A Follow Up Post

No need to fret. I haven't completely abandoned you. I just seem to have found that life can get in the way some times. Especially when one must juggle a full time job, a novel, and a blog. Not the easiest thing to find time for. Oh well, I hope everyone is having a wonderful Holiday.

A Post In Time

I wish to apologize to everyone for my lack of posting. As well as my horrible writing. I tend to get a bit messy when rushing through a story, and not carefully checking over my work. I have been quite busy. Needless to say, I've hit another road block in my novel in progress. It's strange how one may have a story planned out and then driven in a completely new direction as the story unfolds. In my current experiences of writing, it has come to my attention that you don't control how the story goes, the story takes you down its own path. You simply carry on the task of getting it written. The story guides you. So there you have it; a post to let you know I have not abandoned you. Time has not been very kind on my side. Farewell, for now.   

Legends of Tyrium: Chpt 4: Etzende's Hatred: Part 1

Shuenja Etzende gazed out over the city of Bitomal from her private balcony. The flames burned bright and constantly to give them light in the darkness that they were forced to live in. Hatred towards the Farrians burned deep within her. She yearns for the day that she gets to see their city burn down into nothing but ash. This is her desire. Only...what reason could she give her husband to make the act against the Farrians? He hated them, too. Yet he keeps his promise to keep the peace between the two clans and for what purpose? Eztende snaps her head at the sound of shuffling feet into her quarters. A servant enters the room his head down avoiding eye contact waiting for permission to speak.   
                                                                                                                
"What is it?" Etzende growls.
                                                                                                            
"Your son, Nark Ajak, wishes to speak with you. He says it is of dire importance." The servant whimpers.
                                                                                                        
"He may enter." She shoos the servant.
                                                                                                     
Her son, Ajak, entered shortly after the servant left and bowed his head and pounds his chest with his fists. After straightening his posture, he looked at Etzende for permission to continue.
                                                                                                      
"You may speak." She said.
                                                                                                           
"I have news about my sister, Ixel. She has left the city walls with her friends. Last she was seen was heading west." He waits for her response.
                                                                                                        
It was only a night ago that Ixel got permission from her to go camping near the far wall of the mountain.  Not once had she mentioned of traveling outside of the walls. 
                                                                                                        
"So she deceived me." Etzende's eyes narrow, "Ajak, I want you to follow her and uncover her plans."
                                                                                                         
"Yes, my Shuenja," he bows again and leaves.
                                                                                                            
"Shaeba!" She shouts for her itsalii.
                                                                                                            
Shaeba enters and bows to her, "Yes, my Shuenja?"
                                                                                                          
"I want you to retrieve our most skilled caith and bring her back to me."
Shaeba bowed once more and left the room without another word. If Etzende's suspicions were right, and Ixel is headed into Farrian territory she could use this to her advantage. All that was left is to stage an accident and it will break the truce between the two clans. Which means Etzende's revenge is within her grasp.
                                                                                        
The caith appears into the room, "My Shuenja summoned me?"
                                                                                                            
"I have a task for you, caith. First, what is it they call you?"
"Laenesh, my Shuenja." 
                                                                                        
To be continued...  

Legends of Tyrium Glossary

Shinjara - a king, or emperor

Shuenja - a queen, or empress

Nark - a prince

Narkanai - a princess

 Itsalii - a personal body guard, a guardian

Fire Liths - a reptilian, vulture-like creature that breathes fire

Waroths -  an insectoid creature used by the Jorkoes as a quick form of transportation. Small heads, wide flat-like bodies, 6 long legs, knees point outwards, long flat tail that ends in a point, and feet with thumbs that can grip and climb efficiently.

Caiths - are trained assassins

Lamrian/Jolek Clans -  resembles a unity of members who symbolize nobility, courage, heroism, etc... It brings great honor and recognition to become a member of the clan.   Kind of like the knights in Camelot.

Legends of Tyrium: Chpt 3: Kalalii's Decision: Part 2

 

The two moons lit up the night sky with a bright blue glow. The city of Sondast gave off a soft glow and sparkled with many different colored lights. It was a late evening as Kalalii was finishing up her training with her tutor, Ellerin. They spent this final lesson together out on the terrace in the royal garden. Shojak stood at attention from a good 100 paces away from Kalalii staying alert but keeping his eyes on her without blinking. 

