Oh, a camping we will go!

Hola! Bonjour! Greetings! Dia duit! Here there be Katy.
  NaNoWriMo plagues my writing life! And I'm not just talking about the constant email updates I get every other day.
  Did you know that NaNo is not just for November? There is something called Camp NaNoWriMo that is in April and July. It's a lot less stressful than November NaNo since you don't have to worry about Thanksgiving and such.
  Plus, you get to set your own goals. Be it 200,000 words, or 400. Not to mention that you don't even have to do words. You can do hours, pages, minutes, lines or words.
 
  Now, you may ask: Why is it called a camp?
  Well, I don't know. I suppose they just liked being able to make so many camping/writing puns. *shrugs*

 Although they do have these nifty little things called cabins. These are little get-together places for the "campers". You can join a cabin, and see your cabin members' progress. It also has a little chat room where you can encourage each other, make jokes, talk about how to murder someone, discuss the organic mechanism behind a dragon's fire, I dunno.

  Anyhoo, I completely missed April camp this year, so I thought I'd try my luck in July. I decided I wanted to go a little slower pace than 50,000 words, so I'm doing 45,000.

  As of late, I'm doing fantastic! I have a habit that I get lazy after a while

Top to bottom: Camp NaNo graph, NaNo graph

I'm almost at that point when I last bailed out. And honestly, while I'm writing here, I could be writing on my story of which I only have 12,303 words out of 45,000.
  So I better get going. If I happen to post in July again, I'll make sure to update y'all. Or you know, after July if/when I win.

  Wish me luck!

  Katy out!

~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.~ Matthew 16: 24

~Cerandith Asaile~ Chapter One. The Sequel!

A week, two weeks, three weeks... What's the difference?

Anyway, as you may have guessed; It's Katy again! And with her, she has brought another chapter of her novel Cerandith Asaile! 

You know, the one that failed Nanowrimo?

Anyway, it's the sequel to chapter one! Guess what I call it?

Drumroll, please! 

Budududududud... Chapter two! 

*Applause*

Thank you! Thank you! You're too kind! And you'd never suppose that I thought it up myself, would you? I know it's a surprise, but I did. If you didn't catch the first chapter, you can find it here: Cerandith Asaile: Chapter One.

Anyhoo, here you go:

Chapter Two

Lillian found this news to be disturbing in the least. She saw the prince walk away into the palace, and couldn’t help but wonder what had happened, or what was going on.

 

 Brill watched as the fairae she had run into unravel her wings and fly over the crowds, mixing in with the other fairaes. A bit suspicious, Brill followed her. The fairae was flying around the palace, looking for something, it appeared. She stopped at a window, already far away from the multitudes. Brill crouched down out of sight to watch the fairae.

Lillian stood on the corner of the windowsill, listening in to the prince speaking with the commanders and his advisers. His voice was only recognizable by the obvious air of authority and a slight bit of smugness. But now they all sounded worried.

 “Mi’lord, this concerns me quite a lot. It would make sense for the shades to go after your parents. With no light, they could attack in full strength. There have already reports of a group of shades by the northern border.” Said one of the elves.

 “But at least we’ll have Resden to perform the ceremony if it comes to that.” Said another, possibly higher in rank since he didn’t bother using the prince’s title.

 “You know right well that I can’t do any such thing, Barkel!” The prince said angrily. “That was a clever lie to stop mass panic. Now, I need to go find them.”

 “Not a chance. You’re the only ruler they have. If you want to stop a panic, then you need to stay here, Mi’lord.”

 “Alright,” said the prince. They began to leave, and their speech became incoherent to Lillian. She flew back down to the ground, thinking about what she had just heard. When behind her, Brill drew her sabre and pointed it at the fairae.

 “Is that a common practice in the fairaeland?” Asked Brill.

Lillian whirled around to see the elf that had run into earlier.  “What?”

 “I saw you spying on the prince!” She said.

 “What? No! I wasn’t spying! I was just… listening in. Totally different thing.” Lillian said, backing up.

 “It’s also against the law. I need to turn you in.”

 “What?! That’s crazy! I was just curious about what was going on! I’m not going to tell anybody!”

 “Tell anyone what?” Brill asked.

 “About the north bo-” Lillian paused, not sure if this was a test or not. “I couldn’t say.” She said at last.

 Brill looked at her cynically. “I suppose I could let you off for now.” Strictly speaking, it wasn’t her job or privilege to arrest someone. But she could report suspicious, questionable or illicit activity. Brill wanted to join the royal guard, and for that reason she had memorized laws, rules, history, protocol, and trained with her weapons several times a day.

 When she had tried to join the first time they had refused her because she was a girl, but that was thirty or so years ago and many girls were now in positions of significant status.

 Lillian took her chance and left while she still could. She flew across the streets straight to her room. She knew what she was going to do.

 That night, Lillian collected up some items, and set off by ground towards the north border.

 Brill and Hjargen reached their house a little past nightfall, but even with next to no moonlight, they could still see the white dragon out front, curled up and snoring little puffs of smoke.  She reached out and tapped one of Ethear’s horns, and he snorted in his sleep, but then he slowly lifted his head and saw Brill. He immediately laughed.

