Pleibea gets the fourteenth chapter -After obtaining information (I have yet to decide whether it's through Millis or someone from Millis' mercenary school) as to what gives Ragers (those who Rager are called, duh, Ragers) their power, Pleibea suggests that Millis and she fly back to Chymea, retrieve Hyn's corpse, and bring him back to life.
After all, Ragers are merely humans, given an injection that spikes their adrenal glands. With that extra boost of power, they are then trained to focus on superhuman fighting abilities. Millis agrees to give it a shot, and the two leave.
(Syne, meanwhile, is busy locating their base and dealing with the press concerning his kidnapped bride. Patrya, meanwhile, is busy keeping Syne busy with false alarms as to her whereabouts.)
Now obviously, reader, you can't raise someone from the dead, but heck, this is sci-fi, and I'm the author, and I simply liked Hyn too much to kill him. Besides, my protagonists need their army (which they also get), and well...
Patrya gets the fifteenth chapter - And well...upon Hyn's return, Patrya is put into utter, emotionally devastating shame. Tsk, tsk. She made him her champion, and he ends up as a (temporary) invalid. (Corpses, after all, do happen to have some physical disadvantages. But he'll get better; no worries.) Through an emotional and semi-romantic roller coaster, Patrya comes to her senses and realizes what unconditional love is.
Even though Hyn was killed, even though he was wounded, unconditional love rose him from the dead, and he loves her the same, no matter what.
Now read that again, only replace "Hyn" with "Jesus Christ," "her" with "me," and capitalize every "he" and "him." Yeah? Yeahhh?!
Even though Jesus Christ was killed, even though He was wounded, unconditional love rose Him from the dead, and He loves me the same, no matter what.
BOOM.
So there.
Everyone *coughCHLOEcough* who has been so dearly sweating over my pagan dramas can now grab a glass of water and take some chill-pills. :) I told you all it wasn't pagan, didn't I??? You didn't think I could pull it off, but I did. Muahaha, so there. :D
All three, Millis, Pleibea, and Patrya will get bits and pieces of the final chapters - I have yet to really put much thought into these final chapters, merely because there are so many routes I could take, and once I start writing, I know I won't have any problems making up something fun. I know for one thing that all three will be tested to the extreme as they have a final show-down with Syne, and I also know that I'm looking towards an epic John Flannagan/Rick Riordan plot rather than the epic Lord of the Rings type smack-down. I know that (somehow) Vivalee (Pleibea's mother) will come play a positive role and that the other Ragers from Millis' school might make an entrance. Patrya's two siblings will also play roles (minus Percie...he's too young) to show that they have grown up; they are no longer mere children, but instigators, capable of defense and offense. Throughout these chapters, my triumvirate may also eliminate some powers who are aiding Syne.
And speaking of our grand villain, does Syne die?
Well, I don't know yet.
What do you think? Comments below are appreciated. :)
Also, if you've got anything you want to see particularly (or any dialogue), please comment below as well. I have lots of open room to fit interesting plot twists in. :)
Epilogue - After the final encounter, the government is obviously a wreck. It turns into even more of a wreck when other parts of the world revolt against Excellia, clamoring for the antidote. (The antidote to fend off the toxins? Remember it now?) The government gives up within a month, every current Consil and Dibane resigning. A new government is set up, and the logistics of that will wait until I'm feeling political. (Or you could put something realistic in the comment box below and help me out. :))
Millis is left with his extremely unusable set of skills. Now that he's famous and known as an assassin, well, he can't exactly get any good jobs, now can he? However, he and Hyn find their nooks in society when the new government requests brave souls to fend off the last of the toxic mutations that still roam the earth. He has come out the wiser now, knowing that not everything will be in his control, and that, when things are too hard for him, he's got friends to back him up.
Pleibea is set free along with the other slaves and works her same job, only for pay and without the brutalities of slave-dom. She resolves her hatred to her mother by sheer forgiveness; her older brother Jesse, on the other hand, refuses to speak to Vivalee to show the results of divorce, being that NO ONE ENDS UP HAPPY. Ever. So just don't. Pleibea learns the lesson of forgiveness, but I don't intend to draw it out, thus eliminating the stereotypical factor.