"Narkinai!" Ellerin snapped, "Focus!"

Kalalii was in no mood for any more lessons tonight. She had much on her mind to be worrying about the proper etiquette of royalty behaviors. Being a narkinai was unbelievably dull. Never capable of traveling any where far from the palace, never allowed to be alone and have privacy. Always told what a narkinai should and should not do, always criticized for doing anything wrong, always having to worry about appearances and living up to her parent's reputations. She felt trapped as if she were suffocating living this way. Kalalii had the strongest urge to be free for once. She would do anything to feel freedom for just one day, she thought.

"Narkinai Kalalii!" Ellerin said exasperated, "You are impossible!"

"Forgive me, Ellerin. I do not feel myself this evening." Kalalii apologized. 

"Okay, let us start from the beginning," She sighed and motioned Kalalii to continue.

 Tonight was Kalalii's last chance to perfect her speech to her people by tomorrow night's celebration. She started her speech off by greeting her fellow Farrians and thanking them for joining her in festivities for the evening. Then she began to recite the rest of the speech.

"As we have come together this evening to honor my day of creation I wish to remind you that we should also remember the day of our forefather, Rhaokunkos, who died on this very day. If today shall be a day of celebration in my name then let it also be a remembrance of the day the Lamrian Clan was created and our beautiful city came to be known as Sondast. Let Rhaokunkos'  vital spark always guide us through darkness and wash away all fear. May the light be with you my fellow Farrians."

Ellerin crossed her arms across her chest, her hands straight and stiff reaching the tips of her shoulders, and then bowed her head to Kalalii. A common symbol of the Farrian's as they do this as a form of greeting, thanks, apology and just to show complete respect.

"Your speech is well done, Narkinai," Ellerin began, "however, you must not sound so bored when you give this speech. Be sure to keep your chin up, your spine straight, your shoulders back and show some pride. Speak loudly, do not yell it, but project your voice to be heard. You have a great mind, Narkinai Kalalii, but I'm afraid you have not yet found the power of the voice."

"Thank you, Ellerin," Kalalii bowed, "I will do my best to achieve this. You have been a great tutor and I appreciate your knowledge shared and patience with me." 

Ellerin looked very pleased and let out a sigh of relief, "I suppose this concludes our time together. Take great care, Kalalii. You will make a fine Shuenja someday."

They bowed to each other and said their farewells. Kalalii walked into her private quarters off from the terrace and collapsed onto her mound of cushions. Shojak just stood in the doorway without saying a word. He waited for an order from Kalalii. It was getting later and she knew that Svyyn would be waiting by the ancient tree for her. Knowing Svyyn, she was always up to no good, but what secret did she possess that would intrigue her? As much as she hated to admit it she was curious. She wanted to know. But she had to find a way to escape. Slipping away from Shojak will not be an easy task.

"Shojak, do you mind going into the corridor and turn anyone away who wishes to see me. I think I would like some time alone tonight."  

"Of course, Narkinai." Shojak marched across the room and closed the large door behind him leaving Kalalii alone in her bedroom. She listened for a few seconds then decided to quietly change her clothing. She slipped out of her soft green satin gown and went over to her wardrobe to which she had a secret compartment that held a pair of commoners travel clothing. She removed her jewelry and did her best to disguise herself as a normal citizen of Sondast. She worked as quietly as she could and snuck out through the terrace doors and made her way to the ancient tree trying to go unnoticed.

It didn't take her long to reach Svyyn. She was waiting patiently until she saw Kalalii. The corners of her lips rose into one of her famous grins that was far from being kind. As soon as they came face to face they took a few seconds of silence before Svyyn was first to speak.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."  

To be continued... 

Legends of Tyrium: The Devious Ixel: Part 1: Chpt 2

Narkinai Ixel casually laid onto her rock bench surrounded by many pillows and soft skins of what once were desert creatures. She propped herself up on one elbow and twirled her golden curls on her finger as she stared out over the city of Bitomal. Bored, as usual, she slowly became annoyed as her royal companions of the court bragged about what mischief they managed to cause. Which, for Ixel, seemed unusal as she was normally the one leading her little raid of making trouble and pinning it on the next being just for pure enjoyment. Though this cruel sense of getting a thrill out of her day started to become wary on her. It just wasn't enough. 

