Elemental Truth – Chapter 7

This entry is part 07 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

Disclaimer;  Elemental Truth, the first of the Elemental Wars books, is in the final stages of editing.  Hope you all enjoy it.

 

Chapter 7

Xin watched from her bedroll as the prince returned to his, a small wooden box in his hands. He pulled out several small old looking scrolls and skimmed over their contents before pulling out a thin chain with a strange amulet on it. He stared at it with that deep frown, his thumb brushing over its face before tucking it into his belt pouch.

“Where did you find those?” Xin asked. He didn’t look her way, though his eyebrow quirked. He unrolled another scroll.

“Upstairs, hidden under a stone.” He shook his head.

“Did a ghost show you where it was?” Xin asked, half teasing. She hesitated. He paled and glanced at her, his dark eyes unreadable. She swallowed, heart hammering in her ears and scanned the large hall. “Are there any floating around right now?”

“No.” He looked back down at the pile of scrolls, brows pulling together, and lifted a small black scroll. “Interesting.” He murmured, unrolling it.

“What is it?” Xin scooted over to get a better look. It was, she told herself, to avoid waking up Rale.

“This is a summons scroll.” Tier said, frowning as he scanned over the contents. “It’s a request to go to meet with the Seeress.”

“Don’t the Nekarians worship her?” Xin asked.

“Some do.” He rolled the scroll tightly and set it in the bottom of the box before returning the other scrolls atop it. “They say she has guided and protected Nekar for a thousand years.”

“Killing any who oppose her.” Xin snorted.

“No.” Tier shook his head. “Her visions have guided our people, sometimes sacrifices must be made.”

“It seems tyrannical to me. What happens if her orders are ignored? Perhaps peace would break out?”

“The Empire could be diminished.” He closed the box, tucking it into his travel pack. He rummaging through the bag, frowning. “She gives orders for the betterment of the Empire. We are just tools.”

“Do you really believe that?” Xin asked. He looked at her, surprised.

“Of course.”

Xin frowned. “If it wasn’t your duty to locate and return living elementals to her, would you kill me?” Xin asked in a low voice. Tier stilled, eyes darting back to his travel sack.

“I would do my duty.” He said slowly. “But if she hadn’t ordered me here, I would not have needed a guide, nor been in this part of the world.” He lifted an unlit torch, stood and went to the torch in the wall, lighting the new one off the old.

“Is that all there is?” Xin swallowed, scrambling to her feet.

“Hmm?” He strode across the room, lifting the torch above his head. Xin followed at a distance. She didn’t want to wake up Rale.

“Duty, is that all there is to you?”

“Mostly.” He glanced down at her then pointed to the mural and set the fresh torch in the empty holder beside the mural. He stepped back, staring up at the wall.

“Mostly?” Xin shook her head. “I would’ve expected to hear tales of court gossip and exploits of the nobility.”

He looked at her and laughed “From Rale, from my brother or sister, yes you’d get an earful. I avoid it personally.”

“Why?”

“Court is a den of backbiting vipers. I don’t have the temperament for it.” He glanced her way. “As you pointed out, I’m a bad liar.” He tipped his head to one side and muttered an oath under his breath, going back to his travel packs. He returned with a folded and travel worn parchment. He lifted it up, eyes flickering back and forth between parchment and mural.

Xin looked at the mural, she’d always loved it. It was of woman holding her multicolored skirts in each hand in what may have been a curtsy. Her face was lost in the shadows and the plaster where her feet were had long ago crumbled. The skirt, though, was brightly colored, dotted with jewels, whispering of another time. Xin glanced at the parchment Tier was holding up and gasped, involuntarily stepping closer.

“You see it too?”

“It’s a map.” She looked up at him. “The mural’s a map!”

“It is, roughly. It’s missing some cities.” He pointed. “Lorn, Hagish, and the capital, and nothing is named. But look up there, those could be cities, they’re not on my map though. How old do you think this is?”

“I’m not sure. Matau had nothing to say about it.” Xin shrugged.

“Probably wasn’t exciting enough.” He said dryly.

Xin nodded, frowning. The colors on the skirt nibbled at her, reminding her of an old rhyme she’d been told long ago. She rubbed her forehead, trying to remember the words.

“Tier, that there,” she pointed to the parchment then to the equivalent on the mural. “That is Dhaul, right?”

“Yes.”

“It’s in blue, see? Delebeg is in brown…”

“So?”

“There was a song we used to sing as children, each elemental had a color assigned to them.” Xin said softly. “Earth was brown, air was white, water blue, fire,”

“Red.” He blinked looking at the map in his hands.

“It shows what regions the elementals occupied.” Xin looked up at him. “Might give you an idea of where you’re going to go next.”

Tier looked at her. “And where will you go?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.” She stared towards the mural. “I haven’t given it much thought yet.”

“Come with us.”

Xin swallowed, unable to meet his eyes. “And eventually meet the Seeress?” She forced herself to look at him. “Who is responsible, ultimately, for my mother being run out, for me being in exile?”

He looked away and shook his head. “I don’t know what to say.” He looked back at her. “My mission, my life depends on me being able to locate elementals, and take them back to her. I can’t change the rules.”

She looked up towards the mural. “What does she want with us?”

“She claimed it was to heal damage from the Elemental War.”

“Claimed?” She frowned. “You doubt it?”

He scowled. “Questioning her can be fatal.”

“I have to think about it.”

“We’d have to go to Delebeg,” Rale’s voice made her jump. “It’s a straight shot from here.”

“I hate the desert.” Tier said folding the parchment and moving back towards their bedrolls.

“Chiron is governor of Delebeg isn’t he?” Rale’s asked.

“He was last I heard. I don’t hear much from that area though. I know he had some sort of uprising near his northern borders.”

“And after Delebeg?”

“Depends on if we locate an Earth Elemental. There are a couple small towns north of Delebeg we can check. After that, I don’t know.”

Xin barely heard Rale’s reply, she studied the mural. There were other colors edging the skirt and then there was the odd blot in the south/bottom part of the dress. Nekar, home of the Seeress. Xin shuddered glancing towards the fire. The men were deep in conversation, discussing other possible places to go, neither seemed to notice her.

She drifted towards the entry, glanced back at the fire one last time before ducking into the now soggy courtyard. She felt the call of the water and struggled to resist it. Everything that had happened, the flash flood, the rocks, crashed down on her. She forced herself to breathe. She wasn’t going to cry, she wouldn’t let herself cry. What was the point?

Matau tried to kill her. She shouldn’t have been surprised, he was one of the first to run her mother out, but Xin was still having a hard time believing it. He would have killed her if Tier hadn’t stepped in the way. She owed him her life. That didn’t sit well with her.

Was that any better a fate than being stoned? It was Tier’s duty to find people like her and turn them over to the Seeress. And if he didn’t… Xin sighed. The seeress was not known for being understanding.

Tier intrigued her. He was the Seeress’s chosen seeker, like the stories whispered in the dunurch late at night. He would do her bidding, and according to the old ones, eventually die in her service.

None survived for long, the old men had said, few could stand being in the Seeress’s presence for long. Fewer still able to walk away from a mission unscathed. She leaned back against a large block that faced the front gates, and stared up at the stars peeking from the clouds. What in the world was she going to do? She pulled her legs up on the rock, wrapping her arms around her legs and propping her chin on her knees. She felt the tears, the sobs, the reality of her awful situation and pressed her forehead against her knees crying.

The storm of tears passed, and she shivered in the chill air. She needed to get back to her bedroll, get some sleep and try to decide in the morning where she was going to go. Something was draped over her shoulders, she looked up blinking in surprise. Tier was standing just an arm’s length away.

“It’s kind of cold out here.” He said adjusting the blanket he’d draped over her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

She shrugged staring up at the moon. “He tried to kill me. He would have too if you and Rale hadn’t…” She gripped the blanket tightening it around her shoulders.

She could almost feel how awkward he must be feeling. She pressed her forehead against her knees again fighting sobs. She felt his hand resting on her shoulder, attempted comfort from a man who would kill her in a heartbeat?

“Rale is asleep again.” He said, the tone of his voice had an odd timbre to it. “Come back inside where it is warmer.” he was gently rubbing her back, the soothing caress was making her drowsy.

“If I go with you, after all this is over, where will I go?” she whispered. She looked at him, barely a shadowy outline in the darkness.

“We’ll figure that out later. Right now you ought to get to sleep.”

“You too.” She said sharply, but she slid off the rock gripping the blanket.

“Possibly.” he said. He followed her back inside and Xin wondered what he saw that she didn’t. When she turned to ask she found herself spun back around to face the fire, his hands steel on her shoulders. “You don’t want to know what I see, Xin.”

~*~

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Elemental Truth – Chapter 6

This entry is part 06 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

Disclaimer;  Elemental Truth, the first of the Elemental Wars books, is in the final stages of editing.  Hope you all enjoy it.

 

Chapter 6

The great Fortress of Dhaul loomed overhead, intimidating and dreary, casting a shadow and a chill over the road coiling towards its gate. Ancient towers spiraled up, their tips hidden in ever present dark and ominous clouds. Like the cracked, carved stones lining the road, they were silent sentinels of another time. An eerie testament of a long gone era.

