambled back to her feet, she found Metrias rushing after her in an attempt to take advantage of the moment. Yet as he neared her, Ailathí swung her sword upwards and sliced through the mail of his hauberk and into his gut and cutting towards the edge of his ribcage. Blood dripped down towards Ailathí while she rolled away and regained her footing.

            Lord Metrias grew more furious with her. For a moment he hid behind his shield to examine the wounds she had inflicted. Ailathí moved around him like a wolf; ready to pounce should she find it convenient. Yet he left no opening for her and thus she remained defensive till he would lower his shield. Every muscle within her tensed and all her senses were on alert.

            “No lady would desire to be so deadly.” Lord Metrias claimed while he lowered his shield to glare at her.

            “I am no lady.” Ailathí simply answered; predicting his next words to be directed at her powers. These were the powers that no one ever wished for. Never had she asked for them, yet she had received them. It was life’s cruel way of toying with the living. It laughed as some of them unwillingly had to commit to what life gave them. The one thing she wanted was out of reach due to these powers.

            Slightly she shook her head to rid of the painful feelings that she had harbored for many years. Instead she found Metrias approaching her; coming dangerously close. Thus she jumped back swiftly.

            “That I know, Queen, that I know. You are female but no lady. You are a queen but not a mistress of the humans. You never could be. Fate dislikes whom you are, obviously. It is such a shame.” Lord Metrias answered slowly while he watched her jump back from his looming form; exactly as he planned.

            Ailathí raised her free hand to tap the crown that rested upon her head. “I wear this for that reason though.” she objected; unwilling to let him judge her so darkly.

            Lord Metrias heaved his blade slightly; allowing an opening. “Yet…” he wished to proceed, but Ailathí launched towards him and rammed the flat side of her blade against his side; breaking one of his ribs through the impact of her sword upon his mail. It was more than he had anticipated, and so he let his blade rush down. Ailathí dashed sideways and so the sword only cut a portion of her light blonde hair.

            Following this attack, Ailathí danced forward for a moment while slashing at the wrist of his sword hand before retreating again. It had become a game for her. He was willing to allow openings for her because he underestimated her. The strength within his muscles was impeccable due to many years of experience.

            Because her blow had slightly altered the course of his blade, Lord Metrias was unable to answer her attack. So he decided to study her for several moments. He knew she was light and could easily be knocked over. Yet she was quick; too quick for him to equal. Thus he decided to use another technique to achieve victory. As he decided upon his plan of action, he glared at her. “The king will discover, Queen, what you truly are. And that is not a queen of humans. The king will know and he will laugh because of it.”

            Ailathí grunted; unable to believe him. “Lial will never laugh at such despair.” she denied.

            “Not Lial, Queen.” Lord Metrias replied while slowly shaking his head. “His crown and throne alike will be mine when the kingdom comes to believe that the two of you are dead. I will give them proof of it.” he promised with a slight nod.

            His confidence scared Ailathí and she began to fear for Lial’s life. She wondered if Metrias had already been able to conquer her husband and was now planning to do the same to her. This moment of doubt changed the tide of the battle. Lord Metrias lunged forward and carried his blade to her throat. He cut through her flesh; letting blood spill out.

            The agonizing pain of nearly losing her head rushed through Ailathí’s body and made her collapse to the floor. Blood spilled from her throat to the floor; painting it in crimson. It flowed down to her clothes and stained them in an equal color. A pool of blood collected around her on the floor while she sat on her knees; coughing heavily. Her crown had fallen and now lay before her; unattended to. Everything within Ailathí was hurting. Every nerve tingled with horrifying sensations. Her vision was a blur of what was near her. Her head spun of dizziness. Then she felt rough hands upon her shoulders and a knee beneath her chin. Both the hands upon her shoulders and the knee beneath her head, pushed her back; making her collapse onto her back.

            Then she gazed into his eyes; Lord Metrias’ furious, angry stare. It caused her whole body to revolt against her mind and her free will aimed to remain. She wished to scream, but no sound came due to her severed vocal cords. Her body combined the physical pain and the pain of his stare plummeting into hers. Then his words came; the words she had feared he knew. Those words left not a single chance for her. They echoed in her mind as he spoke; before she fainted due to exhaustion and the loss of blood. His words kept ringing for several seconds more before she fully lost connection to the various locations within her mind.

