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Prologue
Steam. Hissing loudly, billowing in clouds, consuming the vast, dim space.
Heat ravaged the place. It crept through the air, soaking up all oxygen. Rusted pipes lined every wall, every surface, casting an amber glow around the whistling, straining structure as it crumbled at the edges. A faint alarm wailed uselessly in the distance: a warning. A call to escape before it was too late. But it had been singing for a while now, and the chance to escape was long past.
Metal walkways and platforms criss-crossed through the chamber, climbing high up the vast height of the tower. The air only became thinner up here, so hot that it physically hurt to breathe, and machinery and pipes squealed in pain as they disintegrated and broke down around four figures shrouded in the midst of it all.
“I'm only going to say this once, Peter: move.”
“No.” The young man declared, defiantly holding his ground even as his voice threatened to waver. He glared down the barrel of the gun and straight through those horn-rimmed glasses, sustaining eye contact with the middle-aged man behind them. “No.”
Noah Bennet's face rippled with anger before he once again recalled his standard, expressionless mask. He spoke steadily, almost calmly, but his tone was somehow loud enough to compete with the ringing apparatus straining on all sides. “He's a killer, Peter. A walking disaster. Just look around you: all this? This is his doing.”
“No!” Peter recited for a third time. “It wasn't him! I'm not gonna let you take him!” He tried his best to mirror the calm authority of the man opposite, but his heart was hammering against his ribcage and he was physically shivering under the unbearable heat of this place, roiling through his body and dewing sweat along his skin.
“P-Peter... don't! You can't heal...” A pained groan sounded behind Peter's back, and he held out a hand to shush his companion.
The Company man's glasses glinted dangerously in the rusty light. “He's going to kill people, Peter -”
“No he's not! He just -”
“He's a monster. All he knows how to do is kill. Or have you already forgotten about Nathan?”
The words ricocheted briefly before being swallowed up in the depths of the cavern. Behind him, Peter could hear more little grunts of pain and difficult, shuffling movements. He felt his hackles rise in defense of his lost brother and his wounded friend, and took the tiniest of steps towards the older man, putting himself further in the path of the bullet that was meant for another.
“Noah, listen to me, you don't understand -”
Then a mutilated hiss shot through the steam, a fourth voice. “No, you don't understand, Peter!” The sound stabbed right through the empath's gut, and he glanced again at the almost unrecognisable form of his niece. His heart broke a little more when he saw the rage twisting her features, the disdain being thrown his way, and the gun in her hand pointing directly at his chest. “How could you ever trust him? After what he did to me?!” One furious tear of betrayal glistened in her eye before rolling down her cheek. It evaporated almost instantly.
Peter lost his breath all over again. “He's changed, Claire.” He insisted for the millionth time, although he knew she wouldn't believe him. Caught between staring down both the teenager and her adoptive father at once, Peter raised both hands, a sign of sincerity. “He's not the same person who did all those things, alright? I'm telling you – he only wants to help.”
“Really? And why would he ever want to do that? What's in it for him?” Noah retorted smoothly, adjusting his grip on the handle of his weapon, his aim never faltering.
“I'm different now – I've repented -”
“Sylar.” Peter stopped his friend again, his mortal heart stuttering and currently vulnerable body tingling with nerves as Noah's finger stroked the trigger in promise.
“In all of a few months? That's more than a little hard to believe, Peter...”
“Well it's the truth.” Peter said slowly, clearly, with everything he had. “Okay, I swear. You have to trust me –”
“I did trust you!” Claire spat, slicing Peter apart with her glare. The weapon in her clutches shook uncontrollably, now. “But you chose him?! I thought you were my friend! My family!”
Unable to bite back his frustration this time, Peter rounded on his niece. “I am!” A loud metallic squeal pierced the air as yet another pipe burst nearby. Peter winced, but kept his gaze firmly on Claire. “But he's my friend too. Why do I even have to choose – we're on the same side here!”
The place was so unbearably hot, so loud, tumbling down around them like a house of cards and it was all beginning to choke Peter with mottled, claustrophobic fingers. In the midst of it all, he didn't mean to let his guard down.
He didn't mean to lose sight of his other assailant, even for just one second.
Without warning this time, Mr Bennet dodged around him and set off a series of ear-splitting, echoing shots.
“Noah!” All at once Peter leapt at him, Claire flinched and Sylar yelled, and then the air was knocked out of the empath's body. He felt himself crash to the ground, scattering broken pipes and scraps of machinery as a searing gash of pain erupted through his torso.
He cried out, an echo thrown back at him over again, and clutched at his side, forcing his vision to clear when he heard Sylar's gasp accompany three more gunshots. Peter watched in horrified silence, unable to make a coherent sound, as the man he had just failed to protect tumbled backwards over the railing and fell out of sight.
The silence rang out like ripples in the steam. Then Peter felt a body hitting the level far below, the impact reverberating through the grate beneath his fingers.
“Dad?! You – you just...! And Peter!”