“Matau told me that it was shaped out of the cliff, not carved nor built.” Xin said, her voice hushed. She nodded towards the fortress. “It was a trade, you see, the water users ended a drought in a northern kingdom, so in return the rock shapers came south and created the fortress for them. The entire summit is a palace.”

“I wonder why Nekar let the fortress fall into ruin. Especially after going to the trouble of aquiring it.” Rale murmured. Tier shrugged.

“General Dyrnos, or one of the history teachers in Lorn could tell you. I never paid that much attention.” Tier pointed at the moss covered stone pillars lining either side of the road, like soldiers ready to march into battle. “Would you want to have those things staring at you every day?”

Rale shook his head. “I don’t like to think our people would be superstitious enough to let that sort of thing bother them.” He patted one of the stones. “They’re just stone, after all.”

Tier shrugged. Every now and then, beneath the underbrush and twining around the pillars, he’d catch sight of wisps, clinging to the broken stones. Things watching them. Perhaps there was a connection between the ghosts and the stones? Part of him wanted to linger and inspect them, another part of him wanted to run as fast as he could.

“What are those stones, anyways?” Rale asked Xin, pointing to a nearby pillar. An ugly face was carved into its surface. “I’ve never seen anything like them before.”

“Matau called them Standing Stones, and said they were here before people came to Dhaul. No one knows what the language is, or who or what put them there. Come on, it’s getting late. I’d rather not be on the road at night.”

“Why not? Worries about ghosts?” Rale asked her.

“There are things that move around in the forest.” She motioned towards the trees. “Some say ghosts, or demons. I’ve never seen anything, but I’ve heard things.” She shuddered. “I prefer not to travel here at night.”

“What do you think, Tier? Think we’ll see anything?” Rale asked.

Tier tried to ignore his cousin’s jabbering.

“Tier sees ghosts.” Rale said. Tier glared at him. It wasn’t something to laugh or joke about. In the wrong company it could get him killed. He never talked about it and wished Rale wouldn’t. “When we were children he swore he saw bodies in the river near the Seeress’s Oracle.”

“Overactive imagination.” Tier said quickly. Xin was looking at him with a frown. “I was a child.”

“So,” she drawled. “You don’t see ghosts?”

“No.” He turned from her.

“The ghosts here are real, not imaginary. They get restless when people come up here.”

“Any idea why?” Rale asked.

Xin was quiet before answering. “The Nekarian army slaughtered everyone inside the palace, once the wall was breached. No one was spared. Elemental, non-elemental. Young, old, male female. It didn’t matter. Everyone died.”

Tier nodded. “That is what happens in war.”

“Their souls are still here.” She turned and continued up the path. “We’d better hurry before it starts raining again.”

Neither of the horses wanted to go anywhere near the front gates that towered over the trees. It took Rale and Tier quite some time to get them on the wide yard in front of the fortress. Xin perched herself on a rock, her knees drawn up under her. When they finally convinced the beasts that it wouldn’t hurt them the light was dimming in the sky. Tier couldn’t see any way to open the gates. He turned to Xin.

“How do we get in?” He asked. Before she could answer, Rale was pushing the reins in Tier’s hand, half stumbling toward the gate.

“Are you seeing this?” He turned, eyes wide. “It’s huge!”

“You, prince, are a horrible liar.” Xin said in a low voice. Tier blinked, looking down at her.

“Why do you say that?” He asked warily. She flashed a grin at him.

“Your eyes. The way you look in the forest, and at the Standing stones… you see the spirits here, don’t you?”

He gritted his teeth, saying nothing. She laughed.

“There are lots of ghosts here. Lots of things here. I don’t envy you.”

“How do we get inside?” He repeated the question. She eyed him, her eyes twinkling. She was laughing at him, he was certain of it.

She pointed towards the wall. “Along that wall is the breach that the Nekarian army used to take the castle.”

“Lets go then.”

Rale hurried over, taking the reins back, rambling about the fortress. The breach appeared to have some minor repair work, but it was never completed. It was wide, high, and both horses were convinced that there was an ogre on the other side, just waiting to eat them. Tier glanced over at Xin.

“Lead the way?”

She stepped through the breach, Rale on her heels. Tier swore under his breath, trying to get the horses through. Once on the other side, they calmed down, though their eyes were wide and their ears pricked forward. They would bolt the minuet he let his guard down.

He barely got a glimpse around, before Xin was directing him to an old stableyard. Once secured inside the horses calmed down and Tier rejoined Xin and Rale near a gaping doorway. The wind picked up as they stepped inside.

The room, an ancient hall, whispered of time. In the torchlight, Tier could make out broken swords, straw, and leaves blown in, littering the floor. The room was empty except for the large fireplace that dominated it. Tier made his way over, frowning at the remnants of a fire. It wasn’t very old. He glanced over at Xin.

“I thought you said people avoided this area.”

“They do.” She moved over and frowned, crouching by the fireplace. “Odd.”

“When you led the other lords up here,” Tier began.

“They wouldn’t come inside.” Xin said. She stood, setting her torch in a stone holder on one side of the fireplace. “Then they insisted on taking the road towards Delebeg.” she stared at the char. “It may have been bandits.”

“I thought you said bandits wouldn’t,” A loud crash drowned out the rest of Rale’s statement. He stared towards the back of the hall. “What was that?”

Tier stood, taking a visual survey of the lower room. Shapes were forming, hazy and indistinct, some were detailed most just the vague outlines of what they used to be. But all of them had the dark shadows for eyes.

“Tier, did you hear that?”

A rumble of thunder shook the palace. Tier almost jumped when he felt the touch to his arm. He looked down at Xin who was staring towards the way they’d come in, her hand rested on his arm. Warmth wiggled through him and he smothered it. Couldn’t read too much into it.

“Wind probably knocked something down my lord.” Xin said, looking sharply at Rale. She sounded as if she were trying to be cheerful. “Over by the entry is fire wood, why don’t you grab it so we can get a fire started.”

Rale nodded and Tier swallowed when his cousin turned and walked through several ghosts to get to the firewood.

“What do you see?” Xin whispered looking up at him.

“Be glad you don’t know.” Tier replied.

It didn’t take long to get the fire going. Xin enlisted Rale as her helper, ordering him to get things and cut up vegetables much to Tier’s amusement. It was, he thought, good for Rale to be away from the comforts of home. Maybe he might do more for himself.

“Why do I have to go get the water?” Rale asked belligerently. Xin looked up at him and his shoulders sagged. Tier was glad that he was not the only one affected by those large, innocent looking eyes. Xin was dangerous and knew it.

“My lord, have you ever cooked a meal before in your life?”

“No.”

“Then you go get the water.”

“You’re mean to him.” Tier said as his cousin stalked off. Xin glanced his way then back down to the makeshift cooking preparation area.

“I don’t have patience for a spoiled royal.” She didn’t meet his eyes. When Rale got back she was far less sharp with him, showing him how to add things to the small flat pot.

They ate in silence, setting up sleeping rolls on the floor near the fire. The storm raged outside. The thunder boomed, lightning lit up the room, shone through windows high up. With each flash he saw the pale figures, standing, staring. He swallowed. One in particular, a noblewoman or an ancient queen, got closer with each flash. He was certain the ancient spirit wasn’t moving. The ghost’s eyes glowed a bright silver, locked on him. He forced himself to lay back, to close his eyes and listen to the sounds of Rale and Xin talking in low voices.

You are not what you seem to be. The voice, hollow and wispy echoed inside his skull. His eyes shot open and saw the ghost floating above his feet. An unearthly wind blew her hair. Her face one minute was narrow, gaunt, with a timeless beauty to her, the next nothing more than a skull. These halls are not for you, Nekarian.

“Hey Tier, where do we go from here?” Rale asked from his sleeping bedroll.

“Hmm?” Tier blinked several times looking over at him. The ghost drifted between them.

“You were insistent on coming here, to Dhaul, now where to?”

“I’m not sure.” Tier shrugged, meeting the gaze of the ghost. “Seeress specified here but gave no suggestions about where we should go after here.”

The haunt stared at him, lips pursed. For a moment, in the flickering lightning he thought a twitch of a smile tugged at her ghostly lips. Then she was gone.
He stared towards the back wall, letting the icy tingles fade away. In the lightning strikes he realized there was a painting on the wall above the old dais. He half sat up frowning, waiting for the next lighting to strike.

“What is it?” Rale asked.

“There’s something painted on that wall.”

“It’s a mural.” Xin said. He looked over at her. She sat cross-legged, her hair down and over one shoulder. “In the light, when there aren’t storms you can get a better view.” She braided her hair quickly and then sat staring at the fireplace. Rale harrumphed and rolled over.

“Gotta sleep.” he muttered.

Tier laid back down half closing his eyes. They were in an unknown place, possibly dangerous. He would doze, but not be fully asleep. Years of training, habit and experience wouldn’t let him. Either way, when he dozed he dreamed; odd, disturbing dreams of both the Seeress and Xin.

When he woke, his heart was pounding loudly in his ears and he felt as if something had made a loud sound. He stared towards the doorway, listening to the rain pouring down outside. It took time before his body had unclenched enough for him to roll over to his other side. Xin was facing him, her eyelashes dark against her pale cheek. Tier bit back a curse and sat up staring into the darkness. The ghosts were gone, except for the queen hovering near the stairs.

