Before Onyxis I

“They compliment each other in so many ways. And yet each could cause the other’s destruction so easily. It’s a very thin line they must carefully walk every moment they’re together.”

“Must you always state the obvious like such an annoying ass Gosi?”

“Hesandra, just explain to me why you’re so willing to let them walk right into something they have no chance of coming out of alive.”

“There is nothing else. There is nobody else. This is the only way. Unless you have some brilliant fucking plan that I’m unaware of, shut up about why I’m ‘letting it happen’ and help me for once!”

Castles In My Fantasy

I’m a sucker for castles in Fantasy stories. I particularly enjoy looking at the many pics all over the internet. (Once again, Google is my bffer.) I’m trying to think of a time when I wrote a Fantasy story that didn’t have at least the mention of a castle and I can only recall one. Technically it was a mansion, not a castle.

What? It counts.

Why the obsession with castles in my Fantasy? I’d have to say it’s because of the sense of history and the unknown you get when you’re roaming the multiple halls and long-forgotten rooms. If only walls could talk right? Imagine some of the stories they could tell of deception, love, intrigue, you name it. Shame I can’t time travel…

Is it cliche to have castles in Fantasy stories? Yeah, probably, but I really don’t care. They add such a fun element to any story. You read about people’s hiding spots where they get away to be alone or where they spy on others. You get to read about the history of the people that lived there and the things they did. You get to witness the running of the kingdom(s) and the castle itself. There are those people out there that may find all of this boring, but I love all these little details. Sometimes, they even turn out to be bigger, more important to the story, than we thought they’d be.

Not all of the castles I write about are inhabited. While I like to think of the lives that have roamed the walls, I also enjoy when the building is abandoned. There’s so much you can do with a castle when it’s not swarming with people day and night. That’s a whole lot of space to play around with, and when nobody’s there to make sure the rules are followed, the possibilities are endless. It can be used as a haunted site–something I stay far away from–a site for secret gatherings, a massive power base–guilty!–or even as a revered landmark. I get chills thinking about all of the things I can do with an uninhabited castle.

Don’t even get me started on the location of castles in Fantasy stories. I know what you’re thinking, you can put anything anywhere you want so why is this such a big deal? It’s more to do with me being interested in how a writer lays out the land. What strategic value does the location provide? (Because at some point in time, there’s going to be a battle at or near the castle. That’s just the way things go.) How was the land obtained to begin with? What type of land surrounds the castle? Is it fields and forests or water? Again, there are so many possibilities, so much you can do with it. I know the same can be said of any structure, but castles are my cup of tea.

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Truth time. I soooo want to live in a castle. Is it weird that I wish I was born in the Middle Ages just so I could–hopefully–live or work in a castle? I’m sure it is, but I’m ok with that. Even if all I could do was see the outside of it, I’d probably spend hours every day just staring at it, imagining the people inside going about their everyday lives. This is where time travel would really come in handy. Then I could jump all over history and visit all kinds of castles all over the world. Oh the possibilities…

A Character’s Voice: Hesandra

Last month there was a post in which Arryn had free reign around here for a day and I was thinking I should let Hesandra loose this time. (This may become a recurring theme.) Truth be told, I’m a little nervous. I hope I don’t regret this later.

If I do, live and learn.

P.S. Strong language ahead.

♥ ~ Audra ~

Audra says jump and I’m supposed to ask how high? Under normal circumstances, I’d tell her to fuck off.  I’ll indulge her this time. Hope this bitch doesn’t get any ideas in her head that I’ll be doing this often. I’d really hate to sick Gosi on her.

Actually, I lied, I’d LOVE to sick Gosi on her…….But, this isn’t about Audra. As much as she’d like me to wax poetic about her mad writing skillz, it’s not gonna happen. Kick rocks bitch, this is my show.

A little about me: Name is Hesandra, I’m a Reborn, a Dark Arts witch (this time around), forever in a love/hate relationship with the nastiest vampire in existence, Gosi (he’s killed me three times already–more on that later), and the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet.

Ok, so that last part is a load of shit. I’m not sweet; I creep into the territory of somewhat decent once in a while, but not often. It’s just the way I am. You don’t like it? I don’t really give a fuck.

A little history lesson: The Reborn are a handful of people with the ability to be reborn into any form we wish when we die. We have a limited number of times–five–we can choose the form. The sixth life we live is chosen by some higher power we know shit about and it’s permanent. You die the sixth time, you’re fucked.

I was originally born a mortal girl–won’t EVER make that fucked up choice again. I met Gosi when I was a teenager. As I said, I was only a mortal, but because of being a Reborn I had a sort of sixth sense for supernatural beings. I knew right away he was a vampire–a nasty one. I could tell you horror stories, but it would take a while–he’s over two thousand years old and I’ve known him nearly as long. Suffice it to say, he let me live–knowing what he was–until I came after him. Once he realized I meant to kill him, he made quick work of me.

So, I came back as a werewolf. I knew he’d fucking HATE IT, and I was right.–As a Reborn, he has the ability to sense me when I make my choice. That shit pisses me off like you wouldn’t fucking believe.–Gosi has a deep loathing for werewolves that the majority of vampires do not. My pack helped to protect me for a while, but when Gosi wants something that badly, he gets it. He killed me again. Why? Easy, he hated the choice I made and refused to let me live like that. Frankly, I was relieved. Being a werewolf has its perks, but it’s barely a step up from being a mortal. Fuck. That.