“I did what I had to, Claire Bear. Both of these men are extremely dangerous and this place is about to blow! We don't have much time...” Peter heard the heated exchange between father and daughter. Then the pounding of two pairs of feet – one determined, one being ushered along behind – as they hurried down the stairs to reach his fallen comrade.
And then he was left crumpled on the ground. Wounded. Hurting. Alone.
White-hot pain continued to rip at him with every ragged breath, his vision beginning to blur around the edges, and he knew he was vulnerable and open and unable to protect himself in this state. But he also knew that he wasn't the endangered target. Clutching at the mesh grate below him with sticky hands, gasping for air that burned down his throat, Peter Petrelli heaved himself over to the edge of the platform with all the waning strength he possessed. He grit his teeth to hold back any betraying cries, and didn’t even hesitate before sliding his broken body through the gap at the bottom of the railing, free-falling the long distance below.
Hot clouds of gas and steam whirled past as he fell, the ground came racing up to meet him, and Peter only just managed to catch himself with flight at the very last second, hovering so close above burning metal that the heat caressed his face. He clumsily eased his landing beside Sylar, scrambling to check the status of his friend. Blood flowed from multiple bullet holes on the man's chest, thick and dark, his eyes closed as if in sleep and his limbs sprawled out loosely around him - an ungraceful display that Sylar would despise to be caught in if he knew. Fingers bloodied and trembling, Peter reached for the other man’s neck, rewarded by the faint pulse of life stirring just below the skin. Unconscious, but still breathing. Barely.
Familiar footsteps rang out again nearby. Then two rippling shadows bled through the fog, weapons drawn. “Peter! Don't do it! I'm warning you – I will kill you!”
Desperate, suffocating and fighting for much more than just his own life, Peter pressed a hand to Sylar's leaking chest, tugged on the first power that rushed up to meet him, and used it without thinking.
Fire.
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Here’s the prologue for my post-series Heroes WIP “Tongues of Fire” which I’m posting here on tumblr for @alexprompts WIPWeekly event.
Feel free to go check out the story on Ao3, or to get in touch about anything regarding the fic or the writing process, I’m always happy to chat ^.^
(Heroes, the characters and storyworld don’t belong to me (thanks Tim Kring and NBC) but the writing is all mine.)
#alexprompts#alexpromptsWIPweekly#fanfiction#writeblr#primatech#nbcheroes#petlar#peter petrelli#sylar#claire bennet#noah bennet#tongues of fire#excerpt#prologue#whump#angst#danger
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WIP Weekly October Event
Title: (Im)Mortal (click for "glorious" master post)
Main blog: writingforjoy.tumblr.com
Summary: High school junior Helouise Nevaeh Pierceman had always been the type to only keep to herself and only hung out with her cousin, Cassidy Jones, and her boyfriend Ramero. Life as she knew it was admittedly weird, but simple and quiet with the one rule her parents asked her to never break: NEVER take off her shades for anyone. It soon became evident that she wasn’t an average human herself as her powers had awakened, and she wants nothing more but to continue living a simple, quiet life.
Then one choice leads to another, and soon she finds herself in magical restraints and at risk of being killed. Before she could do anything, she's suddenly saved by a mysterious classmate.
Now a member of a mercenary group, she learns the reason why her mother always told her to be slow to trust someone, and to never take off her shades. They're wanted by the Upper Council because of the power that they hold. The council fear that they may become stronger than the council themselves, fear that they may become gods.
With secrets being brought out into the light, betrayals coming from those she thought she could trust, and her life on the line, will Helouise be able to live the normal life she wants, or will she become what the council fears most?
Genres/Themes: Young/New Adult (according to Clammy), lgbtq+, fantasy, myth, lost family, love, rebellion, family, immortality, manipulation, war, desire for escape, untold secrets, magic, self-discovery, magic mafia/gang (����)
Warnings: Violence
(Top) Main Characters:
Helouise Nevaeh Pierceman: 16-year-old teenager who enjoys spending time with her pet fox, Skyla, reading books, and hanging with her friends Cassidy Jones and Mallory O’Neil. She enjoys going out to eat, but is wary of ingredients due to her peanut allergy. She is headstrong, reserved but friendly once you get to know her, and can also be a bit impatient at times. Helouise goes to Easthaven High School, where her favourite subjects are English and Journalism, but hates all things math related and P.E. with a fiery passion.
Zane Masters: co-leader of the seventh’s generation of the King’s Trinity, known as the Second King. The Second King serves as an embodiment of knowledge and resources. The most charming of the Kings, gathering intel and making deals are his strong suits. He has left the King’s Trinity once before because of an accident that almost took his life.
@alexprompts @stephrawlingwrites
#writingforjoy#writeblr#alexprompts#alexpromptswipweekly#sorry its late#had 3 mondays in a row this week and i literally feel like death
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Honey Hawk
I’m making this post for @alexprompts WIP weekly event :)
One sentence summary: When a human soldier and an alien terrorist on opposing sides work together to reveal the injustice on their planet, they are forced to discover what they believe in and what they’re willing to sacrifice for it.