Patrya, having her awesomely romantic relationship with Hyn, decides to follow her father's footsteps and study for politics. In her spare time, she deepens her relationship with her siblings and goes back to Chymea, paying off the debt to those who helped her. Patrya ends up stronger by learning self-confidence and unconditional love.
SO.
There.
*wipes forehead of sweat* All done with explaining my wordy outline. It's practically a small book in and of itself, isn't it? Anyway, if you guys see a plot hole I missed, PLEASE put it in the comments box below. Any other comments are welcome too.
Write on!
Clove
P.S. I am at 54 pages, 1/2 inch margins, Palatino font, size 10. I have three completed chapters and about a page done for the other chapters. It'll be a while... :)
6.28.2013
6.25.2013
My Bad Side - A little bit I wrote for fun
Cards are flipped face-up on a green felt table one by one. The game is Black Jack, so counting cards is important. As each card is dealt, I drown out the conversation for a moment and studiously add one in my head for every ten, Jack, Queen, King, or Ace and carefully subtract one for any twos, threes, fours, or fives.
It's simple math. Statistics.
Gambling.
Funny how those three go hand in hand.
The basement is loud and crowded, and, for the most part, smells of sweat with slight hints of pizza. The light is dim; the walls are bare brick. Not exactly the Bellagio, but it works for risk takers like myself.
My friend Emily is sitting next to me, sassy and beautiful as ever. She adjusts her blond hair with one hand and smiles at me when I raise my eyebrows at her wager.
"I like to live on the edge," she explains, letting the stack of chips fall through her fingers.
I know the odds of her survival and just smile under my hand as she busts and grimaces as the dealer takes her chips. She'd have better luck with dice or slots. More chance involved. Less thought.
I admit; counting cards is illegal in any real casino. After all, it allows the players to guess the next cards with near-perfect accuracy. But here? Forget it. I doubt anyone even knows what counting cards is, nonetheless has the focused mind necessary to utilize the technique. Even I feel sweat prick onto my forehead when the cards are laid down; it's easy as ABC to lose track.
Cameron takes on another card, despite my warning, and hits 24, busting out. Peter, salt and pepper hair and intelligent eyes, hits 19 and stays.
Then the dealer turns to me. I've got 16 and am struggling to keep the fierce grin from my lips.
The odds are greatly in my advantage. I've counted plus six on the table, which means there are six more twos, threes, fours, or fives than there are face cards in the dealer's deck.
I lean back in my seat, hitting the soft table.
A card falls from the dealer's hand.
A five.
16 and 5 = 21.
Black Jack, baby.
I receive double what I wagered and rise from the table, telling the others that I'm cashing it. As I leave, I toss Emily a gray chip.
Compliments of a successful gambler.
Write on!
Clove
P.S. No, we weren't gambling with real money. This was Sunday night at a party. The dealer was my very own Dad, and all the men at the table are solid Christians.
No one went away any richer or poorer.
Besides.
We all need the practice for when we actually do go to Las Vegas, yeah? X)
It's simple math. Statistics.
Gambling.
Funny how those three go hand in hand.
The basement is loud and crowded, and, for the most part, smells of sweat with slight hints of pizza. The light is dim; the walls are bare brick. Not exactly the Bellagio, but it works for risk takers like myself.
My friend Emily is sitting next to me, sassy and beautiful as ever. She adjusts her blond hair with one hand and smiles at me when I raise my eyebrows at her wager.
"I like to live on the edge," she explains, letting the stack of chips fall through her fingers.
I know the odds of her survival and just smile under my hand as she busts and grimaces as the dealer takes her chips. She'd have better luck with dice or slots. More chance involved. Less thought.
I admit; counting cards is illegal in any real casino. After all, it allows the players to guess the next cards with near-perfect accuracy. But here? Forget it. I doubt anyone even knows what counting cards is, nonetheless has the focused mind necessary to utilize the technique. Even I feel sweat prick onto my forehead when the cards are laid down; it's easy as ABC to lose track.