 “Hjargen, I’m going to go on a ride around the Yorax with him, I’ll be in in a while.” Brill told her brother as she went into the house.

 “Alright, but make sure to lock up after yourself.”

 “Yeah, will do. Come one Ethear.” Brill said. “Let’s get your saddle on.” She and Ethear walked around the house to the back, where a long poll perched upon four crossed stick. On top of the poll rested three handmade leather saddles. It was Hjargen who had made them for Brill. Each one was better than the last, otherwise Hjargen would scrap it and try again. Brill had rather worn out her first two, but had kept them for sentimental value, which her brother secretly liked. Brill picked up her most recent saddle, which she noticed the inside was wearing down. Dragon scales were incredibly rough and more accurately like teardrop shaped armor plates with a hundred-million tiny spikes. That’s why Brill went through her saddles so quickly.

 Ethear bent his head down so his curved horns wouldn’t get in the way as she fastened his saddle and then climbed onto his back. He spread his wings slowly, looking back at Brill who nodded. And then suddenly, he took off at an immeasurable speed, soaring towards the clouds. Brill braced herself as she felt she could fly off at any second. But then Ethear stopped, and straightened out, gliding just underneath the clouds.

 Brill sighed, enjoying the wind across her face. After a while she patted Ethear’s neck. “Come on, let’s get-” She paused as something caught her eye. A light at the bottom of the forest that was reflecting of something silver. “Over there, let’s see what that is.”

 Ethear banked, and then descended down to the tips of the tree tops. “Slow down.” Brill whispered, and swung a leg over to the other side of the saddle, getting ready to jump off. Ethear made a noise of distress.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” She said. The leapt off the back of her dragon and onto a tree branch that automatically snapped under the sudden weight, and she landed in a crouch on the larger branch beneath her. Then she felt a stinging pain on her cheek, she put a finger on it and felt something warm and wet. She summoned a small light to hover in front of her and saw blood on her hand.

 “I’ll have to take care of that later.” She whispered to herself, extinguishing the light. She climbed down the tree, having to jump six feet or so when she got to the bottom. She went through towards the light she had seen.

 And lo and behold, it was none other than the curious fairae she had met earlier.

 Lillian turned around and held up her lantern when she thought she had heard some rustling over in that area, but no one was there.

 She unfurled her wings and flew over to the spot that Brill was hiding in.

 Brill made herself as small as possible as the fairae drifted by, brandishing her light.

 "Hmm." Lillian said. The continued on. Brill let out a deep breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.

 In the morning, Brill and Hjargen left to Cerandith Asaile once again. But Brill couldn't help but wondering what that fairae was doing.

 Brill went to the circus performed by many people, who, she noticed, didn't mind humiliating themselves. It went on in a very large theater-like place. The strangest thing happened there, as Brill thought she saw a seran and a human talking to each other. And for a while, she forgot about the fairae.

 But then the fairaes, seran, and humans were sent home, a curfew was set, and the prince was proclaimed missing.

 Everything fell apart. Mass confusion and panic surrounded everything. She had next to no clue what was going on. But her gut told me that the fairae she saw yesterday was responsible. Brill tried to make her way out of the citadel, but everything was to crowded, and trying to get out of the crowd was just as difficult. Until someone grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the chaos.

 "Are you alright?" Hjargen asked, looking Brill over.

 "Well, I'm not physically damaged, if that's what you wanted to know." She said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

 "Call Ethear." He told her. "We'll fly out."

 "Actually I wanted to-" She tried to tell him about the fairae she's seen.

 "Stay here?" Hjargen inturrupted.

 "No, but-"

 "Then call your dragon!"

 "Fine!" Bril put two fingers in her mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistle. "Come on. Let's get to the clearest spot we can."

 

 Ethear brought them back home, but as Hjargen dismounted, He took off again by Brill's order.

 "What in the world are you doing?!" He shouted over Ethear's wing strokes.

 "There is something I need to do. Someone I need to find. Don't wait up for me!" She added before Ethear took to the sky.

 "Brill!" He called, but she was long gone. He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "Not again."  

 Lillian held out her compass, checking if she was going to right way for the fifth time. She looked up at the sky, it was noon already.

 She decided to rest, pulling out her pack and grabbing a bit to eat.

 Again she heard movement in the bushes. This time she saw someone.

 “You again?!” Lillian stood up to confront the elf girl that she had seen the day before that had tried to get her thrown into prison. “Have you been following me?!”

 She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know, have you been killing royals?”

 Lillian scoffed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have it out for me. What, did I kill your family in a past life? Do elves have such low opinion of the fairae?”

 “No. I just suspect you. And according to our law, we should turn in anyone who is doing anything illegal.”

 “Illegal? We’ll then leave me be. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

 A smug grin appeared on the elf’s face. “Indeed you are, actually. You are trespassing in the Yorax.”

 “I was invited here!” Lillian said angrily, clenching her fists.

 “Except after the prince went missing, all fairae were sent back to the fairaeland.” Brill said, putting a hand on her hip.