Warnings: Mild violence, the manuscript itself contains themes of PTSD, abuse, and NSFW elements but I don’t believe anything posted on my blog contains those.
Genres: Soft Sci-fi, Romance
Themes: Justice, Naivete vs. Cynicism, Growth, Queer Love <3
Setting: Futuristic earth (it’s been restored after the majority of humanity was wiped out in the climate apocalypse), coastal desert (currently my favorite ecosystem)
Main Characters:
Alder Brites
My beautiful book-smart, street-dumbass human. Alder is studying journalism while they complete their mandated service for the human army (The Force). When they find out how unjust the human justice system is, they start questioning their entire world view and go through a steep learning curve.
Sefynne Ayed
Vantarians evolved in the intertidal zone on their home planet, Alraykin. This means they have a bunch of super cool adaptations like copper-based blood (it’s blue), feathered scalps, and they can taste with their hands (and their sense of taste is so good they can taste emotions through touch, to an extent). They spearheaded Earth’s restoration after the apocalypse. Generations of vantarians lived on Earth before humans returned, fleeing interstellar injustice. A lot went down, humans ended up adopting the strategies of their oppressors against vantarians and are now the dominant force on Earth.
Anyway, Sefynne is a vantarian farmer who has been classified as a terrorist by the human government because he’s accused of killing a human soldier. After spending nine months in prison, he’s released due to lack of evidence. When he starts running into a human soldier who wants to fight injustice but is too stupid to do so could use some help, he recognizes they have access to resources he doesn’t and decides to work with them.
Honey Hawks:
Honey hawks are a cross between an Alraykin species of honey bee and earth’s tarantula hawk. If you don’t know what a tarantula hawk is, it’s a type of wasp with the second most painful bite or sting on earth, after the bullet ant. Honey hawks are used in Orchidist (an Abrahamic religion that began during the apocalypse, named after its founder Orchid Wilson) baptisms and end up playing an important role in Alder and Sefynne’s efforts.
Other stuff:
You can find more on my blog by searching for #honey hawk
Feel free to hit me up with constructive feedback about anything I post.
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The Fear of Yesterday
this post was made for @alexprompts‘s WIP weekly event. here’s the link to my main blog, which is where i follow and such.
blurb
A young child from a small town was once given the opportunity to meet his parents. The year was 1997. With the help of a companion, Robin Greyson and Marina Tojo embarked on their fateful trip to a flourishing Vafrian island called Soma. It was supposed to be a wonderful, one-of-a-kind experience-until fate played a cruel game. These two tortured souls met others during their journey.
Everything was not as it seemed. Strangers weren't so estranged after all. Mysteries only broadened into bigger ones. What was once thought to be a simple concept seemed to have a greater meaning.
This is the story of a boy who learned of secrets no child should know; things that were out of his control, as told by Robin himself.
main characters: Robin, Marina, Chuck, Hina, Trevor, Tiffiny, Reginald, One, Daphnis
plot summary (no major spoilers)
this modern fantasy/sci-fi story starts out in a way that reeks of suspicion. the main character is dragged into a zombie mystery, which constantly deepens until it reaches conspiracy territory. Robin soon finds himself in a deadly game of sorts, along with Marina and some new faces.
The Fear of Yesterday is told in two halves--the calm before the storm and the storm itself. in the first half, Robin concentrates on Chuck, a selfish and aggressive young man who appears to be going insane. as he analyzes this guy’s behavior, he sees possible connections to Joseph, an absent figure who is shrouded in secrecy. during all of this, Robin hopes that things will work out well for himself and the other children.
it does not. Robin and his new friends up meet an entirely new cast, and together they decide whether they will remain prisoners or fight for their freedom. all while dealing with pseudo-zombies at every turn.
the things they learn about each other on their journey change their outlook on everything--including their country’s future.
settings
Soma, the lush island mentioned in the first blurb. Soma is a tropical island off the upper east coast of Vafria, and nobody knows what’s going on over there. but Robin sees it firsthand.
the Facility, an unnecessarily swanky underground bunker
Purgatory, another underground “building”, which is actually more of a labyrinth
excerpts
here is a link to The Fear of Yesterday’s WIP page, which includes an excerpt and quote.
#alexprompts#alexpromptswipweekly#wip#fantasy#sci-fi#violent#gory#horror#mystery#wattpad#thriller#zombie
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CALL FOR WIPs October Event: Immortal’s Warrior
WIP Title: Immortal’s Warrior
Main blog: https://wiseauthorowl.tumblr.com
Summary: Seth wakes up from a multi-millennial slumber with no memory. She has no idea what is going on or who she is, but she has awoken among a primitive tribe who believe her to be their ancient goddess. Unaware of how to control her power, Seth accidentally and randomly impresses and ferments the tribe’s beliefs as their goddess which gets her thrown head first into confrontations with those who are posed against the tribe, namely, another tribe with their own, recently awoken goddess, Neria. With the arrival of a mentor and his student, Fenrir and Avroth, Seth, and Neria soon get drawn into an even larger mess when a large, political power takes an interest in Seth and Neria and their powers.