Cameron takes on another card, despite my warning, and hits 24, busting out. Peter, salt and pepper hair and intelligent eyes, hits 19 and stays.
Then the dealer turns to me. I've got 16 and am struggling to keep the fierce grin from my lips.
The odds are greatly in my advantage. I've counted plus six on the table, which means there are six more twos, threes, fours, or fives than there are face cards in the dealer's deck.
I lean back in my seat, hitting the soft table.
A card falls from the dealer's hand.
A five.
16 and 5 = 21.
Black Jack, baby.
I receive double what I wagered and rise from the table, telling the others that I'm cashing it. As I leave, I toss Emily a gray chip.
Compliments of a successful gambler.
Write on!
Clove
P.S. No, we weren't gambling with real money. This was Sunday night at a party. The dealer was my very own Dad, and all the men at the table are solid Christians.
No one went away any richer or poorer.
Besides.
We all need the practice for when we actually do go to Las Vegas, yeah? X)
6.18.2013
My top 5
I don't know about the rest of you authors, but sometimes, I feel like my writing becomes a hundred times more epic when I listen to music as I write. Unfortunately, I'm also such a music geek that I can't listen to music without paying full attention to it - there goes my attempt at writing.
Here are five of my favorite writing songs, chosen for their simplicity and moving powers that don't distract from writing:
Number 3 - Doomsday by Globus
Okay, I lied. This song is NOT simple.
The lyrics are mostly Latin, and the orchestration is full electric guitars, strings, chorus, and soloist. I've found that this song works for a myriad of situations, one of which is that stereotypical yet still original romance/fight scene.
And before you begin to start judging me for listening to rock/goth/orchestral junk, you ought to know that Globus also the did the song for the Spiderman 2 trailer. Justified. :)
Number 2 - Dark Night of the Soul by Philip Wesley
For sorrow, for love, for impatience, this is another well-rounded song.
Number 1 - Sixth Movement (Lady Macbeth of the Mtysensk District) by Dep
Odd title aside, this entire album by Dep is actually one uber long song. I chose the Sixth Movement because it does has a sense of anticipation that the others don't and doesn't have the sense of terror that the seventh and eighth movements do. (Look them all up; they're worth it.)
I honestly put this as number one because I can listen to it, gain its sober mood, but not zone out as I write. What do you think, author?
(On a side note, this video is only a clip of the full song. For all four minutes, click here.)
Here are five of my favorite writing songs, chosen for their simplicity and moving powers that don't distract from writing:
Number 5 - Blackheart on Two Steps from Hell
For any and all conclusions. This song holds enough sweetness and power to be surprisingly versatile.
Number 4 - Main Theme ~The Fullmetal Alchemist~ by Senju Akira
For speeches, monologues, or mysterious/dark/creepy description paragraphs.
Number 3 - Doomsday by Globus
The lyrics are mostly Latin, and the orchestration is full electric guitars, strings, chorus, and soloist. I've found that this song works for a myriad of situations, one of which is that stereotypical yet still original romance/fight scene.
And before you begin to start judging me for listening to rock/goth/orchestral junk, you ought to know that Globus also the did the song for the Spiderman 2 trailer. Justified. :)
Number 2 - Dark Night of the Soul by Philip Wesley
Number 1 - Sixth Movement (Lady Macbeth of the Mtysensk District) by Dep
I honestly put this as number one because I can listen to it, gain its sober mood, but not zone out as I write. What do you think, author?
(On a side note, this video is only a clip of the full song. For all four minutes, click here.)
Write on!
Clove
6.14.2013
An Interview with Michael L.
Like Lauren, I've known Michael for most of my life, if not a little intermittently. When I was in eighth grade, I learned that he was an author and asked for a story he wrote for school. (It's entitled Basic Hero Stuff and located here. Go read it. I assure you: you'll get your laughs out of it.)