 “The prince…?” Lillian frowned, looking down, but then she looked back at Brill. “Well how was I supposed to know that? I wasn’t there.”

 “Mmm, and I’m just supposed to take your word for that? Not a chance. You’re coming with me.”

 Lillian had had about enough of this elf. She drew her sword. “Make me.”

 Brill’s smile faltered, but then she corrected her bearing, confident she was more skilled than this fairae, spy or not. She pulled out both her sabres and charged Lillian.

 Lillian brought up her sword to block the blow. To Brill’s surprise and slight horror, as their weapons touched and sparks flew, the fairae’s hair had streaks of silver suddenly appearing..

 The fairae took the moment and pulled out a dagger from the sheath at her side and thrust it forward.

 Brill barely dodged it, knocking it out of the way with a second sabre.

 The two jumped back from each other, weapons ready.

 “I don’t know why you’re fighting! There’s obviously no way to win. I know what you’ve done!” Brill said, and then in a flash, before Lillian could respond, she jumped back and whipped out her bow, firing at the tree right next to her. And then another a so close to Lillian’s head, she could hear it as it went past.

 “Next one goes through your skull.” Brill said, nocking another arrow. Lillian looked around for a way out. She sheathed her sword and dagger and held up her hands in a surrender.

 “Fine. You win.” She said. And Brill nodded, lowering her bow. The second she did, Lillian unfurled her wings and shot into the sky.

 “Or at least you would’ve won if you could fly.” She remarked. Brill let out a shout of anger and fired an arrow at Lillian, which she easily dodged. Then she flew off to the north.

 “I can fly.” Brill muttered through gritted teeth. Then she whistled loud and shrill. A minute later, Ethear swooped in and landed at Brill’s side.

 “Come on, she’s probably almost reached the border now.” She said grumpily, mounting her dragon.

 He turned her head so one of his crystal white eyes was looking at her, and made an inquisitive growl.

 “The fairae. I’m certain she’s killed or captured the royal family. I need to find her.” Brill told him, to which he snorted at. Brill wasn’t sure whether it was sarcasm or agreement.

 Lillian flew along the forest floor, not trusting that the crazy elf girl wouldn’t come after her again if she went walking. Then after a while, she drifted to the tree tops.

 But a thought crossed her mind. What if this was just too much trouble? What if none of this was worth it? The only real reason she had actually come was that it was exciting. Not for her people. She didn’t hold much respect for elves, and even less after this. But she had come because she saw hope for an adventure. That’s something Lillian had always wanted. And she had just fought with an elf. Blade to blade. If the people of the Yorax knew of that, there could be several things they could do as punishment. Although she could simply fly home and forget all about it. Maybe skip the next Cerandith Asaile.

 But then she remembered what she was doing. Looking for the king and queen. Without them, they couldn’t light up the forest. The shades would attack, and there would be no more Cerandith Asaile.

 Lillian felt as if lives depended on her for a moment, but then told herself to stop dreaming, and that it wasn’t quite that serious. The elves under the command of the prince would find them, and nothing would be wrong.

 Except they didn’t have the prince.

 What had the elf said? After the prince went missing all the fairaes were sent home? And now what did that mean for her? With full knowledge of fairaes being banned from the Yorax, she still stayed.

 Lillian stopped, hovering in the air. She looked back over the forest, where she could see the peak of the citadel rises up out of it, and beyond that, the mountains that surrounded the fairaeland. And behind her, the border was in sight, where the trees suddenly cut off and the barren land of Romlik lay. To Lillian, it looked grey, dead, and desolate. How could the shades stand living there? It looked horrid.

 

 This time, Brill had brought Ethear with her through the forest. She found the fairae again, and she had a plan to ground her.

That's it for now. Always, comments are appreciated as long as there is a civil tongue accompanied! Katy out!

~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.~  Matthew 16: 24

Character Post - Avazor Aikanaro

Yo yo, y'all! Katy again! With the big pause in our posting, when my fellow posters realize I've started doing it again, they may just join me. But for now, y'all will have to bear with me.
  I only have some much to say, however. Only like, 1...4...15 books worth? Not a chance. I'll try to a least do a post a week.
And here is a taste of my insanity in which I pause to play Mr. Jump left on the computer desk by my sibling and then have half a heart attack while my computer starts talking to me and I foolishly realize I left my music playing and subsequently perish on my game of which I just began.

Alright, now onto the important content of this post.

MY BABY!:

My... grumpy baby?
Alright, alright, his name is Avazor. I'll give him a proper introduction:

Avazor Aikanaro

(Kul ~ Mage ~ Warrior ~ Captain-of-the-Guard)

Honestly, through the whole time I've had this character, 

this is the best picture I've ever found. 

  Avazor is a male Kul from Carsia. If you read the post about Anath, Carsia is to the southeast of Bjarke. Avazor is probably one of my most favorite characters of all time, and my most worked on. The poor guy, he has to go through a lot of character development. 