Genres/Themes: Fantasy, magi-tech, self-discovery, lgbtq+, power, war, violence
Warnings/Tags: #violence #war #gore #horror
Main characters:
Seth: a dark elf girl who has just awoken from a supposedly two-thousand-year slumber and has no memory of what happened. Many well-meaning people try to help her by telling her who and what she is, but Seth would rather figure it out herself.
Neria: another dark elf girl who had awoken in conjunction with Seth. She and Seth are supposed to hate each other, according to preserved records, yet Neria can’t help but admire Seth’s daring and straightforward personality.
Caldour: Seth’s best and only friend in the Waketo village. Caldour was once an outcast for leaving the village for the outside world but when the knowledge he gained saved many lives, he was let back in. He might just be a human with no magic to speak of, but he makes up for it by being as supportive as he can be.
Fenrir: a mentor to Seth, Neria, and Avroth. He understands the struggle of curses and contradictions more than anyone and being a few thousand years old elf, he’s become pretty good at helping people out with them. And protecting them. Don’t touch his kiddos.
Avroth: likes to act all cloak and dagger but in reality, he just wants a friend. He kind of sucks at making friends, though. At least Fenrir puts up with him.
WIP Blog: https://immortals-warrior.tumblr.com/
Settings:
World: Acroran
Continent: Cuadren
Other: forest, hills, caves, urban
Other Characters:
Aspen Lux: a white-mage who is proficient in healing and shields. Aspen researches the Flame Emporer and his children to no end in hopes to find better ways to defend against them.
Bartholomew August: a man who lost his birthright, family, and city to the Flame Empire. After seeing his home and city torched by one of the Flame children at a young age, a “display of true power,” Bartholomew has become obsessed with reclaiming his title of a Lord as well as obtaining his idea of ‘true power,’ at any cost. Only daring innovation will be able to defeat the Flame Empire.
The Author: I’ll be 23 in early October and I’ve been writing for quite a while now. I started Immortal’s Warrior officially seven years ago under the name Shadow’s Calling and have been stealing old notebooks to scribble in for a bit longer. I absolutely love writing and always love talking about my works as well as listening to other’s but watch out; I can go on and on for hours! Outside of that, some generic information is that I’m male, total nerd and cosplayer, I love camping, and I’m a bit antisocial. Maybe more than a bit...
Magic System: In the early ages of Acroran, magic was a specific aether-based art but in modern times, the term magic has become more generalized, used to refer to any art that uses aether. With that being said, the magic system is really the aether system.
Aether is created by weaving pure energy into a usable form. Pure energy is extremely volatile and will break down anything it comes into contact with into more pure energy; this is not a regular issue because the only place pure energy is found in is the Rift (the space between worlds). Spent aether and pure energy are drawn into the rift to be later pulled back into the material plane.
Aether (and energy) are etherial and not inherently physical (material).
There are many different types of aether along with many different sources, each can be used in different types and styles of magic.
The process to use aether (or magic) is thus: raw energy from the Rift is drawn into a source (a soul is a common source of aether), each source has a physical and ethereal presence and has what’s known as an energy weave, it’s the way in which the source weaves energy into aether. The type, purity, efficiency, and potency of aether are all dependent on the weave. Using the weave, the source turns energy into usable aether then draws it into the material plain for various uses (in the terms of a soul as a source, it will use aether to power the body). In terms of magic, if the weave’s aether is useable for magic, the source can use or have its aether used to supply power to the magical arts by weaving the aether further into a specific use, such as casting a fireball spell.
A few examples of sources are; a soul, special types of crystals (all crystals can hold aether, only some produce it), aether currents in nature, aether wells.
A few examples of aether based magic types are; Curses/hexes, summoning, animation, elemental, ki, ritual/rune, augmentation.
A few examples of aether types are; elemental (each element is a different type), nature, neutral, umbral, light.
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WIP Introduction:
The Traveler's Gift
Short summary: Being able to teleport from one place to another was something Louis Mahoney considered a gift until it took him from 1923 to present-day Chicago.
Dumped in an unfamiliar era and kidnapped for his superhuman abilities, Louis is given a choice to die or work for Chicago’s most notorious mobster, Rick O’Shea.
Thirsting for vengeance, Louis finds himself in a precarious position when he is paired with the mobster’s most dangerous weapon’ a volatile and intriguing man with a murderous reputation known as The Reaper.