Like myself, he insists on sharing of his own volition and gives absolutely no spoilers, so despite all my pleas and begs, what comes is what comes. As for what I believe makes Michael's writing so interesting, he writes in such a way that I could read his stories over and over and still get original laughs out of it. He has a very cocky aura around his dialogue, a very passionate depth to character relationships, and does edge-of-your seat fight scenes, but unlike cheesy comedy authors, Michael stays down-to-earth and realistic amidst the action.
For any/all of the stories he's publicized, click here.
And for any information about him, well, I'll let the interview do the talking. :)
What books have you written/are writing?
I haven't written any books, merely short stories. Their names are Ash I and II, Ghostly Guardian, Storm the Castle, and Run. The actual books I am in process of writing are Defender, Firsthand, Outlaw, Wanted Dead, and The Last Stalker (all mid-full length works).
Where do you find most of your inspiration?
My inspiration mainly comes from experience, though I also draw on other writers for ideas. (I don't plagiarize; I swear.)
Do you have any author-role-models? If so, who?
John Flannagan I admire for his captivating storyline, characters, and wit. I also greatly respect J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, the kings of world-building.
When did you first start writing?
I first started writing in 2011.
Do you have a favorite/least favorite word?
That's a hard one...I have to say I like phrases 'You kidding?', 'Shut up or shove off', and 'Diplomacy is the art of saying "nice doggie" until you find a rock'. I absolutely despise the phrase 'YOLO.'
Do you have a favorite character (from your stories)?
A favorite character from my stories...I'd have to say Lance, from 'The Last Stalker.' He's dark and tough, yet witty and loyal.
Do you have a favorite character (from any novel)?
A favorite character from a novel...probably Halt, from the Ranger's Apprentice series. But Aragorn from Lord of the Rings comes in a close second.
Write on!
Clove
Like myself, he insists on sharing of his own volition and gives absolutely no spoilers, so despite all my pleas and begs, what comes is what comes. As for what I believe makes Michael's writing so interesting, he writes in such a way that I could read his stories over and over and still get original laughs out of it. He has a very cocky aura around his dialogue, a very passionate depth to character relationships, and does edge-of-your seat fight scenes, but unlike cheesy comedy authors, Michael stays down-to-earth and realistic amidst the action.
For any/all of the stories he's publicized, click here.
And for any information about him, well, I'll let the interview do the talking. :)
What books have you written/are writing?
I haven't written any books, merely short stories. Their names are Ash I and II, Ghostly Guardian, Storm the Castle, and Run. The actual books I am in process of writing are Defender, Firsthand, Outlaw, Wanted Dead, and The Last Stalker (all mid-full length works).
Where do you find most of your inspiration?
My inspiration mainly comes from experience, though I also draw on other writers for ideas. (I don't plagiarize; I swear.)
Do you have any author-role-models? If so, who?
John Flannagan I admire for his captivating storyline, characters, and wit. I also greatly respect J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, the kings of world-building.
When did you first start writing?
I first started writing in 2011.
Do you have a favorite/least favorite word?
That's a hard one...I have to say I like phrases 'You kidding?', 'Shut up or shove off', and 'Diplomacy is the art of saying "nice doggie" until you find a rock'. I absolutely despise the phrase 'YOLO.'
Do you have a favorite character (from your stories)?
A favorite character from my stories...I'd have to say Lance, from 'The Last Stalker.' He's dark and tough, yet witty and loyal.
Do you have a favorite character (from any novel)?
A favorite character from a novel...probably Halt, from the Ranger's Apprentice series. But Aragorn from Lord of the Rings comes in a close second.
Write on!
Clove
6.13.2013
An Interview with Lauren K.
I've known Lauren most of my life, but it wasn't until around two years ago when I learned she was an author. I'm currently reading her most recent novel and have learned to appreciate her enrapturing description paragraphs, exciting (or...annoying) plot twists, and witty, casual, from-the-heart dialogue.
But she should talk for herself.
Below are some questions I asked and answers she gave, so without further ado, allow me to introduce Ms. Lauren!
What books have you written/are writing?
