Faltering Stairs 17As the sun began to fall, Alric found himself between his brother and Svrek, looking out a palace window. A long line of people were entering through the palace gates slowly since the guards checked each individual men and women all elegant in their dresses and suits.
Between Svrek's loud admiration of the women and the uncomfortable suit, Alric couldn't decide what was worse. He finally got used to wearing robes, and found himself draped and molded into a suit. How did all of these incoming men walk so properly when they had a sleeve covering their entire arm, or how to bear the finally-waning heat in the coats.
"Crown Prince, there's so many people already, and these are just the guests selected from Venwei and Mondoc. I'm certain you'll find a woman tonight!"
Kaolos had all the attentiveness of a fish, his eyes slightly glazed. Neither prince was especially interested in all the rambling Svrek was doing. Pagea made a grave mistake mentioning the view of the gates. "Is th
Faltering Stairs 16Kaolos walked into the glittering throne room, a new companion by his side. He could hardly believe that the start of the Muuten Council was a mere twelve hours away. His companion couldn't, either. Mr. Heldak, the dark-skinned, Mondocian scientist who posed as Prince Kaolos in his absence, had said over and over how he wished for more time to document all of the findings from the islands. Kaolos was mainly concerned by Alric and his continuing adaption and struggles. Yorin had only been minimally helpful last night.
Heldak looked typical for his race, dressed in a crisp suit with sharp eyes and a perfect posture. Kaolos was always amazed by the Mondocian ability to wear long sleeves and heavy fabrics simultenously. Nor how Mondocians always wore proper attire even for leisure. They had to be the influence behind some of the higher-ups in Thanl, despite the humans' ignorance.
"Here is our final stop in your private tour," Kaolos spoke. Heldak was soaking the scene in with a stud
Faltering Stairs 15Alric found himself absentmindedly dragging his feet by Svrek's side. The evening was here, fading into a cool blanket of stars. Also fading was the little calm Alric retrieved after the strange event today. Insecurity was prevalent from then on, its face the black monsters. Shadows seemed alive, ready to attack. It was like his first day in Alaria all over; alien with the slightest trace of familiarity. And now fear. Even on his midnight forest trips for food, the dark wasn't frightening. It was a shield and a comfort from the farm. In a matter of five minutes, everything changed.
Alric kept reminding himself he was Svrek's "cousin" until his introduction at the ball. The walk to the magic academy was foreboding with dark. Streets were empty, lights low in homes. It was the crowds of voices on either sides that made Alric cringe. Kaolos gave him sparse information on the Loys, but that they couldn't exist within Muuten meant something more. Something wrong. Only since returning
Faltering Stairs 14Dappled sunlight danced upon the grassy earth. Kaolos and Mother sat beneath a tree I just discovered yesterday. The area was secluded, only a few guards in the distance. Birds chirped from the trees, adding near-music to the peace of the garden.
It was only thanks to Kaolos' height and masculine figure that I could see who was who. Mother held the infant version of me in her arms. It felt weird to see myself so tiny, merely babbling and perfectly safe. She barely looked different from the wonderful woman I now knew, aside from having a bit more weight to her.
Kaolos on the other hand, looked pretty much identical. His eyes had a hardness to them, instead of the mere stern look when he gave orders. He sat right next to Mother, back stiff against the tree. His hair was as long as Mother's here, flowing down his back in a silvery river. While the Queen coddled infant-me, Kaolos looked into the distance. Immobile, his legs folded tight against his body. His gaze almost seemed to be lookin
Faltering Stairs 13I trudged along the deserted alleys, between Kaolos and Svrek. Until this morning, I forgot how nice the sun was on my tan skin. After a month of being cooped up inside the palace's sterile marble halls, King Tuel finally gave me permission to exit the monstrous building. However, my brother insisted on me coming out with him and Svrek on some errands. So much for exploring the lush gardens inside the palace gates.
"Why do I need to go with Svrek?"
"You're coming along so that when I talk to my parents, I don't get skinned alive."
Kaolos rolled his eyes. "It's a figure of speech."
"Right. Sorry about that. My parents just aren't exactly supportive of me. I wouldn't be talking to them about my apprenticeship, but it's common courtesy. And I would like you with me just for the comfort factor."
"Won't they know I'm one of the princes?"
"No. Even at your funeral your name wasn't disclosed. The public learns your name when you're twelve, normally."
"I'm nameless?" The idea of b
Emergency Lightsaber PartiesIt all started at 11:33 P.M., New Years' Eve. The one game our entire group of friends was obsessed with Just Dance and its predecessors blared music to "Jin Go Lo Ba". Michelle, Justin, Indi and I imitated the aboriginal on the screen with almost complete attention. At some point, I heard my cell phone ring. It was about time.
Nate was watching us to the side, and the ring quickly ended. Right after the four of us finished the song, Nate spoke up, loud enough the thirty-odd others at the party could hear. His voice was devoid of the usual jovial tone. "Alice and Brooke aren't coming. Brooke got in an accident while making a delivery in L.A."
"What?!" was the roar he got back.
"Calm down! Brooke's fine. Well, as fine as you can be with a cast and a wrecked car, in L.A. "
Just Dance's theme music was a quiet whisper as the realization hit us. It meant no fun outside with the drums Alice and Brooke usually brought from their parent's
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In a world where the main classes are all about summoning, fortune-telling, and magic; where a letter in your name can mean the difference between success and failure and healing is considered the greatest gift amongst all the pain, some fight to survive.
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The story begins when she meets with a mysterious school mate, Aeneas, but the true trial for her sanity starts when she witnesses the death of Andreas, her ex-boyfriend who still was a strong presence in her life. She is tormented by the guilt of not saving him and she blames herself for his death.
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Days of NanoWrimo
Day One: This is so going to work! Kiss everyone goodbye, except for the voices in your head. They'll help you along the way, really! Make sure you are fully supplied with coffee and chocolate. Word Goal: 1,667
Day Two: You don't really have a plot, but that'll come in time, you say. Don't be afraid to stay up a little late. DO NOT EAT ALL THE CHOCOLATE TODAY OR YOU WILL DIE! Word Goal: 3,333
Day Three: One tenth there, you tell yourself happily. Life is still good. Try looking at depressing poetry for more plot ideas, and read Shakespeare Cliff's Notes. If you've already read most of Shakespeare's works, constantly reference it in your novel, and smile because whoever you have read it first will either a: not get them and wonder where that came from, or b: think you are such a cool person because you've read Shakespeare. 5000
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