Warnings: Violence, language, torture, alcoholism, blood/gore, minor character death, and slight NSFW (I don’t do smut)
Generes: Science Fiction, Action
Themes: Revenge, enemies to lovers, LGBTQ
Setting: Starts out in 1923 and ends in present-day Chicago
Main Characters:
Louis Elijah Mahoney
Act first, think later. Louis is gritty, determined, and caring. He was born in 1899 to Abraham and Margaret Mahoney. He has an older brother named James and a younger sister named Eleanor. He spent his youth playing with his friends and siblings, homeschooled by his mother, and spent every Sunday in church, where his father was a pastor. When WWI hit, he signed up for the Army. He spent most of the war in France, fighting in the trenches. Where, he discovered his ability to teleport. His teleportation, although convenient for travel, is painful. When the war ended and he returned to Chicago, he struggled to find work due to the Union strikes. There, he ended up employed by Marcello Salvatore and his brother Ed. Two mobsters who were the best bootleg producers in the state.
Slater Michael O’Brien
Slater is a swaggering, arrogant bastard who guards his heart with sarcasm and snide remarks. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he picks a fight with the biggest man in the room. He knows he’s going to get his ass kicked. He thrives on pain and adrenaline. He does not forget and he will not forgive. His favorite hobby is finding a person’s most sensitive nerve and pressing down on it. He’ll do whatever it takes to get a reaction. He dropped out of high school his senior year and ran off with Rick O’Shea and his gang. With his ability to blow things up with his mind, he built himself a reputation with Rick’s clients and has been referred to as “The Reaper”. Because, in the lore, The Reaper does the Devil’s bidding by collecting the souls of the damned.
Rick O’Shea inherited his family’s empire at a fairly young age after his father dropped dead from a heart attack. To keep himself filthy rich and his deadly employees happy, he has his irons in many different fires. One of which, is the kidnapping and selling of people with superpowers to the highest bidder.
Rick O’Shea
Other Stuff: Not everybody has superpowers. All abilities come with side-effects. The Traveler's Gift is hopefully going to become a duology with its sequel being called "The Reaper's Curse". You can find more by searching my these tags on my blog: #The Traveler’s Gift, #The Reaper’s Curse, #Louis Elijah Mahoney, and #Slater Michael O’Brien
(Slater is the left and Louis is the right. Commission by @rainbowd00dles and I'm following @alexprompts on my main blog @all-my-dreams-and-ambitions)
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Writing Prompt: Hidden Beneath
@alexprompts for both the prompt of the week and my WIPweekly~
The following is an excerpt from Immortal’s Warrior.
Seth placed a hand on the large, stone door before her for support as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and ease her weight off her injured left leg; the Temple of the Dead was proving much simpler than she had expected but with her refusal to use her power its trials were taking their toll.
Channeling her power, Seth let her lightning arc around her arm for only a brief moment to check to see if its affliction remained; it did. Where her lightning would’ve normally scurried up and down her arm in bright, luminous arcs with her channel of power, they instead were totally devoid of light. Her lightning was black, somehow tainted by the Temple of the Dead. Seth had no idea what was hidden beneath the temple but whatever it was, to be able to corrupt her power so was terrifying. Nothing should have that ability, especially without her notice. She still felt no difference in herself or her channeled lightning, yet still it was black. In the end, she had decided to use her power as little as possible while she overcame the trials, hopefull limiting the corruption, or possibly following some hidden rule to not use her power in the trials.
The latter concerned Seth, when she first entered there had been a small list of rules to follow, lest she beset upon by “Specter of the Dead.” Her innate confidence in herself told her that she could handle any specter, be it one of the dead or of the Flame Emporer’s but Fenrir had warned her fervently of the Temple of the Dead and she was inclined to heed his warnings. Being her mentor, he knew well her strengths and limits and with whatever afflicted her lightning now prevalent, she was more inclined than ever to listen to her mentor, a rare occurrence.
Shaking off her fear of a possible unknown rule, Seth went over the ones that she had read at the very beginning of the temple. Do not lie within the Temple, do not desecrate the Temple, do not cheat the rules of each trial, and do not forsake light. The last rule seemed redundant, considering the only source of light in the entire temple was a mage-torch provided to her in the first chamber. It would have been impossible to progress otherwise, even with her dark-elven abilities. Her kind did need some light to operate, not even she could navigate and operate in complete darkness. At least, not against the various challenges she had faced in the temple so far.
Seth glanced down to her wounded, left leg, blood seeping through the bandage she had wrapped around the slice in her thigh. She would definitely be dead without the light, though, she also would be unhurt if she had been using her lightning. Maybe that was the point of the curse, though. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt the creatures in the temple, or maybe it would have had some other side effect. It might have seemed irrational or her fears unfounded to refuse to use her magic but it was the Temple of the Dead and caution favored the warry.
There was also the fact that she was the Child of Lightning. Everything about her from her aether to her soul supposed to be perfect, and that wasn’t Seth being conceded. Her mother was the Aspect of Lightning, the source of all electricity and an immortal on a tear higher than the gods, and her father, a demigod whose mother was an unknown yet potent goddess. Unlike with mortals, immortals weren’t simply forgotten; they were buried and with as old as Seth’s grandmother was, she had to have been an Elder goddess. There was no doubt, Seth was designed to be powerful, and for the singular purpose of taking down a single man; the Flame Emporer, the Child of Fire. The pair of them were two sides to the same coin of perfection and yet still, her magic and been spoiled black by the temple.