I've probably started approximately four/five-ish books in my life time but haven't exactly finished any (if you don't count short stories). I usually get a better idea halfway through the book and abandon my old one until further development. However, I am determined to finish my current novel, which remains untitled. I've become quite attached. :)
Where do you find most of your inspiration?
Hah. Well, I must admit it is quite biased. For the parts that aren't brought about by my dangerous habit of daydreaming, my inspiration lies with the stories, places and people that I find most disagreeable. I take their faults and imagine how they could be changed or removed to make a more pleasant (or at least amusing) plot. I also take the most promising or intriguing faults themselves, play with them until I am content, and plop them right down into my storyline.
Do you have any author-role-models? If so, who?
This is a difficult question. Oh, how may I choose? To name some, I admire Rick Riordan's humor, the artful suspense of Suzanne Collins, Charles Dickens' elegant turns of phrase, and I adore the character developments and plot simplicity of C.S. Lewis. He and I are of the same mind: preferring action to lengthy description. It allows...a sort of freedom of vision.
When did you first start writing?
That, yet again, is a difficult question to answer. For as long as I can remember, I have imagined, and imagination is the discernible cause for the creation of stories. Though as for the actual putting of pen to paper (or finger to keyboard), when I was in early elementary school I used to make little books out of construction paper to give to my grandparents for Christmas and birthdays. They would usually contain the adventures of Stop & Go, a yellow lab and black cat pair that were the brainchildren of my mother.
Do you have a favorite/least favorite word?
My least favourite word is emboss, for at its hand I suffered a tragic childhood experience that has scarred me against it forever. I do not have a single favourite word; I have a list full of them, containing specimens such as belligerent, gleam, fleck, and malevolent.
Do you have a favorite character (from your stories)?
How can you ask a mother to pick her favourite child? Fine. It would be a competition between my two main characters: Tristan, a teasing, kick-butt knight with a tragic past and a daring future, and Bracken, the small town girl, not to be underestimated, who is thrown unceremoniously into a chain of events affecting the world(s) as we know them.
Do you have a favorite character (from any novel)?
Definitely Elizabeth Bennet from Pride & Prejudice. No doubt.
Write on!
Clove
P.S. Learn more about Lauren here.
But she should talk for herself.
Below are some questions I asked and answers she gave, so without further ado, allow me to introduce Ms. Lauren!
What books have you written/are writing?
I've probably started approximately four/five-ish books in my life time but haven't exactly finished any (if you don't count short stories). I usually get a better idea halfway through the book and abandon my old one until further development. However, I am determined to finish my current novel, which remains untitled. I've become quite attached. :)
Where do you find most of your inspiration?
Hah. Well, I must admit it is quite biased. For the parts that aren't brought about by my dangerous habit of daydreaming, my inspiration lies with the stories, places and people that I find most disagreeable. I take their faults and imagine how they could be changed or removed to make a more pleasant (or at least amusing) plot. I also take the most promising or intriguing faults themselves, play with them until I am content, and plop them right down into my storyline.
Do you have any author-role-models? If so, who?
This is a difficult question. Oh, how may I choose? To name some, I admire Rick Riordan's humor, the artful suspense of Suzanne Collins, Charles Dickens' elegant turns of phrase, and I adore the character developments and plot simplicity of C.S. Lewis. He and I are of the same mind: preferring action to lengthy description. It allows...a sort of freedom of vision.
When did you first start writing?
That, yet again, is a difficult question to answer. For as long as I can remember, I have imagined, and imagination is the discernible cause for the creation of stories. Though as for the actual putting of pen to paper (or finger to keyboard), when I was in early elementary school I used to make little books out of construction paper to give to my grandparents for Christmas and birthdays. They would usually contain the adventures of Stop & Go, a yellow lab and black cat pair that were the brainchildren of my mother.
Do you have a favorite/least favorite word?
My least favourite word is emboss, for at its hand I suffered a tragic childhood experience that has scarred me against it forever. I do not have a single favourite word; I have a list full of them, containing specimens such as belligerent, gleam, fleck, and malevolent.