  

   He is actually quite amazing though. Let me start with rank: Up there, I know it says Captain of the guard, but that's just his longest held rank.
  He has also been Lorded in three countries, (one of them was kind of honorary) he's been a Duke, a royal assassin, an ambassador, Knight, Royal Bounty Hunter(That is a thing), and he was king for a few hours, and then he was banished for assassination of the previous king and making an assassination attempt on a fellow assassin, also assassinating the crown prince of Bjarke.
  That was an interesting time.
  From this, I understand why you would think Avazor likes killing people. This is not true!
  He's just really good at it is all...
  I'll give y'all some background on my little Avazor.
  He grew up with his older brother, Adull, and his mother. His father died when he was eleven, which no one was too torn up over. He and Adull went to battleschool in Miure(Carsia's capital) at age 15 and 19 along with Desok Dowiddoe and Adrimayr Levnor.
  Avazor advanced faster than any of the teachers thought possible, in physical and magical training. Adull and the others weren't that far behind.
  Thirty years later they had passed every sort of training battleschool could offer, and were sent to different countries to train their techniques, then they returned to Carsia after a while to practice and learn more.
  The years they practiced amounted up to about 80 or 90. Out of all of them, no one could deny that Avazor was more skilled.
  All in all, he is trained in 118 different forms of hand-to-hand combat, knows over 20 languages and can expertly wield over 60 weapons in several different techniques. He has hearing that surpasses normal Kuleish skill to the extent that it's obvious when someone's lying because he can hear their heart beat when he wants to.
  He's also well trained in reading people unless it comes to affections, which is one of his biggest flaws.
  Despite the overwhelming evidence, Avazor is not physically perfect. He is only 130 something, and there are others that have more skill than him. Although his skill in magic usually counters that.
  So, he is close...
  But his fighting prowess is his major point. In short, Avazor is just not a very nice person and will burn down your village if he feels like it. He has no qualms about killing people, in any way.





 As you might have guessed, he is not a good guy. Not at first.
  In general, Avazor is very serious, and he tends to frown a lot. He doesn't really talk much either, but he definitely has the capacity for sarcasm.
  And as I said before, he's not great with reading affections, nor with talking with girls that aren't his sister.
       For Example:
  "Hold on, hold on," Desok held an arm out in front of her. "You're not going, it's too dangerous."
  Alydda gave him a long-suffering look. "For me? Why is it you don't think I can fight as well as you?"
  "Because you're a girl." Avazor said without looking up.
  Alydda threw her arms up and stalked out.
  "Avazor!" Desok glared.
  "What?" Avazor said nonchalantly.


Appearance-wise, he is tall and lean, with a sharp face. His eyes are light blue, and he is tow-headed like most Kul.

In case you were wondering why he was my baby, he is one of the most in-depth characters I've ever made, and because of his personality, I can make so many awkward scenes with him and his lady friend.


Anyway, that's it for now. Please tell me what you think! I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments.

~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me."~ Matthew 16:24
    Praise be to God! - Katy

Character Post - Anath Terinmër

Character post time. Katy's back! 

  Now I had trouble thinking about what to do. I considered posting about my fictional countries, another chapter of Cerandith Asaile, or maybe even something I had for lunch today. But no. I settled on a character post.

  Part of me wanted to do a protagonist from my book. The other part wanted an antagonist turn protagonist who happens to be my favourite character... The reasonable part of me said Anath, so here I am.

Anath Terinmër

(Elf ~ Mage ~ Princess )

An elvish girl with wavy red hair and grey eyes stood there

 with a large stick in her hand, looking rather embarrassed. "Sorry, that usually works."

Anath Terinmër is an elven girl that hails from Bjarke(Be-yayrk), which is a country in Avaniah based somewhat off of Norway, and Tura, a recently founded country of elves near Bjarke. She is the daughter of Terin Furokmën, who is the king of Tura.
  I don't quite remember where I got her name. I think a friend suggested it and a few others as names I can use for my story, but very recently I was reading through Chronicles and found it in there. So good news, Anath is a biblical name! Bad news, it was originally a male's name. Oh well.
  Now as of her last name, that's the custom of the Bjarkens, where they use their father's name and Mën(May-en) for males and Mër (May-er) for females. Terin is Anath's father, so her last name is Terinmër.

  Anath may be the daughter of a king, but like father like daughter, and neither of them act like royalty. Anath has been called by the captain-of-the-guard in Carsia a Warrior Princess, and that title has rather stuck. Just as well, the captain-of-the-guard was her friend. Anath is skilled with a sword or a bow, but not incredibly. Her preference is her magic.

  Magic can be in all ranges and elements, and Anath discovered some deadly magic early on in her life (She is 103). She can cover her hands in sunlight. And not like "Ooh, my hands are shiny!" Or "Cool, automatic flashlight created a few hundred centuries earlier!" It, in fact, gives very little light. It's sort of like when a glow-in-the-dark item is super bright and you can see it really well in the dark but it doesn't give off a light, if that makes sense.
  It's sunlight as in her hands become as hot as the sun. (Not really as hot as the sun, but that's what they think because they don't know how hot the sun really is.) Just imagine your hands turning into golden lightsabers.
  Anath is skilled in hand to hand combat and can apply her magic to that.
It can be a rather convenient method for torturing prisoners too! One could chop someone's arm off and the wound would be instantly cauterized, so you didn't have to worry about loss of blood.