Seth shook her stray thoughts from her mind, now wasn’t the time for introspection. Of course, it never seemed the time but she needed to keep moving, she had the final trial to complete. Seth looked up to the stone door she had been using for support; everything in the temple had been unnerving to her so it was no surprise the door to the final trial did, too. It was blank, a large slate of stone that was smooth and unblemished. All the previous door had depicted various scenes, the birth of the universe as she progressed. The scene before the last trial had been a mirror and now this one was blank, the end of everything. The carvings had also been a prelude to the trial within so the blank canvas before Seth gave her another cause to worry. If the last trial’s door was a mirror of how she was now was this one implying she would be no more?
Again, Seth shook her head. She had to reach the end to leave, there was no turning back. Resolving herself, Seth pushed the door open and entered. She nearly jumped in fright to find the room well-light. Not by mage torches or fire, either. It was simply... lit up with no discernible source of light. Cautiously, Seth made her way into the chamber.
Laid out before her in the massive chamber what perhaps the largest skeleton Seth had ever seen, clearly devoid of any life. She moved forward to examine it further. Where one might expect a skeleton to actually be alive in the Temple of the Dead, every creature so far had been alive and with her ability to sense aether in all forms, Seth could tell the skeleton before her to be truly devoid of any form of life. No, the temple seemed not to be a place for the dead, but a place for where one may die.
“Your translation is wrong, it isn’t the Temple of the Dead,” a voice said from behind her, startling her as she whipped around to spot the source of the voice. Horror struck her when she did.
Sitting in a plain, black chair was a man with features she was all too familiar with. A slender yet strong frame with sharp and flawless design, hair as black as the void, and red eyes, all calling cards of the Flame Emperor and his children. Yet, something impressed upon Seth a difference... it was the man’s eyes. They weren't ruby red with a hunger behind them, they were-
“Sanguine,” the man said, again somehow prying information from her mind without her knowing. “My eyes are the color of sanguine, and indeed are distinctly different than that of the Child of Fire’s and his offspring. I am not one of them.”
A small amount of relief flooded through Seth, though this man still made her weary. “So who are you, then?”
The Child of Fire look-alike shrugged. “A predictable question, though one with many answers. I am the one who the Temple of Death was built for, the one who is hidden beneath.”
“The Temple of Death?” Seth asked with a furrow of her brow. “You had said my translation had been wrong, how so? What’s the difference?”
“Simple,” he said, “while the langue of the temple is the language of truth, written words are subject to the error of translation as the language of truth is enforced by intent. Those who wrote the words in the stone of the temple are long dead and from an era far removed. They do not lie when one from another time simply misinterprets their meaning, and the langue of truth was never meant to have a written script. As for the difference, the dead are a vague group. Death is a single entity.”
Seth’s brow forrowed further, she wasn’t sure if she believed the man and, in fact, she wasn’t sure if she really understood him but he spoke in such a matter of fact way that she couldn’t help but go along with it. “Alright,” she said, tentatively accepting the man at his word. “And who are you to have the Temple of Death built for?”
A lazy smile spread across the man’s face. “Now that’s a question, one much more interesting and complicated,” he said. “But to put it as plainly as I can, I am the voice of Death itself.”
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Magic Changes
So "Magic Changes" is a story about two people who gets to fall in love at the right place but a wrong time.
Probably set in the present time (2019) though I don't think it's evident. Hehe sorry about that. I haven't really made up the whole of this, I'm just making things as I go.
But the thing is girl from an all girls school falls in love with guy from an all guys school during a Grease play that involved the collaboration of the two schools. They kinda develop feelings but they didn't confess since they were going to face college in a few months and they don't think their relationship would work out.
And that's it for now!
The genre would be,bI guess, a romance.
I'm not quite sure about the theme, but I think it's about: "Love will find you in the right time. And love will always come back to you whether if it'll be romantic love or as a friend. Love will always come."
There's not much warning here. Unless you count Grease.
The main characters are Kristy Brewer and Sam Martin.
Kristy like like a bit of a half Asian (Chinese, preferably). She has long lack hair but she happens to have bright blue eyes. I like to use Momo Hirai from TWICE as a base even if she doesn't have blue eyes.
I really didn't have a description for Sam but he's supposed to look like Danny Zuko later in the story so I guess black or brown hair. He's tall, probably. He's a bit like an opposite of Danny, cause Sam is like a Peter Parker kind of person. And since he's got a Peter Parker kind of persona, I use Tom Holland as visual reference.
I haven't really posted anything about this. But I've done 3 chapters already, I'm working on the 4th.
Beauregarde Academy is for the girls.
Stoneybrook Academy is for the boys.