Do you have a favorite character (from your stories)?
How can you ask a mother to pick her favourite child? Fine. It would be a competition between my two main characters: Tristan, a teasing, kick-butt knight with a tragic past and a daring future, and Bracken, the small town girl, not to be underestimated, who is thrown unceremoniously into a chain of events affecting the world(s) as we know them.
Do you have a favorite character (from any novel)?
Definitely Elizabeth Bennet from Pride & Prejudice. No doubt.
Write on!
Clove
P.S. Learn more about Lauren here.
6.11.2013
Outline Part 4
Millis gets the eleventh chapter - He awakes from consciousness (Ragering is always followed by a black-out) in prison; Patyra is no where to be seen. Despite his sorrow, he knows he has one move to make, and it's to escape before he's executed for killing Emperor Jeon.
(Having talked to many of my fellow male authors, I was able to find some aspects that would make a break-out both gripping and still realistic. More are still welcome. :) *hint hint nudge nudge headnod headnod*)
Millis is successful with his escapades, and he makes it to Excellia by plane.
Millis gets the twelfth chapter - Back in Excellia, Millis is forced to face a good bit of his imbalance; he's accustomed to knowing what to do next, but for the first time, he feels completely incapable, especially when he catches word of Syne and Patrya's marriage via media.
Luckily for him, there's already a burning rebellion against Syne, one started by none other than Pleibea herself. His next step set out for him, Millis forces himself to swallow his pride and find the rebel base. Once there, he attempts to convince Pleibea to crash the wedding. She sees no reason to agree (despite the fact that Millis showcases Patrya's excellence in strategy and her agile mind) until Millis mentions the fact that there will be many bigwigs present at the ceremony.
Pleibea seems to be interested in only one - a woman named Vivalee.
Pleibea gets the thirteenth chapter - So...remember that Pleibea has a complicated family history? Welllll...
Flashback time! :)
Once upon a time, Rayz, a rich, flashy, Ironman-esque character, had a love relationship with the world's sole name in fashion - Vivalee, a rich, flashy, Cinna-minus-the-kindness-esque character. The two lived happily for a while, having two children, Jesse and Pleibea, before (...like near all couples who don't know God...) they realized they couldn't live together peacefully. Before the divorce, the question arose as to what was to be done with their two children (Jesse was 12 at the time, Pleibea was 7). Neither parent wanted the responsibility, and the couple decided to put their children in a slave camp, completely disowning them.
All right.
Back to the story.
Pleibea's mad; she still holds a grudge against her parents. Rayz had died not long after the divorce (not sure how yet...any suggestions?), but Vivalee is still productive and famous and rich as chocolate.
For the wedding, Pleibea sets out three teams, the strongest with Millis to claim Patrya, the second as a contingency team, the last consisting of her and Jesse to set things straight with their mother. The siblings approach their mother alone, realize that she cannot be pardoned, and take their leave, knowing that guilt will be enough of a punishment.
All right...getting close to the end. I have about five more chapters after this...
Hehe, you never realize how long and detailed stories are until you try to give a good synopsis to someone. :D
Write on!
Clove
(Having talked to many of my fellow male authors, I was able to find some aspects that would make a break-out both gripping and still realistic. More are still welcome. :) *hint hint nudge nudge headnod headnod*)
Millis is successful with his escapades, and he makes it to Excellia by plane.
Millis gets the twelfth chapter - Back in Excellia, Millis is forced to face a good bit of his imbalance; he's accustomed to knowing what to do next, but for the first time, he feels completely incapable, especially when he catches word of Syne and Patrya's marriage via media.
Luckily for him, there's already a burning rebellion against Syne, one started by none other than Pleibea herself. His next step set out for him, Millis forces himself to swallow his pride and find the rebel base. Once there, he attempts to convince Pleibea to crash the wedding. She sees no reason to agree (despite the fact that Millis showcases Patrya's excellence in strategy and her agile mind) until Millis mentions the fact that there will be many bigwigs present at the ceremony.
Pleibea seems to be interested in only one - a woman named Vivalee.