..... wow.... that was incredibly morbid....
.... I don't torture people, by the way...


Moving on!
  Anath has wavy red/orange hair that goes down to about her mid-back. Her eyes are blue-grey and she has a scar that follows two and a half inches down her right cheek bone. That was a fun story... also very morbid. Lots of death, and a big battle. But all Anath got out of it was a scar. Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it. Pain. Love it. Maybe I'll tell you another time once you get used to my morbidness.
  Anath's personality is like a flash flood, or sunshine during rain. She's really very nice, cautious, but nice. But if you aren't such a great person, you may end up with no arms. She smiles a lot and has a strong sense of loyalty to her father and to Avazor(Mr. Captain-of-the-guard). Anath is actually very clever.
  Her duties as Terin's daughter usually include going on diplomatic missions, battle planning, trailing around behind Terin, making him look nobler, and wiping out the rogue elven camps that make constant assassination attempts.  Her schedule is usually fairly full, you see.
She has a few hobbies like a normal person might, for example, she enjoys fishing and reading. She actually didn't learn how to read until she was maybe 60, but she still likes it.

I hope you enjoyed this post, and please comment if you think I left any information out about her. Any other comments are appreciated too!

"Let my words be life! Let my words be truth! I don't wanna say a word unless it points the world back to you! Let the words I say be the sound of your grace! I don't wanna say a word unless it points the world back to you!" - Words By Hawk Nelson

Praise be to God! - Katy

~Cerandith Asaile~ Chapter One

Told you I'd be back, *evil chuckle*

This is the first chapter of a story I wrote for Nanowrimo (National November Writing Month) in 2016. I got 17761 words out of 50000. So, you know, I didn't win. 

  But on the bright-side, I do have 17761 words of a story! I'll probably post more chapters on here later, but currently I'm too lazy. It's titled Cerandith Asaile, by Lily Diane (My pen name)

  I didn't do any editing or rewriting, so this is the first draft. Tell me what you think!
  

Chapter one

  Lillian reached over her head for the lantern that sat there while she slept, drowsily, she lit it, squinted and looked around. I was still dark outside, but many other fairaes were awake. Lillian rubbed her eyes and clambered out of bed, then shivered at the cold, wanting very much to go back to bed.
  But against her better judgement, she stayed up and went over to her wardrobe, and rested her head against it slowly falling back to sleep.
  Lillian shook herself out of it and got dressed, then she packed her necessities in her bag, and pulled her brown and blonde streaked hair into a high ponytail, brushing stray hairs that she missed behind her ear.
  Then she unfolded her wings slowly, not having moved them in a while, they felt strange. Lillian fluttered them once or twice, lifting no less than three inches off the hardwood floor. In the living room, she found her elven-made weapons, her longsword, name Vvistar, and her two silver dagger. Then she grabbed her bag and went outside. Each fairae held a lantern, besides the children, and several were already leaving.
  Beracul, Lillian’s cousin, flew up to her, his hair was messy and he looked as if he had been in a hurry to get dressed.
  “Lil’, you look like you just woke up, you need to get ready, hurry!” He said quickly, then darted to the side to grab his little sister who was running off.
  “Ber, you are the one that looks like you just woke, and I am ready.” Lillian said, flying past him. Her throat felt dry, which made her voice croak.
  “I’ve been up for hours! Trying to get these… rascals under control!” Beracul said, gesturing to the little twin girls running left and right.
  She grinned. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
  “Yeah, thanks, Lil’.” He said sarcastically. “I appreciate it.”
  Just wait till they can fly. Lillian thought. She flew around and hovered over the pond, trying to locate the registrator. Over to her right she saw a line of fairaes, and flew over to them.
  “This is the way to register?” Lillian asked the girl in the back off the line.
  “Yes, but it may be a bit off a wait. I heard there is another one over by the aviaries that isn’t quite as crowded that I’m going to go check out.” She said.
  “Do you mind if I come with you?” Lillian backed up as she flew out of the line.
  “No, not at all.” The fairae shrugged.
  Lillian followed her all the way to the aviaries, where several white and grey pigeons were flying in and out off.
  The line her was much smaller and was much quicker to get through. When Lilian reached it, the fairae there asked for her full name.
  “Umm, Lillian Oakflame.” She said.
  “Age?” He asked.
  She wondered why they needed my age. “63.”
  “Please state your intent.”
  Lillian sighed, leaning against the aviary wall. “I want to go to the Yorax for Cerandith Asaile.” Just like every other fairae here. She added to herself dryly. He wrote something down on his parchment. “Free to go.”
  “Thank you.” She said, then flew up above the trees and located the procession of fairaes headed to the elven capital, and flew over to them and began walking.