"Ixel? You haven't said a single word this entire time." Jh'tarulash spoke up as he looked concerned.

"It is odd for Ixel to not say anything. Especially after that story of your recent endeavors, Jh'tarulash." Haraia added as she suddenly became aware of Ixel's silence.

"I'm fine. Carry on with your story." Ixel said as she waved a hand at them nonchalantly.

The twin brothers, Valulalith and Calalalith, gave each other a suspicious glance then whispered amongst themselves momentarily. As if on cue, they began to tell their recent event of a devious act while alternating between sentences as if they could read each others thoughts. Ixel dozed off yet again staring out over the city which was carved inside a very large mountain. If not for the fire posts staying lit all the time they would be plunged into darkness. Though for the holes dug throughout the cliff side to the outside supported plenty of light during the day time. She watched as the light from both suns slowly began to fade, darkening the colony inside the cliff.

"You should have seen..." Cal began.

"...the look on that old hag's face." Val finished.

"That will teach her to get in either of our way again," Haraia sneered.

"Calalalith, Valulalith, you both will do almost anything for a good time, correct?" Ixel interrupted as her mind began to spin.

"Perhaps." Cal said.

"It depends on what you mean by 'anything'." Val added.

"I was thinking," she began, "what if we decided to sneak out of the city and go on a little road trip?"

"That's a bit of a dangerous notion, Ixel," Jh'tarulash responded as his eyes widened.

"Jh'tarulash is right. What if our parents found out?" Cal replied.

"Who knows what kind of trouble we'd get in?" Val followed up with his thought.

"Where would this road trip take us?" Haraia's question shocked the others as they all turned heads to look at her.

Ixel considered her question as they both locked eyes with an intense stare. This would be the biggest scheme to pull off and the toughest, and she knew it. How they would do it and where would they go? That was her biggest concern. Suddenly, a dangerous idea flashed across her mind.

"I was thinking we give Sondast a little visit." 

Everyone had gone silent. Jh'tarulash tensed and stared at his massive red hands. The twins shifted uncomfortably with the thought of infiltrating the Farrian's city. Haraia just stared intently at Ixel, her mind also clicking about the possibilities. Cal and Val started to whisper to each other again as if arguing. Jh'tarulash fidgeted with his hands, locking his fingers together and then separating them. Haraia was the first to speak up.

"How do you suppose we do this?" 

"Well, first we need to figure out how we're going to get away without raising suspicion in my father. Then we will need disguises to hide our true identities. Decide what we need to take with us. Find a way into the city, wreak havoc and chaos, and be out and back here before our plan is uncovered."

"This will be the best prank ever pulled by any Jorkoe in all of Tyrium. We could be legends some day!" Haraia added excitedly as her mind worked.

"Haraia, you're good with finding and correcting any flaws in our plans. Come up with the best fail proof strategy. Val and Cal will find disguises for us in any way they can. I'm sure the dark marketeer will have something of the sort to offer. And since Jh'tarulash is an itsalii in training, I'm sure he can supply weapons and protection for us as well. I will supply the Waroths for travel." she instructed. 

Ixel was going to be made into a legend. She will be a hero of the Jorkoes. Perhaps an honorary member of the Jolek Clan members. Maybe in the process she can bring down the Farrians by weakening their defenses and opening them up for her father to finish them off. She will earn her father's love and favoritism then. She once again looked over her city and her devious mind began scheming. She wasn't just looking for a silly prank. She desired to start a war against the other beings her father so hated. It was time for Ixel to shine.   

To be continued...

Legends of Tyrium: The Royal Daughter, Kalalii : Part 1: Chpt 1

It was another day on Tyrium. At least it felt that way to Kalalii. Another boring day of learning and training for the young and beautiful Narkinai. Within a two moons period there will be a celebration in honor of her twentieth epoch starting her full adulthood as a Farrian. The royal celebrations of their days of birth were always extravagant and opened to the entire Sondast City to honor and decorate in her name. Something she never looked forward to as it was always the same since childhood. Standing and greeting and then to give a speech to the people.

"Narkinai Kalalii, would you like to elaborate?"

Kalalii quickly jumped out of her daze and looked back to her current mentor, Sthenra, "I'm sorry, what was the question?"