Pleibea gets the thirteenth chapter - So...remember that Pleibea has a complicated family history? Welllll...
Flashback time! :)
Once upon a time, Rayz, a rich, flashy, Ironman-esque character, had a love relationship with the world's sole name in fashion - Vivalee, a rich, flashy, Cinna-minus-the-kindness-esque character. The two lived happily for a while, having two children, Jesse and Pleibea, before (...like near all couples who don't know God...) they realized they couldn't live together peacefully. Before the divorce, the question arose as to what was to be done with their two children (Jesse was 12 at the time, Pleibea was 7). Neither parent wanted the responsibility, and the couple decided to put their children in a slave camp, completely disowning them.
All right.
Back to the story.
Pleibea's mad; she still holds a grudge against her parents. Rayz had died not long after the divorce (not sure how yet...any suggestions?), but Vivalee is still productive and famous and rich as chocolate.
For the wedding, Pleibea sets out three teams, the strongest with Millis to claim Patrya, the second as a contingency team, the last consisting of her and Jesse to set things straight with their mother. The siblings approach their mother alone, realize that she cannot be pardoned, and take their leave, knowing that guilt will be enough of a punishment.
All right...getting close to the end. I have about five more chapters after this...
Hehe, you never realize how long and detailed stories are until you try to give a good synopsis to someone. :D
Write on!
Clove
6.10.2013
Outline Part 3
Picking back where I left off...
Patrya gets the seventh chapter - On pins and needles for a day, Patrya is visited by Hyn at two-ish in the morning. He faithfully escorts her down to a Chymean harbor and away from any possible spies. There, Patrya meets Millis, and the three characters discuss the aspects of championship and armies, motives, rewards, histories, etc. etc. etc.
During the whole chapter, Patrya falls "irrevocably and unequivocally" in love with Hyn who agrees to be her champion.
DISCLAIMER:
Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of you who have seen my attempts at romance before are holding your noses at this point and making your ways to the nearest toilet.
Teeheehee, this is better; I promise.
In addition, this romance has a reason beyond base desire; there is true commitment and sacrifice...but I'll leave that for the story... :)
Millis gets the eighth chapter - Hyn fights a Chymean champion. I have yet to really envision this scene in my mind, so any epic duel phrases are welcome. *hint hint nudge nudge headnod headnod*
Basically, Hyn is incapable of defeating the Chymean champion, and yes, he dies.
And yes, it is an awesome death. *wails*
Of course, Millis, unable to see his friend die, goes into a berserk mode (gained by genetic alterations) called "Ragering" and kills Emperor Jeon and a handful of other guards. Dun, dun, duuuh!
Pleibea gets the ninth chapter - We last left her on strike, arrested, nearly killed, but rescued by Syne (who by this time, is clearly the bad guy). When Syne essentially dumps all the slaves back at their slave camps and announces on television that his actions were made to eliminate the threat of civil war, the slaves, led by Pleibea and a few others, go wild with rage. For a second there, they thought they were truly liberated.
Instead, Syne claims himself as Consil, and things go on "as normal." (In case if you haven't been keeping up in this chaotic mess of an outline, Syne is Consil, one Consilship is open, Syne's father is Dibane, and Myreap's father is Dibane.)
But normal isn't quite so...normal. Pleibea is done; she's sick of captivity.
She starts her own miniature rebellion, and off the bat, she's successful.
Patrya gets the tenth chapter - Back in Chymea, Patrya explains that Jeon's successor had imprisoned both her and Millis; she could get no word of what was to be done with them, but at that point in the story, she really doesn't care about anything but the fact that *wails again* Hyn is dead.
A few paragraphs (or is it pages?) after her emotion, Syne visits.
Huh???
What's HE doing there? That's the question on Patrya's mind too. Turns out he wants to *collective gasp* marry her! For a man in his late twenties talking to a teenage girl, he's quite convincing too. He says he wants her hand in marriage and offers her the remaining Consilship as well. Patrya, mentally agile as ever, pulls his bluff, revealing the fact that he only plans to eliminate Myreap's father (who is Dibane) once he is married, leaving Patrya (under him) as Consil, him (under him) as Consil, and his father (also sort of under him as Dibane).