Chapter 1 is a little introduction of what is up, a little explanation of what is around. Like Kristy waking up, introduction of some characters (her friends), announcement about a September Festival, a little side story about one of her friend's messy break up, some talks during dinner then sleep.
Chapter 2 is already set in Septermber. It's a weekend, everyone's talking about preparation for the festival and a meeting with some students from Stoneybrook Academy. While that's happening, Kristy joins a beach outing nearby the school with one of her friends (Nicky). She gets pushed by one of her friends (John) off the pier as a joke but it almost costs her her own life. That's where Sam comes in and saves her. When she got back to the Academy, her little sister (Sunny) bursts in her dorm to see if she's okay and the news about the incident spread like wild fire. She and her friends discuss about the incident and what she's gonna do with John. Kristy says she'll forgive him and her words haunt her as she went to bed.
Chapter 3 is about John going to Beauregarde to ask Kristy for forgiveness. That's it, mostly. More preparations for the festival, a few more dinner talks then it's lights out.
There are a lot of extra characters here. Some of the characters already paired up. They don't really have much description yet since I'm still working them out.
Here's some of the characters though:
Brewer Family consists (this is arranged from oldest to youngest) of Milton, Kristy, Sunny and Scott.
Kristy's friends (Girls) are:
Mallory Ramsey (Everyone ships her with Andrew.)
Nicky Gray (She's in a relationship with Alan.)
Helen Thomas (She's in a relationship with Byron.)
Shannon Newton (She's in a relationship with Adam.)
Claudia Harvey (She's in a relationship with Michael.)
Ann Pike (Has a crush on Gabbie.)
Nancy Prezzioso (Has a bad relationship with her ex, Kirke.)
Eve Irving
Edna Enright
Elizabeth du Maurier
The Staff of Beauregarde:
Delphine Agnew
Enid Lovell (the Principal)
The Guys at Stoneybrook Academy:
Andrew Robinson (Everyone ships him with Mallory.)
Alan Kishi (Nicky and him are in a relationship.)
Byron Spier (He's in a relation with Helen.)
Adam McGill (He's in a relationship with Shannon.)
Michael Schafer (He's in a relationship with Claudia.)
Jessi Kilbourne
Jeff Spark
John Flyte
Jerry Henry
Gabbie Drew (Has a crush on Ann.)
Kirke Bruno (Has a bad relationship with his ex, Nancy.)
Stoneybrook Academy Staff:
Philip Ketterley
David Johanssen
Anyway, thanks for reading! Hope you like it! And I'm always up for asks so ask away! Or comments! I accept anything! Hahahahah! See ya! And thanks! 😁✌️ Hope you all have a good day!
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WIP Weekly Event
@alexprompts is putting on a WIP Weekly event starting in October, and I wanted to put The Trident of Azmarin in for the running.
TITLE: The Trident of Azmarin (it used to be called “The Trident’s Return,” but for now it’s this)
BLURB: Petryn Alenyath, disgraced former governor of the island nation Azmarin, suspects her political successor in the theft of the island’s greatest treasure, a powerful enchanted trident with which Petryn’s ancestor once saved the world. The only hope she has of reclaiming the governor’s seat lies in recovering the trident and proving her rival’s guilt… but, as every Azmarin native knows, there is always something lurking just below the water’s surface. History is about to repeat itself.
HISTORY: Millennia ago the primordial gods of the elemental planes, angered by their waning worship, unleashed their full catastrophic might on the realm, and destruction reigned. After nearly a century of chaos, the Masters of the Elements, four mortal experts in elemental magic, succeeded in binding the Titans deep within their respective planes and, in doing so, put an end to the Elemental Incursions.
One of those Masters was Petryn’s ancestor, Namoros Alenyath: First King and Eternal Protector of Azmarin, Guardian of the Marized, Bane of Sifume, wielder of the Namoros Trident. For over three thousand years, House Alenyath kept that trident safe.
GENRE: Nautical High Fantasy
THEMES: Legacy, duty, acceptance, change, history, intrigue, elemental magic
CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild violence. One of the characters might warrant a body horror warning, depending on how far I want to take him. There might also be a sex scene later on.
SETTING: The Sovereign City of Azmarin, the Floating City, Jewel of the Marized, Anchorage of the Ocean Crossing, two twin islands that form the caldera of an extinct volcano, the only major amphibious settlement in Arda’aman.
MAIN CHARACTERS:
PETRYN ALENYATH: Female | Politician | Nereid Descendant of one of Arda’aman’s greatest heroes and disgraced former governor of the island city-state, Azmarin.
GALEN GLAUCUS: Male | Druidmaster | Planesborn The son of a dock worker and an undine—an elemental spirit from the plane of water—the current druidmaster of Azmarin, and Petryn’s love interest.
ADRA REMORA: Female | Politician | Mermaid Lawer-turned-politician, current governor of Azmarin who won the election through a vicious string of propaganda posters and speeches.