Her learning mates snickered and whispered amongst themselves. One of them being her cousin, Svyyn, who was the meanest Farrian she knew. Her eyes never left Kalalii's face as a huge smirk became plastered on her face. Svyyn enjoyed Kalalii's humiliation and always tried to point out that she wasn't fit to be a narkinai or to sit in the throne beside the Shinjara and Shuenja. Perhaps envious of Kalalii's beauty as well.

"I'm sorry Narkinai, but how do you expect to graduate my lectures if you do not pay attention. Your final test is coming up in two suns, I hope you are prepared for it," Sthenra's nose stuck up in the air as she looked down on her, "and the question I asked was who was the Jorkoe that murdered our first Farrian Father?"

"Oh," Kalalii felt the tips of her ears become warm, "that would have to be Tachnyski."

"And what was his method of completing such a treacherous task?"

"He led our Father, Rhaokunkos, into a trap to sacrifice him to the Fire Liths which in turn threw him off a tall mountain."

"So you do pay attention after all," Sthenra turned her back to Kalalii and continued her lecture on their history.

Once the lecture was over Kalalii stood up from her cushion and looked around for her Itsalii named Shojak. He stood across the way leaning against one of the stone pillars. And Itsalii is a protector, a guardian, to whom they are assigned or to watch over at all times. To Kalalii he was more than just an itsalii, he was her friend. As she headed towards him she was intercepted by Svyyn.

"Hello cousin, I do look forward to your celebration. I have a little secret I'd like to share with you then. Perhaps you could find a time to sneak away and when you do meet me near the ancient tree." She smiled but her tone was tainted with a false sense of friendliness.

Thankfully Shojak appeared behind Svyyn, startling her as he carried on as usual trying to appear intimidating. She mumbled some kind of insult beneath her breath as she then twitched away with a group of her servants following closely behind her. Kalalii couldn't be more relieved as she was left alone with him. He always followed a few paces behind her, never by her side as an equal. The only times he appeared by her side is if he thought she was being threatened or in danger. 

"Narkinai, your tutor is waiting for you." He said matter of fact.

She didn't respond at first but just moseyed  her way through the palace gardens. She wasn't exactly in the mood for another royal session on how to behave like a Shuenja. She found a smooth rock to sit on and patted the spot next to her, but she already knew Shojak would not sit. Looking at Shojak's burly appearance and tall stature would make any Farrian cower in fear. He resembles very little to be a Farrian except his blue skin. However, the black stripes and everything else shows to be of the Jorkoe race. His mother was a Farrian and his father a Jorkoe, thus creating a mixed child they had no name for his breed. Shojak chose his loyalties to the Lamrian Clan and was given position as an Itsalii to protect the members of the royal family. Though, Kalalii saw in his eyes that he was really a gentle and kind being. Not like everyone else who spat on him, said mean things about him, calling him an abomination, and always shied away from him. As for the appearance of a Farrian they carry an almost transparent blue skin with stars and the view of the galaxies constantly moving slowly across their skin. The stars that move across their skin are very faint in the light but in the dark they light up brightly; which is why it is very difficult for a Farrian to hide at night. They become targets to all the vicious creatures that come out only when the two moons are alight in the sky. That is why a large wall surrounds the city. That is why Kalalii is to never travel alone at night. Technically, she's never allowed to travel or be alone period.

"Have you ever wondered what is outside of these walls?" She asked him.

"It's a dangerous world out there. No place for a Narkinai." 

She sighed and scanned her view of the city. The palace sat at the highest point in the center of Sondast to overlook everything that goes on within it. The city looked like a maze of buildings that any outsider would easily get lost in. The streets wounded and curved in such a way that it would confuse the enemy making it very difficult, if not nearly impossible for them to reach the center. It was the first people of the Lamrian Clan that decided to build this place with extra defenses. It would take many suns and moons to learn it. As for Kalalii, she hasn't even traveled outside the walls that surrounded this maze. On some occasion she and her sisters would sneak out to roam the streets and get into mischief when she they were younger. But now she ages and her time is demanded much by her training to become Shuenja some day and one must always have knowledge of their history, their people, they're economy, and how to run a kingdom. 

"Narkinai, the suns are setting, I think it is time we go to see your tutor now." Shojak interrupted her thoughts of longing. 

 "Yes, of course, Shojak." She sighed heavily, "We wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

 Shall be continued...