I came back as a mortal and vampire-to-be. Gosi turned me when I was twenty-three.–He first came to me when I was a small child and watched over me until my change. Reborns are hunted by many supernatural beings trying to steal our ability to reincarnate. It’s happened before and I’m sure the shit will happen again.–I managed to keep myself alive for over three centuries before Gosi killed me that time. We had the best fucking time ever! We wreaked havoc all over the world for three hundred fifteen years, causing death and chaos everywhere we went. That time, he offed me because we were under attack and both of us weren’t going to get out alive. He ripped my heart of of my chest and snapped my head right off my neck. No coming back from that kind of death as a vamp.

My third, and most recent, choice was a Dark Arts witch. This has been my longest life and I’m sure the only reason he hasn’t tried to kill me yet is due to the choice I made. He loves the smell of a witch, the taste of our blood.–Oh yes, he feeds off me….quite often.–I’m convinced his bitch ass was waiting for me to make this particular choice. I could have chosen to be a White Arts witch, but they are far too goody-goody for my tastes. I’m much happier being able to do whatever the fuck I want and not worrying about the consequences. Even if he wanted to kill me, he couldn’t. Dark Arts witches are extremely powerful and, like vamps and a few other supernatural beings, we get stronger the longer we live. 

I’m now five hundred and sixty-eight years old as a witch. I was able to cast a spell that keeps me from aging a long time ago.–Haha, bitches!–Love little perks like that, they’re so handy. Right now Gosi and I are in one of our love to hate each other stages.–We go through different phases quite often. We’re immortal, forever means a lot more to us than it does to a mortal couple.–I’m in it for the sex, plain and simple. In this particular phase, we have the hottest, craziest sex. I recommend having a vamp sink his/her teeth into you when you orgasm. For the love of all that is unholy, I swear to you it’s the best orgasm you’re ever going to have in your life.

You’re probably sitting there going, “Oh my god, you dumb bitch. Why haven’t you killed him yet?” Back off asshole, it’s not like I haven’t tried. Let me say this again, HE’S OVER TWO THOUSAND YEARS OLD. Have you ever tried to kill a vamp that old? The shit isn’t easy, I’ll tell you that. There is a way to do it, I just haven’t found it yet. And while I will miss the wild, totally fucking HOT and crazy sex we have, I’ll gladly kill him when I finally figure it out. He’s only on his second choice so I have no qualms about ending his too long existence. I’ve gone after him more times than I can count. The fact that he’s only killed me a few times means I’m doing something right, so back the fuck off.

For those of you that know Arryn, I taught the little witch everything she knows. She’s not a Reborn, but she is a kick ass Dark Arts witch. Gosi knows better than to fuck with her. Not only because of her power, but because he’d have to deal with me after that. He rather enjoys being attached to his dick, so he leaves her alone. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he would take care of her if I needed him to. He may be a beast, but there are a few beings in his long life that have wormed their way into his rotten heart.

That’s enough, I have shit to do.

The Temple: Part Two

The Temple

Part Two

Inside the Temple of Beor, High Priest Danul kneeled at the altar and waited for Samuel to either kill him or ask for his help. He hoped it would be the latter, but there was always a chance Samuel would believe what Edgar said. After all, it was the truth.

Danul closed his eyes, cleared his mind of all other thoughts, and concentrated only on Samuel.

“He comes,” he whispered.

Samuel ran through the open doors and was halfway to the altar when Edgar entered at a sprint.

“Damnit, Samuel listen to me!” he yelled.

High Priest Danul stood and turned toward the men. Samuel skidded to a stop and faced Edgar.

“Don’t listen to  him Samuel,” Danul said. His voiced carried the length of the temple.

Samuel shook his head as if to clear it. So many conflicting thoughts and images ran through his mind, he didn’t know what to think, or who to listen to. He turned toward Danul.

Danul stretched his hand to Samuel as a bright aura began to surround him. “Come with me, I’ll protect you.”

Samuel looked to Edgar again, “I trusted you,” then turned and took Danul’s hand.

Edgar watched the aura brighten and tighten around Samuel and Danul before they disappeared within.

When Samuel opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he saw. In that instant, he understood everything. He should have trusted Edgar after all. Now, it was too late to do anything about it.

The Temple: Part One – Excerpt Of My Attempt At A Short Story

Please keep in mind that: a) this is only a small part of a short story, b) I don’t self-edit well, c) nobody has critiqued or done a beta on the story, and d) I’m still attempting to work on my writing style/technique…which has many flaws. All that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The breeze cooled the sweat on his body. Goosebumps popped out on his skin as a chill descended his spine. He was bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath and keep down his meager dinner. A twig snapped to his right.

“Great, here we go again,” he moaned.

“Samuel, wait! I just want to talk to you for a minute,” Edgar yelled.

Samuel was so tired of running. Seemed to him that’s all he’d been doing for the past few years. Running from one thing or another. And now this. Betrayal by someone he’d known since they were babies. Best friends, training partners, practically brothers. How Edgar could have done this, Samuel still didn’t understand. He had no intention of waiting around to find out though. He gathered his strength and pressed on towards his destination. The only salvation he had left to him.

As Edgar ran through the small group of trees and bushes at the edge of the forest, he saw Samuel run across the field toward the temple. He swore under his breath. He had to explain, but Samuel wouldn’t give him the chance. It wasn’t betrayal that he’d committed, but an act of kindness, a necessary evil. Obviously, Samuel didn’t agree. And now he was headed for the one place he should have avoided at all costs.

“You will have to listen eventually. There’s more to the story than what you know,” Edgar sent out telepathically.

Samuel hesitated in his stride at the thought in his head, but only for a brief moment. It didn’t matter what the murderous monster said anymore. He had to get to the Temple of Beor where he would be safe.

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