  When the sun rose, the fairaes took flight for the stretch of road the led straight to the capital.
  The Yorax was the name of the wood that the elves lived in. The Yorax was canopied in trees, darkening the whole wood. Instead of using torches and lanterns, every ten and three years in the capital, they would have a celebration called Cerandith Asaile, which meant festival of starlight.
  It was where the king and queen used the stars to illuminate the Yorax. Cerandith Asaile was a very large thing for the elves, and fairaes, the seran, and a select gathering of humans were invited to join in the festivities. Probably, Lillian believed, the only reason the elves ever invited the seran were to not offend them.
  The seran were elven like creatures, but their kingdom was significantly more powerful. The seran themselves were more powerful as well. Once, when the kingdom, Brün declared war on them, their king was dead within two days. Something about a master assassin, and lack of decent security.
  Lillian didn’t know what she thought of the seran. They had never attacked anyone without being provoked. But stories made them sound as if they’d simple kill someone if they didn’t like them.
  She had gone to Cerandith Asaile only four times before, and never before had she seen one.
  They reached the capital within the next hour, it was magnificent to Lillian, even though she had seen it before. She had heard that the capital was the only place the the stas could be seen in the entire Yorax.
  She remembered from before that the elves always provided a place for the elves to stay, with rent, of course. Last year it was a very nice inn that a a room for each fairae. The citadel was nice. But still in her mind, it was nothing compared to the fairaeland.

  Brill took a deep breath, and steadied her hand. The target swung back and forth on a long rope, and Brill released, whispering a word. Her arrow soared through the air, catching on her word and lighting on fire.
  With a satisfying sccik-klunk the arrow hit dead center on the target. The arrow was still burning after it landed. Brill nocked a second raven-fletched arrow and released. It landed a half centimeter above her other arrow. A third: half centimeter above that one.
  “Brill, time to go.” Her brother came in and spotted her. “Brill! What are you doing?”
  “Practicing.” She said without taking her eyes off target. This time, Brill aimed higher, focusing on the rope swinging the target back and forth.
  “We need to go Brill, now isn’t the time.”
  She released, the arrow embedded itself in the wall behind the target. Brill made a face, then turned to Hjargen. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up on Ethear. I’m trying to get this target down.”
  Hjargen frowned, and held out a hand. Brill looked at him for a second confused. Then scoffed, realizing he was telling her to hand him the bow. Hjargen shot Brill’s arrow, and it made the same sccik noise, but the klunk was the target hitting the floor.
  “Now come on.” He urged.
  “I’m coming.” Brill said. “Just let me grab my pack.”
  She left the training room, certain she would have made an identical shot if Hjargen hadn’t distracted her. But then she told herself, if she was going to be in the army or the guard, there would be several distractions.
  If she was going to falter at the first one, she fail completely. Brill made her way to her bedroom picking up her pack and putting on her weapons, which consisted of her two sabers, her dagger, her quiver full of arrow she had made herself and her bow, Aredsael. Which meant fire tongue.
  Hjargen was waiting outside with two bay horses waiting. Ethear, Brill’s ghostly white dragon, was curled up outside by the stables. When Brill came out, his head perked up.
  When he saw her, he leapt up and came up to her, bounding around her and making guttural noises that Brill believed to be laughter.
  Brill smiled, and held out a hand which he nuzzled. She scratched him behind the ears. “Sorry, boy, you’re staying here. I whistle if I need you.” She told him.
  He tossed his head, flapping his wings a few times.
  “No Ethear.” Brill said more sternly. “I’m going with Hjargen.” The she turned around, trying to ignore Ethear’s mournful growls.
  “See, Hjargen? Look what you made me do.” Brill said.
  “He’ll be fine. I’m certain of it.” Said Hjargen. “Now get on your horse.”

  In the capital, only twenty minutes away, she and Hjargen had helped in the preparing of Cerandith Asaile for almost two months. Mostly decorations though. They had to gather many more lights from elsewhere due to their weakness. The village inhabitant came to stay at the capital then. Once the lights were brighter, they’d return to their villages.
  It really was an fantastic effect, Brill thought, to have some many dimmed lights, and then them all to light up like a million stars all at once, shining on everyone. She had been there for every Cerandith Asaile that happened in her lifetime, and never forgot one moment. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
  Cerandith Asaile lasted five days, and Brill hoped people would actually stand to appreciate the decor.
  The gates were wide open, which was an uncommon sight at the citadel. But guards were standing ready all around.
  Brill and Hjargen arrived as soon and the fairaes did. Brill always had admired fairae wings, but thought them to be a bit to delicate for her taste, like the fairaes themselves, but almost each fairae carried a weapon or two that was visible on their person.
  Each fairae landed before entering, and their wings curled back on themselves creating a little spiral of wings on their backs. If they wanted to, they could look human by wearing something over their wings and nobody could tell any different. Albeit, a rather petite human,
  “Do you think that fairaes could disguise themselves as elves?.” Brill asked Hjargen. He frowned, thinking for a minute. “I doubt it. We are naturally taller, and their ears aren’t as pointed as ours.”
  “Yes, but besides those and their wings, they’re basically our equal?”
  “Mm, I don’t know.” He shrugged.
  Ten yards away, Lillian was following behind Beracul and the twins, who were trying to see how many blades of grass they could find in seven snail shells.
  “What happened to the snails that were inside?” Beracul asked in horror when he found out.
  Brika shrugged. “Amethyst dropped three, but we used the other ones we used to draw our names on the big rock we passed.”
  Bile rose into Lillian’s throat. “Eww…”
  “I didn’t drop them!” Amethyst argued. “Brika bumped me.”
  “Okay,” said Beracul. “why don’t you two stay away from the snails for a few-”
  “Years?” Lillian suggested.
  “Hours, I was going to say, but years would be just as effective.”
  Lillian grimaced, and flew up a bit, looking at the gate, watching the fairaes file in mixed in with a few elves.
  She drifted downward, “Beracul, in all of the fairae history, have we ever had anything like Cerandi-?” She spotted her cousin pulling more snail shells out of Brika’s pocket, and she floated away a bit. “Nevermind.”
  In the capital, that had been given rooms in a large mansion like house. On side was for females and one was for males, with five fairaes to a room, and they only had to pay a crown a day.
  Lillian spent the afternoon in my room, and becoming associated with the four other fairaes there, and getting the extra sleep she’d lost that morning. But the next day, she left her seclusion to explore the capital the best she could.  