 

Story Ideas

There’s the soft clicking of my heels on the stone pavement and the occasional sound of a leaf being crushed. My thoughts dwindle and spiral about like autumn leaves in the wind. Yes, the season of decline is upon us. It’s been rainy, windy and gloomy. Although our summer wasn’t a very spectacular season, I still miss it. That’s, of course, partially due to not having much to do over summer; other than hanging out and sleeping in. Good times…

Now, I am attending university. It’s a daily task; walking to school, attending lectures, classes and/or workshops, heading homework, doing homework and so on. It’s very time and energy consuming. That’s part of the reason why I haven’t gotten around to writing much. It’s a shame, too. The other night, I was simply hanging out in my house, enjoying the gift called ‘weekend’ and I had a million and one story ideas in my head. I decided to write a few of them down for you to read! They are still very incomplete so bear with me here.

Ballads of the Heavens

This would be either a three-part series or a book divided into three parts; Ballad of the Sun, Ballad of the Moon and Ballad of the Stars. In this more 2D-esque world, the earth is flat and above is the sky; the heavens. They are what humanity sees.

An astrologer’s daughter, Daes, is a strong believer in the predictions from the heavens. It is common in her village to listen to the stars to hear fortunes and predictions. When her father makes the prediction that fire will rain from the sky and the heavenly bodies condemn the earth, she panics and tries to find a solution. Her father tells her that the only hope is to learn the ballads of the three ruling entities; the sun, the moon and the committee of stars.

Daes, being a bit of a musician herself, follows her father’s instructions and finds the woman who resides in the highest mountains; a place thought to be closely linked to the heavens. The old woman, who is also an astrologer, tells her that she must perform three good deeds; one for each heavenly body. Only then will they start to pay attention to her. Next, she must learn the three songs of the heavens. The three songs are spread across the land; one in each direction. They will be taught to her by riddles. If she can solve the riddle and play the song at the dedication location, the ruling body the song belongs to will refrain from harming the earth.

Daes sets off on this adventure with her provisions and a harp. Along her travels, she meets Eram; a traveling jester who plays the lute. He too has heard of the impending doom. The two venture onwards together to attempt to stop the tragedy that has been foretold. The two meet Cayan; a young swordsman who strives to become a hero. When Daes explains the fate of the world to him, he joins the two travelers without hesitation. He presents a flute to them that might aid in them.

After fulfilling the needed deeds, Daes and her comrades retrieve the first ballad; the sun ballad. They perform the song at the sun spring. The melody triggers a transformation. A spirit within Cayan awakens and turns him into a mystical shape who finds himself intimately connected with the sun; able to speak to it and request peace from it. The sun listens. Cayan explains that Daes and Eram must speak to the remaining heavenly bodies to compel them to agree to peace as well. He, in turn, will remain in the sun spring as is his destiny. He wishes his comrades farewell. It is up to Daes and Eram to continue their journey together.

(I realize now that this could also make for an interesting video game.)

Wholehearted

This story still needs a lot of fleshing out. I have the basic concept though. A certain ‘type’ of people will exist. They are considered the wholehearted since they have hearts that are stronger than those of halfhearted people. The halfhearted people often hunt the wholehearted in an attempt to literally steal their hearts and make it their own. The hearts of the wholehearted granted immortality and other incredible powers.

The existence of these conditions makes a love story nearly impossible. What if a wholehearted falls in love with a halfhearted? Would her or she know for sure if the other person loves them in return or if they simply desire the power of their hearts? Furthermore, it is possible for a wholehearted to corrupt their own hearts; causing them to lose their powers. There is also the possibility of a wholehearted granting part of their heart to another person; forever binding them. This could be used to save another person who is on the verge of death by sharing one’s heart and life force with them.

What I will do with this story-wise is still a tricky question, but regardless, I want there to be something involving love. Rest assured that there will be a line in the story referencing that the person loves the other wholeheartedly!