Legends of Tyrium: Historical Introductions Part 2

Before we delve into the story line there is another side of Tyrium's legend you must be introduced to: The history behind the Jorkoes. They were once a peaceful race living along side the Farrians, but when a Jorkoe was accused of a murderous act against a Farrian they became enraged. With an unjust accusation on one Jorkoe caused grief for the rest of his kind. A Jorkoe always upheld his dignity and pride in his race and was not one to be maimed for dishonoring his name or his representation of his people. After a heated confrontation with the Farrians the Jorkoes were banished to live on the other side of Tyrium. What the Jorkoes were not aware of was the Farrian's trickery into convincing the Jorkoes to live in the Eastern Hemisphere, a desert wasteland, as the Farrians lived in the Western Hemisphere, a luscious land of resources and beauty. 

The royal members of the Jolek Clan are fierce and very dignified in themselves. They rule with such a powerful hate towards the Lamrian Clan that they seek for revenge. Shinjara Kabal dreams of the day he will receive justice for his kind and rewarded greatly with all the riches Tyrium has to offer. His wife, Shuenja Etzende is just as strong willed and stubborn as her husband. Their three children, the eldest being Nark Ajak, the second being Narkinai Ixel, and the youngest Narkinai Azelja are the admired ones amongst the city of Bitomal.  Nark Ajak works hard to prove to his father he is as strong a leader and just as fierce. Narkinai Ixel is slightly more reserved yet devious and known for being a great manipulator. Narkinai Azelja is the youngest, quiet and yet her eyes show a spark of wise intelligence, and adored greatly by the Jorkoes. 

Now that you have come to familiarities with the Jorkoes and their royal family the story can now finally begin. May strength and power be with you.  

Legends of Tyrium; A Historical Introduction: Sci-Fi, Fantasy Short

In a universe containing many galaxies there is always at least one planet that hosts a life form. With each new world giving birth to something incredible it will eventually evolve and grow with the breath of a new day. Curiosity and thought process brings forth a new intellect to which will change the lives of all living things. Destiny becomes an important role in one's existence. How we choose our path to our final destination is solely based on our choices we make and the free will each individual holds.

A new planet has been born giving breath to two kinds of beings; the Farrians and the Jorkoes. The two races once resided together in peace on Tyrium. However, on one fateful day a Farrian died by the hands of a Jorkoe.  This encounter with death put fear and resentment in their hearts and now two clans were created separating the Farrians and Jorkoes. The Farrians followed their leader into the Lamrian Clan and the Jorkoes into the Jolek Clan. Thus creating a world split into two with hatred and disdain building within its inhabitants.

The Lamrian Clan are a people of great intelligence and crafting skills. Over time an empire was built and is now the capital of their side of the planet. A great wall surrounded it protecting it from outsiders and threats. The citizens of the Sondast city were a peaceful and friendly sort. They lived blissfully as if they had eternity to enjoy their world. They served and worshiped a great leader, the Shinjara. The royalty in power in this current time is Shinjara Valatar. His wife, Ch'tara, is the Shuenja of their kingdom. Together they bore four children who are the Narkinais and Narks of the kingdom. His eldest is Narkinai Kalalii, who is known throughout the land to be one of the most beautiful daughters of the Shinjara. Narkinai Relaren is the second born daughter known for her wisdom and kindness, a favorite of the people. Narkinai Ralielalith is the third daughter recognized as the playful one and always full of laughter. And finally, their son, Nark Calatar, the youngest and a Shinjara in the making to some day be the ruler of Sondast and all of the Farrians.

Now that you have met the royal members of Tyrium's beloved Farrians the story shall take place through Kalalii's eyes as her destiny unravels in a most unexpected way. Hope to see you next time when the real fun begins!  

New To Blogging

Greetings Bloggers!

It's a pleasure to be here amongst you.

This is my first time blogging and so I do hope you can bare with my incompetence.

I'm here to get involved with the community, meet new people, make new friends, and share my words with you.

I may not fully grasp the concept of the proper way to blog; however I hope that I can intrigue your interests anyway. I needed somewhere to share my stories and this site seemed like the ideal place to start. 

I intend to do what I like to call a "continuing short story" which basically means I will put out a portion of my story in one post and continue it in another post. It's a fun way to keep all readers guessing and coming back for more. 

Hope to see you all soon!