February 25, 2011

Gla'nnara's Downfall

~A little introduction about this one -
Gla'nnara is ruled by a strict "stick-to-the-bloodline" policy. Cystenn is next in line for the crown, though he is not the current king's son. The current King Roledan is his uncle, who did not marry and never had any children.
The Nagi are a group of six council members, considered to be the best at what they do. They are the king's advisory group, and often take care of most political affairs without involving the king, though he has the last say in every decision. Should the king ever die without an heir to the throne, the Nagi would take control of the region, as well as deciding on a new king.

In the days before Gla'nnara fell, riots broke out in the Common District. Blood was shed, and destruction of the homes and buildings were gradually getting worse. The normally peaceful Glow Elves were struck down by their own kin, and hatred clouded their hearts.

The Nagi had attempted to halt the riots with careful, but harsh monitoring of the Common Elves. For a time, this worked. The Common Elves stopped their hateful acts, and they even returned to cultivating the nature and caring for the forest creatures that lived nearby. The Nagi were satisfied with this result and loosened their strict enforcements.

With their minds no longer preoccupied on the Common Elves, the Nagi gathered at the request of Lady Thera. The new king, Cystenn Roledan, had been performing some unruled spells since the start of the riots. Lady Thera worried that King Cystenn would stumble into a magic ritual he would not be able to control. She moved for an interference. The rest of the Nagi agreed.

The riots had dissipated for good only two weeks before, but King Cystenn had not shown himself outside the royal quarters of the Palace District yet. Even during the riots, Cystenn had not been seen.

The Nagi had taken over in his absence, giving him what they thought was much needed grieving time. After all, he had lost his mother and uncle within two days' time, only to be denied a grievance period, and burdened with the responsibility as Gla'nnara's and The Glowing Forests' new king. Cystenn's trusted menservants were the last to see him, and even those servants had disappeared before the riots. Worried about what they might find, the Nagi went to Cystenn's chambers.

Night had fallen, and the Nagi hurried down the long hallway that led to the King's bedroom, their footsteps echoing off the marble walls, and their shadows jumped across the floor as the blue flames that lit the Districts at night flickered in their lanterns.

They were only halfway to Cystenn's quarters when Lord Illun stopped. The rest of the Nagi followed suit, stopping a few steps behind him.

"It's dark." Lord Shai said softly, speaking everyone's thoughts.

Lord Natelune glanced behind him, noting that usually the magical lanterns were lit every few feet. "How very...odd." He motioned towards the darkness. "Look there." At the end of the hall, a dim blue circle of light appeared.

Lord Argain shifted on his feet nervously, his voice shaking slightly as he suggested, "Perhaps we should come back when it is daylight out."

Lady Thera let out an exasperated sigh, striding past her fellow council members. "You are all spineless. Either join me, or return home." As she disappeared into the darkness, the men heard her say, "Weak minds do not allow strong and necessary decisions."

Lord D'Thalla followed quickly and closely behind Lady Thera. Lords Illun, Shai, Natelune, and Argain paused, considering what may lie in the darkness before them. The dim blue flame at the end of the hall flickered, as if beckoning to them. Taking a deep, silent breath, Lord Illun stepped forward, and the others followed.

~There is more to this story, but I'm afraid this will be all I post of it. I am writing a book, after all, and what fun would there be if the ending were revealed online? :D
Oh yes, I should have said this in my first post, but I'm kind of an idiot at times. 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.

I suck at trying to sound out words for others, but here's my best try on their names.
Cystenn : (Cyst-E-n)
Thera : (There-a) :p Easy one.
Illun : (E-lun)
Shai : (Shy) xD
Natelune : (Nah-te-lune)
Argain : (R-gain)
D'Thalla : (D-Thal-a)


February 23, 2011

Introducing Thera

Location: Gla'nnara's centre - The Elite Area, West side, near The Glowing Forests of Roledan
~A quick bit of background on Gla'nnara -
Gla'nnara is a city compromised of Elves. They are generally known as "Glow Elves" thanks to the Glowing Forest that spans the West border, going North to South, of the Elven region.
~The Elite Area -
Elite elves live in the central area of the city of Gla'nnara. The Common elves live in the southern area, and the Royal elves occupy a small portion of the northern area. This is where King Roledan's castle is.

