June 24, 2011



Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Life has gotten in the way. I've barely had time to even write for Whispers of a Recluse lately.

My muse has disappeared, but I guess it's for the better. I've taken to actually editing some of my work, and I've had my beta reader (my husband) reading through what I've put together my novel. I promise it's better than the stuff I've posted here. xD

But I just wanted to let ya'll know I'm not dead! Just lost for the moment.

See you soon!

April 23, 2011


Cystenn explains a few things to Aldon.

"So...I don't get it."

Cystenn glances at Aldon, who is leaning against a tree, his hands resting loosely behind his head. "What? The spells? I told you already, thoughts are energy, and words are spells."

"So if I just..." Aldon picked up a small stone and held it flat on his palm. "Fly." The rock did not move.

Cystenn walked over and plopped down in front of Aldon. He shook his head, lightly touching the rock with his fingertips. "This rock has energy. It's an energy all it's own." He tapped Aldon's forehead with his index finger. "You see the energy here. Do you see it? This rock has a light, grey energy. You are holding it however, so when I see the energy, it's mixed with yours, which is actually a light green."

"I'm green, huh? Neat." Aldon smiled. "But...I don't see the energy."

"Well it takes a while to get it. You have to be in tune with nature, with your surroundings, to start seeing it. But anyway." Cystenn said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Please, do go on." Aldon laughed.

Cystenn smiled. "Since I know the rock has a grey energy, I can focus on it, instead of you." He brought his hands together, forming multiple signs. "These motions help my energy reach out to the rock's energy. Before I can move the rock, I have to 'touch' it. Every person has their own motions, and most have multiple ones, depending on the spell you want to perform."

Aldon quirked an eyebrow at this. "So it's all random?"

Cystenn shook his head. "It may seem that way, but it isn't random. It's just that, as you grow into 'feeling' your surroundings, your body reacts differently than others. Also, sometimes your body urges you into different motions for the same spell, usually if there is a weight or mass difference." He sighed. "I'm just confusing you, aren't I?"

"A bit." Aldon nodded in agreement.

"Sorry." Cystenn smiled.

Aldon put the rock down as he asked, "Ok, but how do you learn magic?"

Cystenn sat straight and tall, clasping his hands together in his lap. "It starts with a lot of patience. And meditation." He grinned as Aldon copied his movements. "You have to hear everything. Eventually, you'll smell and see everything as well, even in a city. Once you focus on your surroundings, everything, including your opponent, disappear."

Aldon tilted his head to the side in confusion. "But how do you know where to aim then?"

"At that moment, you don't." Cystenn slouched into a relaxed position. "That's how you know you're ready for battle; when you can switch from that meditation to see your opponent's position and back quickly."

"I think I'd make a terrible mage." Aldon laughed, stretching and falling back to lie in the grass.

Cystenn stretched out next to him, smirking as he said, "Yeah. I think so too."

April 5, 2011

Kael: The Brock Sampson of a Meager Human Region

Location: Western border of the elven region
Tiyana has gained a few followers, two in particular are more than eager to help her with her mission against the demons. If only they could keep the fighting amongst themselves to a minimum.

"Where the hell are you going?!" Aldon snarled, his eyes dark with anger, and fangs bared.

"I am returning to our campsite." Kael replied coldly as he swung the three rabbits he had killed over his shoulder. "I have no more time to waste on the likes of you."

Aldon was overcome with anger as he shouted, "I am not finished with you yet!" Kael simply shook his head, ignoring the barbaric vampire. Rage flared as Aldon charged, intent on killing his adversary.

Kael spun on his heels, expecting an attack, and caught Aldon a the throat with his forearm. Aldon dug his nails into Kael's biceps, drawing blood that was sure to stain his pale shirt. Spittle dripped from Aldon's fangs and onto Kael's arm as he roared in anger.

"Think again, you cold corpse." Kael snapped. "There's a stake at your heart."

Aldon let out a soft hiss before backing away. He took a deep breath, shrinking his fangs and bloodied nails back to a reasonable, natural size. He watched Kael wipe his arm clean and examine the small wounds, all while holding a polished stake in his hand.

"I've never been much of a religious man," Kael spoke in a low, almost mockingly so, tone as he sstashed the stake back into his hip pouch. "But when Brother Marcal begged that I protect myself on this journey, I couldn't say no." He slung the rabbits over his shoulder once again. "Although, it looks as though I'll have to thank him for his unnecessary worry this time." Kael smirked, before disappearing into the woods. Tiyana was waiting for him at camp, after all.

Not a very long post, I'm afraid, but this is where my imagination crapped out. xD
I have a question for those of you who read this! (If anyone does) Do you like the pages I have? Or are they wasting space?
I'm not going to take them down or anything, because they are really meant to help me keep track of everything.
But I'm curious about it.

Everything posted here is first draft material. This is how it comes from my head and onto the paper. So if you come across any horribly spelled words or anything that you yourself would change in my posts, please let me know. I love to hear other's opinions.