He glanced back down at Xin and then to Rale, neither one had moved. He stood and carefully took the torch from its holder and crept over to the regal looking ghost. She smiled, half beauty half skull, turned and drifted up the stairs. He took one last glance towards Xin and Rale before following her up the old wide steps. She led him through the upper levels of the palace, down long ago forgotten passages finally ending up in what was once a wine cellar. She stopped over a black patch on the floor, staring at him.

What is it you seek here? Her voice echoed hollowly in his mind. He felt the presence of other spirits gathering in the room. Many, far more than he could actually see. The air grew chilled and he had to grit his teeth to keep them from chattering.

“Information.” He gritted out. A murmur went through the room, a ghostly whisper tinged with mockery. They didn’t believe him.

Liar. You seek other Elementals.
“Why ask me if you knew already?”

No elementals, besides your water girl, have come here in years. Perhaps they’re all dead.

“Perhaps they are just hiding. Where did the other old fortresses stand? Dhaul is the last I know of.”

The specter became harder even for him to see. Then she was gone. Tier swore under his breath. All the other spirits departed with a howl.

“Just like a ghost. Afraid.” The air in the room went chilly but the Queen did not reappear. Tier stared at the blackened spot on the floor. He looked around the room. Empty except for bits of blackened char and rocks.

There was a great battle here. The queen’s voice echoed in his mind again. For a moment he could hear the sounds of swords clashing, men yelling, the groans and screams of the dying and the relentless and endless clang of two great swords. Briefly he saw the two, fighting over the blackened flagstone.

No one remembers who they were, only that they hated each other, they fought each other and they killed each other right here.

Tier squinted and knelt beside the blackened stone, running his hand over the scorched block. There was a crack. He debated and pulled his belt knife out using it to slide between the flagstones and carefully pry it up. There was a large cache beneath the flagstone with a single small wooden chest. Tire lifted it, and felt a tingling, a release of an ancient ward.

The chest was simple, a basic latch with no lock kept it closed. Dark stains covered the lid and Tier was certain it was blood that had leaked down through the cracks. He replaced the flagstone and stood, finding himself face to face with the queen.

These are the only records left of that time. The queen moved through him and led him back up to the corridor at the top of the stairs. Be careful with them.

 

~*~

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Elemental Truth – Chapter 5

This entry is part 05 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

Disclaimer; Elemental Truth, the first of the Elemental Wars books, is in the final stages of editing. Hope you all enjoy it.

 

Chapter 5

 

Thunder shook the small cabin, jolting Tier from an uneasy dream. He pushed himself up, glancing around the one room. The fire had burned down, leaving long shadows. He could make out the forms of Rale and the old man, and from the sound of it, neither were aware that there was a storm outside. Xin’s sleeping mat was empty. Thunder rumbled again and he got to his feet taking another glance around before ducking out the door, onto the porch. Xin was leaning against one of the posts, and glanced at him as he shut the door.

“The horses are still there,” she said motioning towards the shelter. “They don’t look too pleased.”

“They’re out of the rain, at least.” Tier said. Lightning flashed, and he could make out the shapes of the horses under the shelter.

“True.”

“The road’s on the other side of the stream, isn’t it?”

“Yes. The water runs off quickly, though. We’ll be alright.” She leaned on the railing. “This cabin has been here for a long time and has weathered many a nasty storm.”

“How often do you come up here?” Another flash of lightning illuminated the area and his skin prickled, hair was standing on end as icy fingers clawed up his spine. In the light of the flickering lightning, gathered on the edge of the clearing were the ghosts. Substantial, mostly formed. They were just staring at him with dark hollows for eyes. He ran an impatient hand through his hair, trying to look anywhere but at them, aware of Xin’s close scrutiny.

“When I can get away. It’s far more pleasant on the mountain than down in the village.” She turned towards him. “The next stretch is rough going, you might want to get back to sleep, your highness.”

He nodded looking back towards the stream. As the lightning flickered, he could see the stream, brim full of rushing water, and the insubstantial shapes drifting closer. He forced himself to breathe slowly.

“Shouldn’t you? Seeing as you are the guide?”

She laughed. “I could walk this trail with my eyes closed, your highness.”

“Drop the highness, please. It wears on the ears. I’m just Tier.” He leaned on the railing, staring towards the shapes. They’d rarely been this clear, it worried him. Was he going insane? Or did the Seeress do something to his head? He glanced at Xin. She’d tipped her head to one side.

“The other nobles we brought up here, reminded us all the time that they were ‘Lord’ whatever it was.” She looked towards the stream. “As if they’d break if they weren’t reminded that they were nobility.”

“Titles are an empty comfort.” Tier shrugged. “I’m not my title.”

She nodded slowly. “Goodnight, Tier.” She turned and went back inside.

He was about to follow her but hesitated, staring out at the wispy spirits drifting closer and wavering in the wind.

 

When he finally did get back to his mat it took some time to get back to sleep and his dreams were dark and confusing, fading away rapidly when he woke. Outside birds sang, the horses nickered, and the old man complained bitterly about his sore joints. Tier stared up at the rafters, listening. Xin snapped at the old man, though he couldn’t make out what she said, Matau snarled something back which was followed by a clattering of dishes.

“I wish that old man would lose his voice.” Rale groaned from his bedroll. Tier glanced over at him.

“Just another day, maybe two.” Tier pushed himself up, head feeling stuffed full of straw.

“How do we find out if she’s an elemental?” Rale asked in a low voice. “The old man…”

Tier shrugged. “I have no idea.” He was at a loss. How was he supposed to convince the young woman to leave everything and everyone she knew? He didn’t want to think about what might happen to her once he delivered her and any other elementals he might find, to the Seeress. Pressure against his mind, Xin was doing it again. He scrambled from beneath his blanket but the pressure stopped before he managed to get to the door. He needed to catch her using her powers. It was the only way he could think of to broach the subject.

With a sigh he resigned himself to pack things up. It took little time to repack the night gear and grab the saddles. Rale followed him, tousled and looking blearily around.

“Gods, the sun isn’t even properly up.” he groaned. Running a hand through his hair.

“Bad night?” Tier asked as he made his way over to the horses. Rale followed, hesitantly taking one of the saddles from Tier. Tier watched his cousin fumble with the saddle blanket, pleased. At least he was trying to help instead of complaining. Perhaps there was hope for the nobleman after all.

“Dreams. We were back in the Oracle and the Seeress clawing through my head.” Rale grunted as he lifted the saddle to the horse’s back. “Every time I tried to sleep, it was the same thing. I can still feel it.” He pulled on the girth strap and stepped back with a satisfied grin. The grin turned to a frown as the saddle slid around the barrel of the horse, hanging upside-down. The horse grunted, swinging his head to look at Rale. Tier swallowed a chuckle, patting his cousin’s shoulder.

“Good, for a first try.” Tier moved over to the horse, showing Rale how to fix it.

Laughter from the cooking fire startled him. Tier glanced at Xin, who crouched by the fire, grinning at them.

“Do you realize how backwards that is?” She asked standing up with two plates in hand. “The prince teaching someone how to saddle a horse.” She handed Rale one of the plates.

“Hey, I’ve never done this before, I’ve always had…” Rale halted, blinking several times. Staring at the plate she handed him. “Eggs? Where’d you get eggs?”

Xin handed Tier the other plate. “Bird nest, kind of lucky, I thought all the birds had already hatched their eggs.”

Rale looked down at the eggs, prodding them with one finger. “These were going to hatch?”

“If I hadn’t gotten to them? Yes, most likely.” She smiled at him. “Enjoy.”

Tier hastily made his way to the porch, snickering at the horrified look on Rale’s face.

“He would be helpless if he were out here by himself.” Xin commented as she went back to the fire. Tier watched her. Water user, cook, guide, smartass. For a brief moment he wondered what she would look like in finery befitting a Lady of the court and squashed that thought. With her large blue-gray eyes, pale complexion, and dark hair, he had no doubts she would catch the attention of most of the nobles. Just the idea made him uneasy. He ate his food silently, forcing himself to look at anything, anywhere but their guide and her grandfather who scowled at him from his seat across the fire.

“Knowing that a little bird was going to hatch from this…” Rale said as he came over perching himself on one side.

“Rale, eat it, and be glad it isn’t boot leather.” Tier advised.

 

The road twisted around old washouts, downed trees, and boulders that had been carried from higher up the mountain by flash floods. Matau and Xin led them up to a steep gully gashed into the mountain. The road ran along the side of it.

“Come on.” Matau growled limping down the bank and into the gully itself. He half turned scowling at them. “What are you waiting for?”

Tier glanced towards Xin. She was rooted on the bank, looking up the gully.

“Matau, let’s go to the bridge up further. It’d be safer.” She pointed at the dark clouds higher up the mountain. “I don’t like the look of those clouds.”

“It would take longer, Xin. I’m tired, that road is rockier than this stream bed. Come on.” Matau was almost to the middle of the gully. Rale stepped into it. Tier glanced back at Xin.

“He’s right. It is faster.” She looked up the gully. “I hate it when he’s right. Come on.”

“You don’t look like you believe he’s right.” Tier said. She looked at him, nibbling her lower lip.

“Just be cautious.” She shrugged and picked her way down the bank into the gully. Tier glanced towards the clouds and followed.

They’d almost reached the point Matau said they’d need to climb to get back to the road when he heard a low rumble. Xin swore.