It wasn't right, forcing a girl like her to undergo such vigorous training. And for nothing more than the Nagi, at that. What the training was for was unknown to her. She assumed that she was an experiment, leading the way to others who would be taught like her. She assumed she was to become a weapon for the Nagi Councilmen.

Thera spent most of her time with Master Nimlyn, who had taken her in at birth. He had raised her and taught her magic. He was not a sensitive man, often berating her as a young child when her skills did not meet his strict standards.

Today, Thera was an older teenager, about to move into her thousandth year of life soon, and Master Nimlyn was teaching her just how weak her defenses really were. "Thera! You will not survive this blast if you do not harden that barrier!" He shouted at her over the deafening roar of the fireball growing in his hands.

Thera glared at her master through the dirt and sweat running into her eyes. She was tired from the hours of training already, and struggled to keep the pale pink barrier around her body. "I can't believe he's going to throw a huge fucking fireball right at me." She muttered to herself.

"Strengthen it!" Master Nimlyn shouted just seconds before releasing the fireball. Thera had a momentary lapse of panic, causing her barrier to break. She fumbled quickly through the motions to form another protection barrier.

The world shook as Master Nimlyn's fireball crashed into Thera. Fire spread quickly, overtaking the trees, and burning flowers into ash. Master Nimlyn hurried across the few yards between them, thinking the worst. He cupped his hands and blew into them. Stretching towards the fire, he opened his hands, releasing a whirlwind that quickly put out the fire.

There lay Thera, under what had been a mountain of fire, arms outstretched, and surrounded by a dark pink, opaque barrier. Her eyes were shut tightly. Master Nimlyn began to laugh.

"The gods be damned, Thera! I thought you had finally died!" He exclaimed, doubling over with laughter.

Thera slowly relaxed her body, releasing the barrier and taking slow, deep breaths. Finally she sat up, "I don't see anything funny about this. I almost died!"

Master Nimlyn suddenly halted his laughter and stood upright. "But you did not. Now go and get yourself presentable. We are having dinner with someone special tonight." And with that, Master Nimlyn walked away, leaving Thera on the ground.
Thera leaned against the window, looking down at the open air garden. The moon was bright tonight and the flowers loved it. Their colors glowed vibrantly, and even the trees seemed to stretch towards the night sky.

Many people were gathered the four stories below her, talking and laughing. Their melodic voices travelled towards her, but they were faint and unintelligible once reaching her window. Thera smiled to herself. She loved moments like this, even more so because they were so few. A breeze flowed through her window, and Thera stood tall and proud as she dropped her bathing towel to the stone floor.

This is all for Thera at the moment. She is a relatively new character, seeing as she has only been around for about a year now. This is also the first "published" bit of work about her. Her original design was when she was much, much older (the equivalent to 45 years in human age). This is the beginning of her past.

~If you have any questions about a character, a region of Gla'nnara, or even any questions about the rest of the small world that houses the other races, post it in a comment and I'll post you a reply!

February 22, 2011

A Place for Brainstorms and Heartache

I have this little area in my head. And that area is devoted to not one, or even two, people. Instead, there are thousands and millions of little and big personalities roaming around.

There have been occassions where they have taken over and I've found myself cutting into my finger instead of a potato because Cystenn has decided that I should be more focused on him instead of dinner.

There have been times where Aldon and Tiyana have barged into a pleasantly serene dream only to cause chaos and destruction during the wee hours of the night.

And let us not forget the fateful afternoon where Kael decided that he had been ignored for long enough and ended up distracting me with conversation long enough to get me more than 20 miles from where I had been heading and much more lost than I'd ever been before.

Well. They are not going to be ignored any more. This will be a safe haven, not only for my lovely characters, but also for myself. I hope that whoever reads this ends up falling in love with my characters just as much as I am.