He says too bad, so sad, she'll marry him anyway.
Write on!
Clove
Patrya gets the seventh chapter - On pins and needles for a day, Patrya is visited by Hyn at two-ish in the morning. He faithfully escorts her down to a Chymean harbor and away from any possible spies. There, Patrya meets Millis, and the three characters discuss the aspects of championship and armies, motives, rewards, histories, etc. etc. etc.
During the whole chapter, Patrya falls "irrevocably and unequivocally" in love with Hyn who agrees to be her champion.
DISCLAIMER:
Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of you who have seen my attempts at romance before are holding your noses at this point and making your ways to the nearest toilet.
Teeheehee, this is better; I promise.
In addition, this romance has a reason beyond base desire; there is true commitment and sacrifice...but I'll leave that for the story... :)
Millis gets the eighth chapter - Hyn fights a Chymean champion. I have yet to really envision this scene in my mind, so any epic duel phrases are welcome. *hint hint nudge nudge headnod headnod*
Basically, Hyn is incapable of defeating the Chymean champion, and yes, he dies.
And yes, it is an awesome death. *wails*
Of course, Millis, unable to see his friend die, goes into a berserk mode (gained by genetic alterations) called "Ragering" and kills Emperor Jeon and a handful of other guards. Dun, dun, duuuh!
Pleibea gets the ninth chapter - We last left her on strike, arrested, nearly killed, but rescued by Syne (who by this time, is clearly the bad guy). When Syne essentially dumps all the slaves back at their slave camps and announces on television that his actions were made to eliminate the threat of civil war, the slaves, led by Pleibea and a few others, go wild with rage. For a second there, they thought they were truly liberated.
Instead, Syne claims himself as Consil, and things go on "as normal." (In case if you haven't been keeping up in this chaotic mess of an outline, Syne is Consil, one Consilship is open, Syne's father is Dibane, and Myreap's father is Dibane.)
But normal isn't quite so...normal. Pleibea is done; she's sick of captivity.
She starts her own miniature rebellion, and off the bat, she's successful.
Patrya gets the tenth chapter - Back in Chymea, Patrya explains that Jeon's successor had imprisoned both her and Millis; she could get no word of what was to be done with them, but at that point in the story, she really doesn't care about anything but the fact that *wails again* Hyn is dead.
A few paragraphs (or is it pages?) after her emotion, Syne visits.
Huh???
What's HE doing there? That's the question on Patrya's mind too. Turns out he wants to *collective gasp* marry her! For a man in his late twenties talking to a teenage girl, he's quite convincing too. He says he wants her hand in marriage and offers her the remaining Consilship as well. Patrya, mentally agile as ever, pulls his bluff, revealing the fact that he only plans to eliminate Myreap's father (who is Dibane) once he is married, leaving Patrya (under him) as Consil, him (under him) as Consil, and his father (also sort of under him as Dibane).
He says too bad, so sad, she'll marry him anyway.
Write on!
Clove
6.09.2013
The results of a vacation to the beach...
I lost a fight with him today.
He threw one first; it's him to blame.
He just can't keep a lid on it,
Those surface flairs and heated fits.
All evidence points straight at him,
And yet it's still his final whim
To blame me for the pain I own.
He says I caused my every groan.
Well, this goes out to him alone:
My skin is red; you beat me well.
(Thank God for making aloe gel.)
Why can't you see I'm so displeased?
Sun, just you keep your rays from me.
Write on!
Clove
He threw one first; it's him to blame.
He just can't keep a lid on it,
Those surface flairs and heated fits.
All evidence points straight at him,
And yet it's still his final whim
To blame me for the pain I own.
He says I caused my every groan.
Well, this goes out to him alone:
My skin is red; you beat me well.
(Thank God for making aloe gel.)
Why can't you see I'm so displeased?
Sun, just you keep your rays from me.
Write on!
Clove
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