“Get out of the stream, now!” She stood in the center of the gully, staring up the stream. Tier was aware of the others scrambling up the bank. Water rushing downstream made the ground rumble beneath his feet. Tier grabbed the young woman’s arm intending to haul her up the river bank, but she batted his hand away.

“It won’t hurt me.” She mumbled, barely audible over the roar of the water. Tier stared at the water, mind numb. Xin lifted a hand, palm facing the wall of water. “Stop.”

The water paused, rippling. Tier blinked several times, aware of Rale yelling from the bank.

“Go around.” Tier barely heard her say it, but the water lurched to their right, pouring around them, taking the rocks, trees and other debris with it. Tier backed towards the bank, tugging at Xin’s arm. She stepped backward, hand still out, not looking away from the water.

“You’re a water elemental!” Rale said in a hushed voice when they joined him and Matau on the road.

Xin lowered her hand, her face pale as she looked at the old man.

“You…” Matau’s voice wavered. “You’re just like your mother.”

Tier rested his hand on the Xin’s shoulder. He didn’t need her running off now, they’d never be able to find her, she knew the area too well.

“Are you going to dispense justice then?” Matau, glared openly at Tier. “You should! She’s an elemental!”

“She’s your grandaughter!” Rale exclaimed, stepping towards the old man.

“That didn’t stop him when he went after my mother.” Xin looked up at Tier.

Matau swore. “You’re no kin of mine!” He threw the bag of coins to the ground at her feet.

“Matau,” Xin’s voice tugged at Tier.

“She just saved our lives, old man.” He snapped. Matau raised his walking stick, using it to point at Tier.

“The laws you enforce, that your people laid upon us, must be kept! How long before she does something to kill one of us? They’re inhuman, possessed!” He turned, waving his cane. “Get you gone, your highness, and take the demon with you. I have no granddaughter. I had no granddaughter!”

Tier dropped his hand.

“Are you going to kill me then?” She turned, looking at him. She crossed her arms.

“We actually,” Rale faltered, looking back and forth between them. “Uhm…”

“I need your help.” Tier said cautiously. She was glancing toward the trees, planning to make a run for it. He didn’t want to frighten her into running off. A crazy part of him wanted her to willingly go with them.

She frowned at him. “What kind of help?”

“I’ve been ordered by the Seeress to locate elementals.” The silence was broken only by the horses and the distant voice of the old man cursing them all.

“Why?”

“She didn’t say.” Tier glanced towards stream.

“You don’t question the Seeress. You do as she says.” Rale said quickly. “We’re supposed to find one of each, and bring them back to her.”

“And then what? What happens to them?” Xin looked back and forth between them.

“I don’t know.” Tier admitted. She looked away.

“If I go with you…”

“Just a traveling companion.” He watched her expression flicker from wary to angry, concerned, frightened. “I still need to get to the fortress.”

“Why?”

“Orders.” He said it before he thought, but he felt a twinge in his mind. Had his mind been tampered with? The Seeress was crawling around in his head back at the oracle. Had she left orders? He inwardly shuddered at the thought. Xin frowned at him. Tier didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. A loose strand of her hair had come loose from the bun, and fell across her face. It was distracting. He resisted the urge to push it behind her ear.

“I’ll go with you, as far as the fortress.” She said. She turned, pushing the offensive strand back behind her ear, and glanced back at him. “We keep following the road, gentlemen.”

Rale handed him the bag of coins Matau dropped. “That didn’t quite go as planned.”

Tier glanced at his cousin. “We had a plan?”

Rale scowled. “Figuratively speaking.” He led his horse past Tier.

Tier watched Xin for a moment, fascinated by the way she moved; the sunlight on her hair. He smothered a sigh. He was distracted. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. Not with the Seeress breathing down his neck, not with an impossible mission to complete. He took a few steps, still watching her, his horse butting his shoulder impatient to get moving.

“I’m an idiot.” he muttered under his breath.

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Elemental Truth – Chapter 4

This entry is part 04 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

 

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Chapter 4

The old fortress road snaked back and forth up the side of the mountain, doubling back on itself several times. It was overgrown with pines, conifers, and an assortment of underbrush Tier was unfamiliar with. The road leveled out for about a quarter of a league before coming to a large pillar with carvings in a language he’d never seen before. The road they were on continued, disappearing over a rise. A smaller road, little more than a game trail shot off from the main one, twisting up the steep rise.

“What do those markings mean?” Rale asked Xin. She glanced toward the pillar and shrugged.
“I have no idea.” She pointed towards the game trail. “We go that way.”

Rale groaned. The trees were so close together and the branches so low they’d have to dismount and lead their horses through.

“Why?” He asked. Tier shook his head.

Xin half turned. “You want to get to the fortress, correct?” She pointed. “It’s at the top of the mountain. This is the only road to it.”

“The other road…”

“Takes you to Delebeg, past the path of the bandits.” The old man said, his voice impatient. “Xin, Slow down.”

Tier choked back a chuckle when the woman increased her pace.

“What was that Matau? I can’t hear you.” She paused by a tree and leaned against it. She inclined her head as Tier got closer.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked. She shrugged.

“When he starts complaining, you’ll want to put as much distance between your ears and his mouth as you can.” she said, glancing towards Rale and Matau.

“You might want to give them a hand. That horse isn’t going to cooperate.”

Tier sighed, looking back. The old man and Rale were unsuccessfully trying to move the horse past a tree leaning over the trail. The beast was having none of it, jerking his head and pulling back. Tier handed the reins of his horse to Xin and picked his way back down the trail, removing his cloak as he went. When he reached the horse, he gently slid it over the frightened beast’s eyes from behind. The horse stiffened, body trembling and Tier spoke to it, taking the reins from Rale and urging the beast forward. It took a hesitant step forward, then another. Once they were past the tree stump he removed the cloak and handed the reins back to Rale.

“Show off.” Rale grumbled. Tier barely cast a glance his way, climbing back up the path. Xin was staring, wide eyed at his horse who was nuzzling at her.

“Is it going to bite me?” she whispered hoarsely.

Tier took the reins and shook his head. “No. He’s just being friendly.” He took a couple steps up the trail, glancing down at her. Her eyes were still wide. “Are you coming?”

Her eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. She pushed from the tree, moving past him and his horse, shooting him a dark look. He waited till she passed him to smile.

She wasn’t joking about Matau’s complaining. Everything was subject to being bitched about. From the weather, to the village to Nekar, and even the Seeress, the man was both a drain on the ears and well of information. Though most of it was twenty years old and the subjects were long dead and buried. His voice echoed off the trees and rocks as they neared the sheer cliffs at the base of the mountain, the shadows growing long and the sky turning a pale orange.

Against the base of the cliff was a small cabin facing the narrow stream. Tall pines blocked out much of the sky on the sharp slope, far too thick to see through. Tier took over taking care of the horses as his guides prepared the dinner. Rale hovered by the food, as if unsure of what to do next. Tier paused in his ministrations of the horses to watch Xin hand Rale a deep pan and told him to get some water. The silence was telling.

Rale stared at her, glancing down at the pan in his hands and looked back up at her.

“What?” She rested her hands on her knees, crouched and balancing on the balls of her feet. “The stream is right over there, go fill that.”
“Me?” His voice spoke volumes.

Xin narrowed her eyes, shooting a look at Tier. “Is he kidding?”

Tier shook his head, pulling the saddle and sweat soaked saddle blanket from Rale’s mount. “You should have seen the look on his face the first night we had to sleep on the ground.”

She looked back at Rale. “You walk over to the stream, dip the pan in it then bring it back here, full of water.”

Rale turned stiffly, shooting some very ugly looks Tier’s way, and did so. Tier finished with Rale’s horse, moved on to his, only half listening to the endless complaining of the old man. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a pale mist, drifting between the trees just beyond the treeline. His horse and Rale’s stilled, nickering softly, ears flicking back and forth. Tier ignored it, focusing on his horse, a fine war-bred beast that had taken him through many a battle.

He couldn’t avoid seeing it when he returned to the cabin with the saddles. Up the path they were to take in the morning, tendrils of mist crept down, towards the clearing. He hesitated on the porch. On either side of the path were old stones, carved in a similar fashion to the crossroads pillar. The mist kept distance from the stones. Deeper in the forest, as the shadows grew even longer, he saw the silvery shapes forming, and more mist crept down the path. He forced himself to look towards the stream, to ignore the tendrils of mist creeping into the clearing.

“Tier can I have a word with you?” Rale asked, he looked a touch disgruntled.

“Having fun?”

Rale snorted. “Why do we need guides?” he hissed. “You’re more than capable of getting us to the Fortress.”

Tier glanced towards the fire where Matau crouched, setting the tri-legged spider over the crackling flames. Xin handed him things to put into the pot. Her braided hair hung over one shoulder the end just above the dirt and she fiddled with it absently, staring back the way they’d come.

“The Seeress wanted us to start our search here, for a reason.” Tier said slowly. He looked back at Rale. “I think she knew something.” Rale shook his head.

“You think she’s an elemental?”  He hissed. “You do, don’t you?”

Tier hesitated. “I think there’s a chance she is. You heard what the old man said, her mother was a water elemental.”

Rale nodded, glancing back at their guides. “How do we…” he trailed off and looked at Tier. “What do we do next?”