  The elves, like the fairae, loved flora, and portrayed beautiful trees and flowers everywhere,
  Lillian went out into the crowded streets of the citadel, making her way through, she accidentally bumped into someone. “Sorry!” She said quickly and stepped back. She remembered the citadel being crowded on Cerandith Asaile, but not this crowded. Lillian got out onto a more open street, then to the market place, looking around for vendors. That’s where she had gotten Vvistar, her sword. It was her father’s before her, and he’d gotten it from the capital. Specifically the market at Cerandith Asaile. Lillian hadn’t found a better sword in all the years she’d had it.
  She spotted an elven man in a stall with several types of swords leaning against it and sitting on it. She went over and looked around at a saber, when the stall manager said, “I can see you’re a woman with good taste in weapons.”
  Lillian looked up at him, confused. “Sorry?”
  He smiled. “The sword you have at your side.” He gestured to Vvistar. “I made it.”
  Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then she frowned. “How would you know?”
  “The symbol on the pommel. It’s mine.” He answered.
  Lillian glanced at the pommel, and for the first time, actually paid attention to the octagon with swirl inside it. She shifted one of the daggers at the stall and found it had an identical mark.
  She grinned. “Well I congratulate you on it’s craftsmanship, I’ve found no better in the time I’ve had it.”
  He nodded his head. “Why thank you.”
  As he said that, an elf girl with long red hair turned out of the crowd and ran into me.

  “Oh! I apologize!” Brill said quickly to the fairae. “I’m not in my right mind today.”
  “Nonsense! It was as much fault mine as it was yours!” The fairae said. The first thing she noticed about her was the golden pendant that hung off her neck. Brill didn’t have much experience at all with fairaes. But this one seemed kind enough, despite Hjargen’s insistence that they were awful. Just then a loud trumpet sounded. The citadel was built around a mountain, and the palace was on it’s peak. That was the trumpet that was used when there was an announcement to be made by the royals. Everyone in the capital, which was quite a lot of people, scrambled to the center of the citadel. Lillian and the other fairaes got there first, obviously, because the elves couldn’t fly. But she and the others had the decency to fold up their wings. Once everyone was gathered, an elf approached the balcony of the palace. I had seen the king and queen before. This was not the king. But apparently a person of noble status, he had short jet black hair, and pale skin.
  “For those who do not reside here or near here,” The man began. “I am Prince Resden, son of King Bermund and Queen Isabeth of the Yorax.”
  That made more sense to Lillian. She didn’t remember whether or not she knew the elven queen and king had a son or not, but she thought she might have recalled something of the sort.
  The prince continued. “In short, the king and queen are missing.”
  Shouts erupted all through the crowd.
  “But I urge you all to remain calm! They have taken leave unexpectedly before. This is not necessarily an attack!” He said, holding up his hands for silence. “The king and queen will return to light the Yorax, if not, I will perform the ceremony myself. In the meantime, continue with the festival!”

Well there ya go! Again, I will simply pretend that my invisible followers enjoyed that, and will hopefully continue posting! Katy signing off! 

~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.~  Matthew 16: 24

Creature Post - Dragons.

Katy here! Haven't been for a long time. Hoping to fix that if possible. I'm here to write about dragons! Well, my sort of dragons, at any rate.

My dragons are your run-of-the-mill four-legged, two-winged, one-tailed dragons

generally classified as western dragons. Eastern being the wingless dragons you'd

see in Chinese Mythology. 

You could say I haven't done much dragon exploring in my writing. But while I haven't written about many dragons, I have created them rather thoroughly(if I do say so myself).

  Starting with general story placement - as my types of dragons may vary through stories - we'll begin with the ones in Avaniah(The world in my book).