Broken Halo

As the name might suggest, this story follows an angel, Zon, who has been banished from heaven. She was tricked into committing a crime and was thus sent to live among the human; causing her to lose her wings, he halo and any of her other powers. Zon finds human life to be tedious. She is determined to retrieve her angel status. But along the way, she meets a human man. He shows her how delightful life can be and she decides to tell him her secret. He pledges to help her.

Yet along the way, Zon begins to feel troubled. Is she sure she wants to leave the human world to return to the heavens? It would mean leaving behind the man she got to know and all the customs she has gotten used to. The turbulence of happiness and sadness that humans experience intrigues her and she is delighted to experience it. When Zon reaches a point where heaven is willing to welcome her again, she refuses their offer. She stays on earth.

After some time has passed, Zon notices drastic changes. An earthquake shatters her home. When she investigates the cause, she notices that the cracks are not but from earth itself. They are broken barriers between the world of the mortals and the world of shadows; the realm that houses all evils. Zon, desperate to protect the human beings she has come to love, calls out to heaven to recruit her once again. She is accepted and she is given her wings. Upon flying back to heaven, she is told that shadows have begun to claw their way to the world of the mortals and will advance further if they are able to overtake earth. Zon joins the angel army to fight for earth’s survival.

During one of her battles on the earth, she finds the man she loves in the clutches of a shadow. Zon knows that humans nor angels are allowed to kill, but she knows that a shadow can inflict psychological damage. In order to save him from nightmares and such, Zon decides to break the highest law of her angel code. She pierces the heart of her lover with a heavenly arrow. Zon knows the punishment that will follow. As she watches the soul of her lover be taken up to heaven, she finds herself returning to the earth as human. Because she, an angel, took the life of a mortal, the soul of this mortal is given to the one she serves; heaven. The soul is held there forever. Zon knows he will be able to bask in the light and love of heaven’s embrace for eternity.

As Zon whispers her farewell, she notices a cold grip around her body; one that drags her down into the depths below the earth. Never had she expected to know the sensation of death. It was then that she realized her time as angel and her time as human was at an end. Forever she stays below the earth; weeping with a broken halo.

So, question!

Would any of you like to see me write one of these and post it on my blog piece by piece? It might be a fun project to do. Let me know what your thoughts are. If the results are ‘Anything is fine’ I will consider Ballads of the Heavens myself.

Have a pleasant week, internet!

NaNo and IBMS

It’s September. I have only just started university life. For bragging rights, the name of my school is Stenden University of Applied Sciences. Such a mouthful so it must be good, right? Then to make things even more interesting, I am studying the program called International Business and Management Studies (IBMS).

I have survived the first two weeks. The first week was an introduction week. It was exhilarating yet completely draining. This previous week was our first actual week of classes. It was less exhausting because we only had a few classes in total. Even though it’s the first week of the first year, the teachers felt we should have homework; on the first day…

Nevertheless, I’ve been doing my utmost best to try to keep up with the homework and the study material. I’ve been trying to participate in class by speaking up. I answer the teacher or ask questions. Today I even got a compliment for one of my answers. I was then asked to repeat it so the entire class could hear it and write it down as a note. Brilliant, I felt and I think I blushed for a moment.

Anyway, evidently studying consumes both time and energy. At the end of this past June, I quit my volunteer work for an organization of my peers. I’m not happy about leaving them. I would have enjoyed staying but it would have hindered me. Last night, I quit my other volunteer job. I didn’t think it would get in the way as much, but it was mainly the effect it had on my mood that was displeasing to me. So that too, was for the best.

Evidently this ‘clearing’ of my tasks gives me more time for studying as well as for that one miraculous hobby I have; writing! Let me remind you, dear readers, of an event that is coming up. In November NaNoWriMo will be taking place as it always does. For me that means showing up to my exams, studying for others and trying to write.

To make sure my studies won’t suffer under the weight of writing, I will be doing what my friend is doing too. We threw our word count out the window. There it flies, see it? Instead we are going to focus more on the story itself. We both have a project laying around that we want to finish. So, that is exactly what we will be doing. I will be working on the continuation and potential finalization of my story Nivitera’s Promise.

I am not yet completely sure how I will balance writing with studying. Any tips on this are welcome.