“I don’t know. Wait and see.” Tier shrugged and pushed into the cabin, setting the saddles on the floor just inside the door. “What else can we do?”

 

 

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Elemental Truth – Chapter 3

This entry is part 03 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

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Chapter 3

The modest two level house sat atop a steep bluff overlooking the village to the south and the ocean to the east. A path along the side of the cliffs led to the beach below. In the back of the house was a small building and a grove of trees. Xin met them on the porch, nodding and pointing around back.

“The barn is back there, gentlemen.” She said meeting Tier’s gaze.

“Xin.” Matau’s voice was wearing on Tier’s ears. The man rattled on about people and scandals that meant nothing to him.

“This way.” Xin motioned them to follow, stepping from the porch without a glance back. She led them to the shed, which was surrounded by a fence in dire need of repair.

“Does he always talk that much?” Tier asked. Xin glanced up and him and grinned.

“Just think, your highness, three or four days of that.”

“Gods help us.” Tier muttered.

“Try living with it.” She snickered.

Tier led the horses into the small yard, making sure it was going to be secure enough. With the talk of bandits he wondered if there were any reports of raids. Behind him, Rale was attempting some small talk. Tier shook his head, his cousin had a lot to learn about traveling incognito.

“This place could use some work.” Rale commented.

“Matau’s too old to do the repairs, he won’t let me do it, and no one will come do them for us.” Xin shrugged. “So it falls apart.”

“Why won’t any anyone come up to help?” Rale asked. Xin stared at him. “Is it too far up the hill?”

Tier turned back to his horse, pulling the saddle and blanket from it’s back, and giving him a good scratch. The warhorse grunted, appearing to enjoy the attention. He listened for Xin’s response. The silence stretched, broken only by the nickering of the horses.

“None of your business.” Xin said.

Tier glanced around in time to see her walking back across the yard to the house. He frowned. It started sprinkling as they were coming up the hill, yet her clothes were dry. He stared. He wasn’t exactly soaked, but was a bit more moist than he liked. Xin’s clothes weren’t even wet. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I was just trying to be friendly.” Rale said, interrupting his thoughts.

“After insulting her in the dunarch? Not a wise move, Rale.”

Rale opened his mouth then closed it. Tier shot him a dark look and pointed towards the other horse, still saddled. “It’s your turn to take care of your horse.”

They set their packs on shelves in the entry and stepped into the main room. It was cozy, a table set against a window, and a couple of wicker chairs. Against the back wall was a steep set of stairs going up to the upper level. Over near the stove were two simple narrow cots with coarse wool blankets folded neatly beside thin pillows. Matau took a seat at the table and motioned them over. Sitting in front of him was a large sand tray which he tapped. Tier smiled, he’d seen these in other out-laying regions of the empire, a tray about a finger deep that was used to draw out maps. Parchment, paper, those things were for the elite, the rich. Far too expensive for the commoners.

“This is the path up the mountain,” Matau used a gnarled finger to draw in the sand. “It gets steep and winds through trees and by cliffs.”

“And the bandits?” Rale was asking.

“Some say they live in caves near the Vourn road that takes you to Delebeg.” Matau said. “They avoid the Keep itself, but will attack anyone who looks like they’d be carrying anything of value.” He peered at Rale. “The keep is haunted, and they usually avoid it.”

“That’s what you said.” Rale looked doubtful.

“Aye, and it’s true! The spirits are not friendly, not happy.” Matau sniffed. “Most men disbelieve until they’re faced with the vengeful souls of the keep.”

“Some say the ghosts get hungry at night.” Xin added in a dramatic voice, passing by with a couple travel bags. She tossed them into the entryway and wiped her hands. “They say at night, you can hear the screams the murdered souls.”

“Murdered?” Tier asked.

“When Nekar took the Keep.” Matau pinned an unfriendly look at him. “Many innocents died that day.”

“Pshaw, superstition.” Rale snorted. “They probably just heard the wind in their sleep.”

“There are far too many accounts of the ghosts, my lord, for it to be just superstition.” Xin said with a sniff.

“I was taught that Dhaul was the seat of power for the Water Elementals back before the Elemental war.” Tier said. “That was generations ago.”

“True. But their legacy lives on, your highness. In the descendants of the survivors.” Matau stabbed a finger in the direction of the mountain. “They ruled from up there. They say that in the valley and along the coast, there were never floods nor droughts. Always enough rain, not too much, not too little. And they joined the other elementals in battling against the Seeress. That’s why the Nekarian Emperor attacked. The elementals were far too dangerous and conspiring against the Seeress. So they came and wiped out the elementals.” He sniffed. “They’re all gone now, no more elementals. Funny, last year a couple men came from Nekar asking about the fortress and the Elementals.” He peered at them, brows pulling together. “You aren’t looking for any, are you?”

“They’re extinct. You could look your whole life and not find any. Right?” Tier asked sitting back.

“Mostly.” The old man leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspirators whisper. “But every few generations one will crop up. Oh we find them, eventually. They can never hide for long. When we do, we dispatch them.” He leaned back nodding.

“Dispatch?” Rale frowned. “Kill them, you mean.”

“Nekarian law.” Xin said softly. “No elementals are allowed to live. Surely you of all people are aware of this.”

Rale opened his mouth and closed it again. He looked baffled. Tier almost felt sorry for him.

“Rules are the rules. In fact,” Matau gave a bark of humorless laughter, pointing in Xin’s direction. “Her mother was one.”

Tier looked at her startled. She scowled but met his gaze. The rain hadn’t touched her. Could she be a water elemental?

“They chased her out of town with rocks.” She said blandly. “Swift justice, though they couldn’t catch her.”

“What happened to her?” Tier asked.

“She went into the sea and never came back out.” Matau sniffed again. “They say there are other elementals. That they crop up in the old regions their ancestors were from.”

“Interesting.” Tier tried to feign indifference. Xin was staring at him with narrowed eyes.

“So you are just going to look at the Keep?” She asked.

“Imperial business.” Rale said quickly. “No need to worry.”

“Imperials? On the road with no guards? I’m still finding that hard to understand” She said. “Isn’t it a bit dangerous for imperials, especially the royal household, to travel without a guard?”

“Have you ever heard of the Youskin Charge?” Rale asked, a touch of aggravation in his voice. He pointed at Tier. “He doesn’t need a guard.”

Xin’s eyebrows arched as she looked at him. “Impressive.”

“You don’t seem that impressed.” Rale said petulantly. Tier chuckled, he couldn’t help it.

“Rale,” Tier began.

“Should I be milord?” Xin leaned forward. “Aside from traveling like poor peasants…”

“Xin.” Matau barked.

“Yes Matau?” She asked sweetly, wide eyed. They locked gazes in what Tier guessed was a frequent contest.

Matau glared. “Are the provisions ready?”

“I think so.” She leaned against the counter and addressed them, looking at Tier as she spoke. “It’s a day and a half up the mountain to the Fortress, I could walk it in my sleep. But if you don’t know the way, you’ll never find it. The old roads have been overgrown, the new ones aren’t well traversed in this area, and the bandit issue is very real. They usually stay on the other side of the keep, but they have been known to come closer to the village. I hope you know how to use the swords you wield, you’re going to need them.”

Tier kicked Rale before he could jump on the comment. She was being serious.

“How do you manage?” He asked.

“They’ve never bothered me.” She shrugged.

“They’re still afraid of her mother.” Matau added. Xin rolled her eyes.

“At least they look the part of the seasoned travelers, unlike the last two. Well at least he does.” she nodded towards Tier. She looked at Rale. “He’d be dragon fodder…”

“Xin.” the warning tone from Matau. She flashed a smile at them. “I suggest you get some sleep gentlemen. It’s a steep walk. Goodnight Matau, gentlemen.” She turned and made her way towards the stairs.

Tier watched her and looked back at the sand tray, barely hearing Rale and Matau. When they finished Tier excused himself, to check on the horses and to think.

The rain had stopped, and the clouds thinned. Down the hill the village was quiet and dark. In the distance waves crashed onto an unseen beach. The rising moon cast dark shadows, giving the place an eerie, abandoned air.

Towering above him, a great dark shadow against the velvet sky, was the ancient Fortress of Dhaul, hereditary home of the Water Elementals. Except for the odd phenomena of no water on Xin, nothing he’d seen indicated the presence of any elementals in this region. Not in the other villages they’d passed through, not in this one. Why had the Seeress pointed him in this direction? He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This was crazy. He’d been taught from childhood that there were no more elementals, he’d never given the rumors he’d heard a second thought. It wasn’t possible, everyone knew that. Yet the Seeress said there were hidden elementals. Hiding and waiting to strike. If there were, why hadn’t his tutors told him about it? They taught what the Seeress taught them. It didn’t make sense, none of it did. If he hadn’t given his word he’d walk away from it. But he had, and it was far different thinking back of the meeting with the Seeress than it was being there.

He was about to go back to the house when he heard a sound. A door opening, perhaps? A figure darted from behind the house and down the narrow pathway towards the bluff. He followed at a distance, silently. It was Xin, and she made her way down the path as one who had done so many times. He hesitated following her as she went towards the beach. A rendezvous perhaps? Secret lover? He shook his head. None of his business. He was about to go back to the house when he felt something, a pressure pressing against his head, a ripple through his mind. Similar to what he’d felt in the Seeress’s presence. He halted, trying to pin point where it came from.