  The most notable dragons in Avaniah have long and confusing names. And not just because I like making long and confusing names. The names of these dragons are the best that mortals could do trying to pronounce their names in dragon-speech. Then after the mortals end up with a name like Jhuklianrhylla, they'll shorten it down to Rhylla.
  Avanian dragons have two races; fire and ice. Fire dragons can have red, grey, green or gold scales. Ice can have blue, grey, white, or silver scales. Ice and fire dragons, despite what it may seem, don't despise one another. Mating pairs actually tend to be one of each. I guess opposites attract, huh?
  These dragons can speak as well, they generally have two languages, dragon-speech and whichever language is most common in their area. No mortal has been able to pronounce dragon-speech unless it was a nelrae (A man with dragon wings)

Some dragons are
  Jhuklianrhylla (Rhylla) Rhylla is a fire dragon and was Vardrung's mate. She has green scales and golden eyes. She is currently the king of the dragons,
  Vharkumdrungarull (Vardrung) Vardrung was an ice dragon, the king of the dragons, and Rhylla's mate. He had white scales and white eyes.  He was slain by two elves named Asha and Uriev, and a nelrae named Esco, respectively. He was previously the most powerful dragon in all of Avaniah, and was defeated after he went insane when the other dragons disappeared.
  Rwll (Pronounced rule) Rwll was a fire dragon with red scales. He is renown for being a small but stocky dragon that took a rank in Vardrung's army after defeating a general. Rwll is honored greatly among the goblin-folk, being small as they are, but being strong.
  Svarvenekal (Svar) Svar was an ice dragon whose significance lay in his battle against the dwarves in which he slew their warrior-king and wore his crown as a ring. He himself was eventually slain by the king's heir ten years later. He had grey scales, which contributed to his attack against the dwarves, having them being unable to identify whether he was a fire or ice dragon.
  Defysshnee (Ishni) Isni was an ice dragon known for being defeated by the dragon-runt Rwll, after previously being a high-ranking general in King Vardrung's army.
  Axcaasda (Casda) Casda is an ice dragon with white scales and blue eyes. He is known for being Rhylla's second mate after Vardrung died, and for being incredibly menuverable and quick.

Notice that only two of these dragons aren't dead. Dragons were well sought-after for their magic by the nelrae, because if they were killed, you'd get their magic. Be it an upgrade to their own, or gifting them with the ability of magic in the first place.
  Rhylla is the king of the dragons because the previous king -her mate- was killed. It may seem that Casda, her new mate should be king, but he'd only be king if he outlived her.

Anyhoo, I hope this isn't too confusing for y'all. I'll just pretend like you know what I'm talking about and hopefully post some more a little later. Ta-ta for now!


~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me."~ Matthew 16:24

Katy's Story Snippets ~An Irish Tale~

This is a snippet of a story that Darby and I are writing, it's called An Irish Tale (An unofficial title).
Please tell me what you think.

I slowly opened my eyes, gradually awakening from an ignorantly blissful unconsciousness. The first thing I saw, was the bright light of an almost-circular moon up above, and millions of stars winking at me from their place in the dark heavens. I tried remembering all that had happened as of recent, which brought me alive faster than a bucket of ice water dumped on my head. The shipwreck, Kiaran... and the unimaginable pain on my leg. My body was sore in all the places I could think of, I had bruises and cuts everywhere, and as I sat up painfully -but quickly- I noticed that my leg was twisted almost completely backwards. 

I gasped and clamped a hand on my mouth. I reached out and gingerly touched my knee, then jerked my hand back, wincing and making little whimpering noises at the pain. 

"Kiaran..." I barely managed, looking around from my spot on the pebbles and sand of the beach for my friend. Then I could easily spot him through the wreckage by his red-orange hair. I could only see his face, and from far away. But it was very clear that he had a gash across his temple that was bleeding profusely. 

No. Wait, Kiaran didn't have red hair. And his hair was short and spiky and black. But then who was...? 

"Fiona!" 

That was Kiaran who had shouted. He tossed a wood board to the side and pulled my sister out and lifted into his arm. 

"Kiaran, over here!" I called feebly. I thanked my GOD in heaven that he heard me. But then, he turned away. He had to take care of Fiona, I knew. 

No! I thought angrily. I'm more important right now! Then I immediately scolded myself profusely for thinking such a thing. I had to take care of myself, no matter what the pain. 

One thing I knew was the direction my leg was supposed to be facing. 

I grabbed a sizable sandy pebble and stuck it in between my teeth. Then I grasped my lower legs, closing my eyes. And- In that moment, I felt sure I would die. But then the agony subsided not completely, of course. But it was better than before. I spit the stone out of my mouth, then spit a couple more times to get the sand off my tongue. I found a long stick that was in arms reach, but it was by no means straight. It would hold my weight at least and would serve well enough for a walking stick. I grasped it with both hands and pulled myself up, then sort of hopped forward on my good leg, then using the stick to keep my balance. Approximately two meters away was a tree line that led into the woods, but I was headed after Kiaran. I half-hopped again, and again. Then, getting the hang of it, and having already managed to keep my bad leg from touching the ground, I kept on after my friend. 

Comments are always appreciated!

~Then Jesus told his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. ~

Matthew 16: 24