Furthermore, I’d like to mention how much fun I am having at IBMS. I’m enjoying every class. My peers are very friendly and helpful. We often talk and get to know each other in-between classes. I feel really at home among them and in the building. I believe I found a place that I need to be. It feels welcoming and heart-warming. I haven’t found anything (so far) that displeases me.

I know this is another short post, but I decided to write it anyways. I want to get back into the habit of writing now and again. I know it’s very relaxing for me to do and that is just what I need after a long day of classes and study work. To me it feels like curling up by a comfortable hearth with a book and warm slippers on. Who doesn’t want that?

I Miss How (Poem)

I came across this old poem earlier. I thought I should share it. It’s actually one of my better works. I like the rhythm in it. Enjoy.

I Miss How

I miss how we used to be
A couple with real quality
Potential for a distant end
With truth and no need to pretend
Our hearts fly to the distant stars
To find a passion red like Mars

I miss how we used to look
Like heroes from a story book
Though without armies to command
We fought with sword and shield in hand
Eyes alert and muscles tense
To break through the foe’s defense

I miss how we used to hold
Each other’s heartstrings made of gold
The two together play a song
Of silver minds that get along
Words attempt the company
Of this hopeful harmony

I miss how we used to think
Of days to come after we blink
We’d close our eyes and drift away
To reach the heart that let us stay
And even during nights alone
I felt your touch upon my bone

I miss how we used to feel
Playful like a newborn seal
Happy like a fish in motion
Driven like the wildest ocean
All the feelings that we found
Made our hearts forever bound

I miss how we used to speak
Every day of every week
Never could we speak too much
In Frisian, English or in Dutch
I kept your words within my mind
Our love within them I can find

I miss how we used to love
A blessing sent from up above
Now it’s cold, the sky is dark
I’m alone when I embark
A path for me to pursue
Perhaps it leads me back to you

Camp NaNo: First Few Steps

Ah yes, the infamous how-am-I-doing-now posts. Well, I’m not super creative or innovative so I’m doing one too!

NaNo stats july 7Skybright is proving to be a challenge indeed. I have trouble molding characters in this sci-fi setting. My ability to describe the things I envision are not nearly as outstanding as I consider those I use in my fantasy novels. There is also the aspect that I have more trouble envisioning all these tech-y things that exist in the world I made up. I find that I’m not too prone to stumble upon new ideas. When I work on something of the fantasy genre however, the ideas are a plenty and I can pick my way through them to combine the perfect one. It’s like making a salad, really.

The conclusion is that I really am not (yet) meant to write sci-fi and that’s fine. The only way to learn these things is through experiencing it firsthand. However, that won’t take away that I will keep trying to experience it. I will do my utmost best to complete this project in the timeframe of one month. I had a bit of a rut the other day and thus my word count didn’t move, but I’m back.

This morning started early; 5 AM kind of early, mind you. After an hour, I got up and headed out the door with just my keys and all my thoughts. I walked for almost an hour; taking in the sights and smells of the morning. Birds were celebrating the early rays of sunlight. I came across hardly any persons (not until my return anyways). The park was completely empty, except for the birds of course. They sat in the trees and the ducks swam.

It was delightful.

With renewed energy and motivation, I returned home at just before 7 AM. I made myself a simple breakfast and sat down at the laptop with a glass of orange juice by my side. It is a trustworthy companion, believe me. I placed my hands ono this keyboard and went on.

In between then and now, I have added another thousand words. I’ve also worked on a few things for volunteer work and such. Today is surprisingly productive but then again, it such a marvelous start. I feel that I might repeat these very early morning strolls. They leave me feeling refreshed and replenished. I departed from the brick wall known as writer’s block thanks to my walk. I saw opportunities a plenty in the marvelous universe known as my mind. It’s been a wonderful help. It is true what they all say; taking a walk truly does improve your ability to write; especially if you aim to focus on nothing but your walk itself. I was simply enjoying the moments while I walked. I didn’t think about my current project or any other projects. I didn’t think about what I still had to do today. It was just simple bliss.

I found inspiration for my current project, ones that are on my mental shelf as well as for new songs I want to write (yes, this is a thing I do. Perhaps more on that later). For now however, I will run over to my wordpress to post this and then I’ll be returning to Gab in the midst of his thoughts and quarrels!