He felt it again, coming from the direction of the beach. He crouched, edging toward the bluff, looking down at the beach. She had dropped the cloak, her long skirt and pale shirt glowing in the moonlight. She reached up and fiddled with her hair, which fell loose. Tier felt the sensation again and for a brief moment it looked like a wave surged upwards towards her, hesitated a heartbeat, then crashed against the sand. Tier scooted closer shaking his head.

“Impossible.” He startled himself saying it aloud. His heart pounded and he half expected her to turn around and see him, though he was certain he hadn’t been heard over the crashing waves. The water did it again. And again, each time accompanied by the pressure in his head. He didn’t know how, but he was certain Xin was controlling the water.

The realization crashed over him. She was a water elemental. His mind went numb. By law he should have her put to death. By the Seeress’s command he needed to convince her to go with him and Rale. He watched her as she lifted her arms over her head again, a large circular blob of water lifted and then floated through the air, matching the movements of her hands. He should be repulsed, put off, angered but instead he watched fascinated. He shook himself, crept back to the house.

He hesitated in the entry, gathering himself, trying to sort his thoughts. When he joined Rale at the table, his cousin frowned at him. Asking him where he’d been. Tier just shook his head, Matau’s unfriendly gaze on them. Their guide was a water elemental, and he had no idea how to convince her to accompany them.

 

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Elemental Truth – Chapter 2

This entry is part 02 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

 

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Chapter 2

 

It took them three weeks traveling along the southern trading route to get to the coast of Lorn. Another three weeks of travel, following the winding north road, brought them to the village of Dhaul. Once guarded over by the Fortress of Dhaul, a center of commerce, it had dwindled to a modest fishing village nestled between the ocean and the towering Dhaulation Mountains. The steep foothills looked, from a distance, blanketed by a sea of soft greens.

The village itself clustered around the old trading route road which switched from paved road to wide dirt path, winding through the southwestern territories of Nekar. In the center of the village was the market. Central hub of activity. Locals spread their wares to sell, hoping to catch the attention of the rare passersby. Tier stopped by a wagon filled with assorted fruits and vegetables, and glanced around. Though the villagers were continuing their usual activities, they were all watching him and Rale closely. Tier sighed. They were supposed to look for elementals here?

“Is that the fortress?” Rale pointed towards the southern granite face that towered over the valley. Tier could make out towers brushing the underside of dark clouds. He turned to the merchant, but the man was already speaking.

“We’ll have rain before nightfall, gracious lords.” He lifted a fruit, offering it to Rale. “Fruit’s the first off the tree, the very best!”

“What is that?” Rale took the fruit.

“Starfruit, only grows in this region.” Tier said absently. “How much?”

“For you, gracious lord, ’tis free.” The man bowed.

“I can’t take your wares without proper payment, good sir.” Tier pulled a coin out. “It’s not fair to you.”

The man’s eyes widened at the sight of the coin. “I will take no payment, gracious lord, but a donation would not be refused.”

“A donation then.” Tier handed him the coin and motioned toward the mountains. “Is there a pathway up to the Keep?”

The merchant frowned, tucking the coin into an inner pouch of his coat. “There is, but the way is dangerous, and overgrown. The imperials stopped patrolling that section of the road. There is a guide, though, he takes in travelers and takes people up the road. He’s never lost anyone.”

“Where would we find him?” Tier glanced around, the curious stares of the nearby villagers was unnerving, they needed to get out of sight before things turned ugly.

“Well, there is a dunurch up the road.” The merchant pointed. “The guide can often be found there. He’s a surly gossip, though.”

“I’ll consider myself warned.” Tier inclined his head as the merchant bowed, and steered Rale back towards the horses.

“A what?” Rale hissed as they walked away.

“A dunurch, it’s something like a restaurant or eating hall.” Tier said, glancing around the seemingly busy road. They had no guards, nothing to hint that they were more than just travelers passing through. The villagers sensed they were different. Eyes followed their every move. Tier untied his horse and motioned Rale to follow.

“They’re nosy.” Rale said.

Tier nodded. “We’ll stop at the dunurch and figure out where to go from here.”

“Do you have any idea what we are looking for?”

Tier shook his head and was several steps in front of Rale before he realized his cousin had halted. He half turned.

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

“We’ll discuss it over dinner.” Tier glanced around. “We’re drawing a crowd out here.”

He ignored Rale’s grumbles behind him. His cousin didn’t grasp the necessity of keeping his head down. He was far too used to the perks of his station. Tier doubted he’d ever traveled without an entourage or guard, except for the trip to the Oracle. In the outlaying provinces of the Empire, unless there was a guard, it wasn’t wise to announce your affiliation with the Imperial household. Resentment still ran deep. Though it had been over four hundred years since the storming of the fortress and the acquisition of Dhaul into the Empire, these people could relate the battle account as though it happened yesterday.

The dunurch was unnamed, probably a meeting place everyone knew about. They tied up their horses and Tier led the way. It was a wide, circular building, round low tables with cushions spaced in a circular pattern. The Dunurch Keeper hurried over, a thin aging man who bowed low, staring at Tier for an uncomfortable moment before his eyes widened and blood drained from his face.

“Your…your highness…”

“Please, no titles. We just need a table and light.”

“This way, most gracious lords.” The man bowed and turned walking stiffly around tables.

The cushions were worn and stained. Tier glanced at Rale’s dubious expression and settled on his.

“They don’t bite Rale.” Tier said. Rale started to say something then shook his head and cringed as he lowered himself to the stained cushion.

“I should have told her no thanks.”

“Do you think she would have taken that answer?” Tier asked. The Dunurch Keeper set a tray with an elaborate silver teapot and several little silver cups.

“The meal is a tasis over grain and steamed vegetables, is this acceptable?” The man was actually wringing his hands together.

“Sounds great.” Rale made a dismissal gesture and leaned forward, squinting at the shiny table top. “It looks clean.”

“Rale.” Tier scowled as the Dunurch Keeper stiffly walked towards the kitchen.

“Tier this place is filthy.”

“Do you want to sleep in the rain?” Tier asked, pulling a map out of his vest.

“No.” Rale said after a long pause. “I don’t want to die of sickness from bad food though.”

Tier poured tea into a small cup and handed it to Rale. “Then be nice to the people who give you food, here. The Empire isn’t exactly trusted in the outer territories.”

“Hmm. What next?”

Tier poured himself some of the tea, sipping it and glancing around the dunurch. They were the only guests, aside from the young woman and an older man sitting in the far corner of the room, speaking low in the local in the local rough dialect. No threat. He unfolded the map and set the tea to one side.

“She sent us here for a reason,” He said, tapping the map.

“Why?” Rale leaned forward, voice hushed. “Our likelihood of returning home alive is not good, Tier. There are no…” He sat back as several plates were deposited in front of them. “There are no more…”

“There were rumors around Jaktor that there were pockets of elementals hiding north of the mountains.” Tier said. “I didn’t give them much thought, until meeting the Seeress.” He finished his tea, folded the map away and motioned to the plates of food. “This doesn’t look half bad.”

They ate quickly and spoke little. Regulars began filing in, lightning lit up the sky, and each time the door opened a rush of cool moist air accompanied the new guests. As the Dunurch Keeper cleared the table Tier watched the young woman and old man in the far corner; both looked uneasy as the tables around theirs filled up.

“Good sir,” Tier lifted his hand, catching the attention of the Dunurch Keeper. “we’re looking for guides up the mountain.” Tier said. The Dunurch Keeper gestured toward the pair in the corner.

“Matau and his granddaughter know the mountain paths to the Keep, and beyond, better than anyone else.” He said. “You’d be wanting lodging too?”

“There’s an inn?” Rale said. The man shook his head.

“Matau.” The Dunurch Keeper waved him over and turned back to them. “He’s a gossip and Xin is a bit strange. But they have taken many up the mountain to the fortress and back safely and they take in lodgers. They’re the only ones who will.”

Tier nodded, watching the pair make their way over. The old man leaned heavily on his cane while the young woman followed behind at a distance. Her blue-gray eyes flickered over Tier and Rale, not quite meeting his gaze, before looking towards the Dunurch Keeper. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun with two carved wooden hair-sticks in it. Though not very tall, there was something very peculiar about the way she stood, hands gripping the hem of her too-large tunic. She glanced back up, meeting Tier’s gaze then looked away. Oddly shaped blue eyes and the pale skin, Tier was intrigued. She didn’t fit in.

“Tis too late to go up the mountain.” The old man said, his words slurred. He settled on a cushion with a grunt, jabbing at the cushion between him and Tier. “Xin, sit.” She sat, keeping her eyes lowered.

“Shall I bark too, Matau?” She asked, her voice low.

“Hush, girl. The road to the fortress is steep, and dangerous.”

“Howso?” Rale asked.

“Bandits, spirits, wild animals.” Matau shrugged.

“How long do you plan on staying up in the Fortress?” Xin asked.

“A day or two,” Tier shrugged. “Then on to Delebeg.”

The Xin and Matau exchanged a dubious look. “There are outlaws in the forests beyond the fortress. Since there are so few Imperial Patrols in this area, they gather in those mountain passes, robbing those passing through.”

“Tier…” Rale began. Their perspective guides gasped in unison.

“Prince Tier?” Xin asked, staring at him with wide eyes. Tier inclined his head, shooting a dark glare at Rale. He was going to have some strong words with his cousin. She shook her head. “What is an imperial Prince doing in the backwoods sticks of the empire? Without a guard?”

“None of your business, girl.” Rale snapped.

“Personal curiosity.” Tier said. They needed these two, to guide them up the mountain. He’d rather have a guide than fumble through unknown, possibly hostile territory.

Xin’s eyes narrowed. “If we’re going to be guiding both your lordships up the mountain, knowing who we’re dealing with is my business, my lord.” She leaned forward, pinning Rale with an unfriendly stare. “I’m not going to risk my neck if you two are going to put us in danger, I don’t care who you are. Your highness.”

“Xin.” Matau rested his hand on her shoulder, knuckles white. “Go make sure the cots are prepared for our esteemed guests.”

She looked at him, her expression hard. She stood, gave a stiff bow, and left.

“Forgive my granddaughter, she has a sharp tongue.” Matau sighed. “However, she’s right, your lordships. Is the danger worth the coin?”

“Our business will bring neither you nor your people danger, good sir. ‘Tis a personal interest in the fortress that brings us here.” Tier said smoothly.

“It’s a day and a half one way. There is a small cabin on the side of the mountain we stay in overnight. The weather is changeable.”

“Your price?” Rale asked.

Matau named an amount and Rale made a noise that Tier wasn’t sure if he was amused or annoyed. Tier nodded.

“Half now,” Tier set the money on the table. “Half on our arrival at the fortress.”

Matau’s eyes narrowed. He hit the table with a fist. “Done.”

 ~*~

The next chapter will be posted Tues, June 10th.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

(c) 2014 Necia Phoenix

There might be some formatting adjustments as I figure this out, please bear with me.
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Elemental Truth – Chapter 1

This entry is part 01 of 37 in the series Elemental Truth

Disclaimer;  Okay folks, here it is, Elemental Truth, first of the Elemental Wars stories. It is in the final stages of editing. Hope you all enjoy it.*

Disclaimer #2; the most current version of this is up over at Wattpad. While I have been working on it, right now it’s in limbo as I wrap up other things. Thank you.

She was a beautiful devil, and she held us in the palm of her hand. ~ Emperor Tousan year 20

Chapter 1

Oracle of the Seeress of Nekar; year 1028 of the Empire of Nekar

Tier stared down the steep hill at the cluster of buildings in the valley below, not feeling the heat of the afternoon sun. He fingered the small black scroll, sighing. One didn’t ignore a summons from the Seeress, no matter who he was. He urged his horse on ignoring the chills creeping up his spine.

The Oracle of the Seeress was a complex of buildings, nestled in a narrow valley between snowcapped mountain ranges. Half the complex was dedicated to the local god, whose name escaped him. The other half was the home of the Seeress, last of the Spirit Elementals.

A cold breeze whipped up the path, passed through him. His horse sidestepped, nickering before inching forward. In the courtyard below, priests of the local god had spotted him and waved. He raised his hand in greeting and shook himself. Just a meeting with the Seeress.

The wind grew colder and he felt a heavy pressure building at his temples. It was almost enough to make him halt. With a near audible snap, the pressure was gone, and he again felt the wind, though now it was warm on his cold skin. His horse side-stepped and balked, ears flat on his skull.

“You’ve faced worse than this, old friend.” Tier murmured, patting the warhorse’s neck. “You don’t even have to speak to her, that’s my job.” The horse snorted, pranced in place. “Come on.”

Step by step, he coaxed the horse through the open gates, and once inside it shifted uneasily. The priests who’d been waving at him were nowhere to be seem. Tier frowned as he patted his horse’s neck, looking around. He was reluctant to dismount, taking in his surroundings. Three sides were a covered walkway. A tall, arching doorway gaped at him. It probably lead into the main Oracle. The south wall was a square doorway, with the doors wide open. A stable walkway, horses poked their heads out of their stalls looking in his direction. Beyond the walkway was a corral which he’d seen from up the pass.

The arching doors swung open and several priests came out; their long gray robes looked hot. The bottom hem was frayed and knotted with strands of colorful ribbon. The symbolism was lost on Tier. He was not a religious man. A strong, hot wind kicked up, and their robes billowed and snapped around them. Tier’s horse snorted, sidestepped again and rolled his eyes at the sound.

“Your Highness, we have been waiting for you.” A wrinkled, stooped priest, with a long gray beard, reached up to grip the warhorse’s bridle, rubbing its nose gently. His beard wagged above his toes which peeked out from beneath his robes.

“Where is the messenger we sent?” The priest peered up, squinting. Tier sighed.

“He was killed in a scuffle with bandits along the way.” Tier said, he pulled the small bag of humble belongings from his saddle-pack and handed it to the priest. “I buried him up near the Jaktor border.”

“I see.” The old priest tucked the bag into his robes, sighing. “We will hold a bonfire for him tonight. Thank you, your highness.”

Tier inclined his head. It was the least he could do for the half grown boy. “Do you know what the summons is about?” He asked, dismounting. A younger priest took the reigns and led his horse towards the stable area. The other priests milled about, expressions unreadable.

“I don’t know, your Highness. We obey, we do not question.” The Head Priest said apologetically.

“Figures.” Tier scowled, wiping at his travel dusted breeches. “Don’t tell the peons, eh?”

“Your Highness!” The High Priest scowled at him.

Tier shrugged. “Is there a place to clean up?”

“Tier!”

He turned, recognizing the voice, and grinned. A tall, lean man came through the gate, dropping the reins of his tired looking horse as a priest scrambled over to grab them. Rale Hassof, his younger cousin, strode towards him arms outstretched. He was one of the few noblemen Tier trusted. It had been close to three years since he’d seen him.

“What are you doing here?” Tier asked as they clasped arms. Rale pulled a black scroll from his pocket, wiggling it between his fingers.

“I got a summons. You get one, too? I thought you were up in Jaktor, trying to take the city. His excellency has kept you busy.”

“I was, but the messenger said it was important and it couldn’t wait. General Dyrnos is there, they don’t need me to hold the siege.”

“It is going well, then?”

“We should take the city by winter.”

The High Priest, hands clasped in front of him, cleared his throat, and gestured towards the doorway. “Gentlemen, the Seeress is waiting for you, if you will please follow me.”

Icy fingers clawed up his spine, and the pressure at his temples was back. It increased until it was a steady, throbbing pain in time with his pulse. On the edge of his awareness, he heard a low song, a familiar, haunting tune he couldn’t place. He halted, staring out of the arching gate at the fields beyond. Silver mist crept toward him, covering the ground and the closer it got the louder the song grew.

A ghost mist. Spirits of those who died violently. Tier gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t be able to see them, it was said that only those touched by the spirits were able to see them. He couldn’t look away. Shapes appeared in the mist, hovering several horse-lengths from him. Tiny tendrils of mist crept towards him, hesitant. Faces formed dark gaping eyes and mouths open in a silent scream. The song reached a deafening roar.

“Your highness?” The Priest’s voice cut through the song. Tier jumped, the mist vanished as if it never was. With it the song faded away.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes.” Tier nodded curtly. He took a final long look towards the fields outside the gate, rubbing his palms on his pants, before following the Priest.

They were led to a small, torch lit room filled with heady smoke. Blue cord wound around the stone support pillars. In the center of the room was a raised dais, draped with blue cloth. Tier’s gaze was drawn to the slim, pale form in the center of the dais. She was a woman-child, draped in thin gauze-like white strips of cloth. She lay on her back, arms and legs sprawled out, hands twitching. Her hair, thick silver curls, moved as though it had a mind of its own. The chills were back. This was the ages old Seeress?

“He is here, holy one.” The priest bowed low, turned and hurried back up the hallway.

She turned her head, looking towards him. Tier took a step backwards. Her eyes were white. No color, no pupil. A dead, emotionless gaze staring at him.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” She whispered. “I need your help, you must find the elementals.”

Tier couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, both repulsed and fascinated. The air stilled, the chamber silent. Somewhere Tier heard water dripped. The Seeress moved in exaggerated, fluid movements, somehow in time with the water. She stood, diminutive; the sheer fabric strips did nothing to hide her lush, young figure, nor her pasty-pale skin. Her movements were stiff, first fast, then slow, her hair and clothes floated around her as though she were underwater. Tier’s heart was pounding painfully in his chest, the hair on the back of his neck was on end.

“My lady, the Elementals nearly destroyed the world.” The priest said from the doorway, his voice admonishing her like a father would a daughter. She didn’t glance his way.

Tier shot a look at Rale. His cousin’s eyes were wide, his face pale.

“The world is out of balance and we need the elementals to fix it.” Her voice was soft, sultry, almost too low to hear. The Seeress turned her head towards them. “If they can’t be found, and brought here, there will be disaster.” She lifted one slender hand, pointing in Tier’s direction. “Find them. There isn’t much time.”

Tier heard a rush of air moving through the chamber, darkness closed in around him. His head throbbed; a chill crept up his back. He stood in a circle of light, unable to see the rest of the chamber.

“What?” His own voice startled him. He heard nothing else, not even the dripping water. He strained to listen. There, a whisper of movement, a rustling of fabric, soft breathing at his ear.

“The world was plunged into darkness, my prince.” The Seeress’ whispered. He cringed, his skin was trying to crawl away on its own. Her voice conjured up images of silk and satin, and his stomach churned dangerously. “Some of the Sprit Elementals survived. We warned the great kings what would happen, but they wouldn’t listen. It was the others, the shapers, who did the damage.”

“I thought the shaping elementals were all extinct.” He forced the words out.

“There are a few who survived. They’re hidden in the shadows, waiting to destroy what I have worked so hard to rebuild.”

“Why?”

“They want what I have.” Her voice went brittle. “Power. If you bring them here, they can be forced to fix what they’ve destroyed. And heal the damage to the land.” She sighed against his ear. “You’ve seen it yourself, during your travels.”

He felt cool hands on his forearm and tried not to flinch away. Her voice dropped and he could almost feel her thin form pressing against him.

“If we are to save our world, we must find them.”

Tier felt the darkness closing in on him, wrapping around him. A cloak of shadow, blocking everything but her voice.

“Do not forget, my prince. If you do, we all will suffer and perish.”

He felt as though he was falling. Images, confusing and violent, flashed through his mind. Her voice echoed in his ears.
“Another war is coming and if the elementals are not found, it will tear our world apart.”

He opened his eyes trying to remember when he’d closed them. The Seeress stood in front of him, expression as blank as her eyes. His head pounded.

“You will go and find one water user, one fire wielder, one air dancer and one rock shaper.” Her voice was cool. She circled him, he felt like a mouse and she was a great cat ready to pounce.

“That is impossible, with all due respect, Holy One, they’re extinct. All gone.” Rale protested.

“Where would I go to find them?” Tier asked. She trailed a finger across his back and as she circled back in front of him, across his chest stabbing at him with an overlong fingernail.

“You start south, near the Fortress of Dhaul.” She trailed her fingernail downwards. Tier clenched his fist, slapping her hand away wouldn’t be received well. One didn’t slap away the Seeress if one wanted to live to old age. She looked back at him and dropped her hand. “You will return them to me. Do I have your word on it, dear prince?”

He hesitated; so many things could go wrong. “What if I don’t find any? What if they refuse to come with me?”

“Do your best, if they refuse to join you, return to me. We’ll reconsider our options.” Her head tipped to one side. “Can you do that, your highness?”

He stiffened, the insult loud in his ears. “You have my word of honor.” He forced the words out. There was an odd ring to them, like the closing of a lid. The Seeress smiled and turned towards Rale.

“You go, account for everything you see.”

“What?” Rale blinked, looking back and forth between Tier and the Seeress.

“You are my witness. Can I hold you to that, Lord Rale?”

Tier felt his cheeks burning. He gritted his teeth and met Rale’s startled eyes over the top of her head and gave a sharp nod.

“You have my word.” Rale choked out. The Seeress inclined her head, turned, and walked with the slow, stop start motion, back to the dais.
The priest stepped between the Seeress and Tier, handing him a newly sealed black scroll, before bowing and leaving again up the passage. From the shadows came several pale, female attendants, helping the Seeress back onto the dais.

“What is this?” Tier held it up.

“Your orders.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Just in case you forget what they are. Till we meet again, your highness.”

Seeress

Next chapter will be posted Thursday, June 5th.

(c) 2014 Necia Phoenix

*There might be some formatting adjustments as I figure this out, please bear with me.
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It’s time

So I’ve been waffling on this for a while now, but I’m taking a jump here. Starting next Tuesday here and, possibly Wattpad, Elemental Truth will be posted as a serial. Two chapters a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays until it’s done. Once it’s wrapped up, I’ll do a final edit pass then it’ll be available as an ebook & a POD through either Createspace or Lulu (I’m still looking into the details on that). This is an experiment, I’m not sure if I’ll serialize the other Elemental books,we’ll see how things go. One step at a time, right?

 

Ok, off to do a final edit sweep and try not to dissolve into a pile of twitching nerves.

 

 

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Sunday Serenity

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I’m planning on starting to put the first elemental story up either here or over at wattpad. A chapter or two a week. Still working on editing it. Thoughts? Suggestions? Opinions?  Bueller? Ferris Bueller? 😉

Have a peaceful sunday.

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The land of the slightly crazy

I am, I think, slightly nuts. Back over here, I talked about my writing goals, about the Zander stories. About Trilogies. I decided this weekend to go ahead and outline the zander books. Rough outline, mind you. I think my outlines would make people scream, they’re not very detailed. Just very rough. They work for me though.

So I outlined all three of them. If the scenes and wordcount do what I suspect they’ll do, the first two novels should hit about 90 – 100k and book 3 will be a doorstop at 150k. Give or take. We’ll see how it goes. The outlines have been tucked away. It’s like an itch I need to scratch every now and then. Now my brain is refocusing on other things.

I’m trying to catch up on the Before You Hit Send* workshop, taught by Angela James. I’m using E1 for that workshop. It’s… interesting. To put it mildly. I’m also writing on E2. I’ve got about 3 or 4 k (have to double check) and I’m going to be going over The Fallen  once I’m done. I’m very glad I took this workshop.

Anyways, I have been putting off mundane things, like kitchen cleaning and workout and workshop. I had more to say but I lost track of it. Ahh well. *waves*

 

 

 

*Seriously recommend this workshop for writers, trad or self published.

 

 


The Shiny
A story from the idea’s point of view.

The idea was Shiny and New and ready to be written. Unfortunately, The Writer had other ideas…

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An update…

I’ve been thinking and writing and thinking. I think I’ve been thinking more than writing, but yanno how it goes.

I’m nearing the homestretch of The Fallen. the ‘short’ is now past 15k and I’ve got a good 5 or 6 scenes left to write. And I always write thin, so when I edit it, if it says under 30k I’ll be surprised. I like my twisted little fallen angel story. There’s something very… morbidly funny about it (in my head).

I’ve been considering doing a serial. I’m doing some research, I need/want to read over other serials to get an idea of how to do it. I have E1, all finished, waiting for some edits. The thought struck me, perhaps I could post it as a serial, say one or two chapters a week.

I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Why? Well… Why not? I haven’t decided. I need to finish The Fallen first so I can totally focus on the Elemental Wars series.

And I need to write up a few flash fics so they’re ready to go when friday rolls around.

I’ve also been practicing drawing, taking a ‘class’ over at WetCanvas.com. I discovered something kinda cool… I CAN draw a straight line! There’s this desire, this longing to do some of my stories as a comic/manga style thing. But again I’m not quite sure how I would go about doing that, and my drawing skills are not there yet. But seriously that would be cool.

Health and Fitness stuff:

We have a zoo membership, and I went twice last week, I went on Mon and I’m considering going tomorrow again if the weather is nice. I walk the perimeter  letting the little ones enjoy themselves while I trudge up and down hills pushing a stroller with twin toddlers who each weigh about 30lbs. Along with our change in diet and doing my resistance training, I’m working hard on getting healthier. My scale broke so I’m not sure where I sit weight wise.

And now I go to rally the troops to do their chores. Have a good day folks, friday isn’t far off!

 

 


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A chase beyond the Palace walls…

Princess Chandra’s little companion dog loves to get loose at the most inopportune times. To keep him from being chained up permanently, she
chases after him and into a world of danger outside the palace walls.

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Edging towards the end of the year

I’ve bounced around on my projects since we moved, trying to get my head back in the right ‘space’. I’ve been slowly getting things settled. So I’m taking a look at the last half of the year. There are two big projects I want to finish (1st drafts), Bastard Prince and Crown of Bones.  I have three smaller (short story size) projects; the FMAnthology, The Christmas Zombie thing, and another ‘from the author’s POV story’ and I have 5 months…

Bastard Prince is sitting currently at 29k and I think 60k should wrap it up. I am going to be doing Aug Camp nano and I am fairly confident I can get that in Aug. Sept might be a rest up, do little projects, then (maybe) tackle COB again in oct/november. I wanted to have COB  finished (rough draft at least) before oct, but I have to say I don’t think it will happen.

There is something I’ve been missing with COB, and I haven’t had the time to sit down and just LOOK at it. Maybe I’ll do that in Oct. Well see.

I also need to do the next pass on E1, I’d like to have it pub ready before the end of this year.

so the line up is;

In Aug;

Bastard Prince I will finish this gods be damned story, dang it

In Sept

~ Shorter projects; 

  • FM-Anthology (submission call is over here for those interested)
  • Christmas Zombie-thing
  • Inside the Author’s mind story

In Oct

~ Final Edit round on Elemental Truth and possibly start formatting?

~ Do the cover for Bastard Prince Crown of Bones, Christmas Zombie  and Elemental Flame

plotting/worldbuilding for Crown of bones.  I need to sit down and just work out what is bugging me about this project.

~Plotting on Elemental Flame (E2)

In November

Crown of Bones

~ If COB doesn’t pan out I’ll work on E2

 

In December

~ Publish the christmas zombiething

~ publish E1(?)

~ Put together goals list for 2013 (dear dog did I just write that? o.O)

 

As usual, this list is subject to change (or be totally ignored) depending on how my RL goes.

There is a lot going on, on the internets, a lot that I have been thinking and mulling over. I just don’t have the words quite right in my head just yet.

Have a good day, folks. Happy Monday!

~*~

Bonus link;

Jay Lake posted at his blog a thing of dialog tags over here. Well worth reading.

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