TAGS:
General tag (it’s still tagged under “the trident’s return” since I haven’t settled on a formal title yet)
Worldbuilding for Arda’aman
About Petryn
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The End of the World (this time as a WIP!)
#alexprompts #alexpromptsWIPweekly @alexprompts
#violence #violent content
This is a (very) short story inspired by a prompt on a random generator website. The prompt asked to describe the end of the world, and this little story came from my head. I do not have much formal training in writing fiction outside of grade school, so any feedback on voicing, clarity, word choice, literally anything is completely welcome. If you enjoyed it, let me know too!
The sun’s rays boiled the air in the distance. A man and a woman traveled down the middle of an abandoned road surrounded by lush, rich vegetation that glowed green in the bright, abrasive sunlight. Animals moved sluggishly in the shade, cicadas shrieked in the distance. Jonas and Gina pressed on through the heat, their backs loaded with packs of supplies from their scavenging. Torrents of sweat pulled their long sleeves and pants close to their skin, but the breathable fabric allowed them to walk comfortably in the heat. UV Wear was first advertised merely as a convenient alternative to constant sunscreen application, but as global temperatures began to rise, the fashion statement became a necessary alternative to instant skin cancer, or worse, UV-related infections.
In the radiant daylight Jonas and Gina gleamed along the road as reflective silhouettes; every inch of them protected against the sun, not even their eyes were visible behind their modified sunglasses. Gina slowed her gait, raised her nose to the wind, and pulled her filtered scarf over her UV face mask. Jonas watched her, and he did the same. Alongside the road were swarms of flies, hundreds of them around seven different animal carcasses. The intense heat sizzled the rotting flesh and organs, likely killed two days prior. Very few creatures could live for very long nowadays. Each passing year an entire species or two gave way to harsher, nastier, more adapted creatures and plants. Each fought harder for survival than the last, and each vied for dominance over the humans, much like the pair that walked along the abandoned road, and much like the humans in the village which they walked toward.
Jonas abruptly halted and stretched his arm to halt Gina’s pace. The two of them stared silently at a freshly murdered carcass. Its broken ribs, severed organs, and hellacious scent displayed a stark difference to the other carcasses which clearly perished from UV poisoning. This animal was ripped apart by an adapted species, one who could stand to hunt in the heat and chase its prey for longer than any species before it. A screech suddenly pierced the silent air, in the direction of the village at the end of the road.
Jonas and Gina sprinted to the source of the scream. When they reached the village they stopped in shock to see an ambush of enormous, grotesque, vicious monsters. They may have once resembled tigers hundreds of years ago, but now this village of humans calls them the dark killers. Small patches of thin, colorless hair spotted their dark, thick skin. Theirs was one of the only species on the planet whose eyes and skin adapted to the sun, and each dark-eyed beast hunted the humans with a deadly force. Black, horrifying beasts devoured each brightly dressed human before they could scramble for safety. Any inch of exposed human skin was instantly boiled in the sun. Neither Jonas nor Gina had ever seen human skin exposed in the sunlight, much less human organs and intestines sizzling and boiling in the heat from a fresh attack.
This wasn’t the first ambush to attack the village; years of scavenging trips discovered hoards of weapons that staved off the resilient beasts for many years. Today, however, was finally the day the dark killers adapted to those, too. Jonas and Gina watched helplessly as the beasts devoured every member of their village. Together they knew this was the day.
The human race had been stubborn enough for too many centuries. The attractive and comforting promises of extinction and oblivion disappeared during the development of this village. The village of the last remaining humans on Earth. The elders had successfully persevered the assurance of hope over despondency, but as Jonas and Gina watched their village crumble, the latter seemed all too inevitable. A strange, yet familiar comfort overcame their minds as their bodies were taken into the jaws of the quickly approaching beasts.
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"That's close enough, Peter." Shaky on his feet, the empath wheeled around to see the inevitable crowd of agents pouring in upon his position, weapons drawn. It didn't matter that he already knew in his heart that he'd lost. He still backed up into the cold sheet of glass, pressing himself against it as though he might fall clean through anyway and reach Sylar this way.
“I can’t just leave him here,” He croaked breathlessly. “You’re wrong about him! About us!” The same claim he must have yelled at least a hundred times by now only reverberated pitifully around the basement corridor before fading. And just like the hundred times before, nobody believed him.
Peter's chest constricted further, his knees buckled and his hands scrabbled uselessly against the two-way mirror at his back, seeking courage from his friend’s mere proximity. From how close he'd come to almost being able to save him.
Watching in silence, Angela's expression faltered for the first time as Peter's voice began to break. “Please, Ma. Don’t do this.”
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Here is the final illustration so far for my Heroes WIP Tongues of Fire!
I think this is my last day as featured WIP in @alexprompts WIPWeekly event - probably good news for those of you out there sick of the sight of my posts by now XD But until the day ends, I hope you’ve enjoyed my artwork and that at least some of you have been inspired to go check out the story!
There will be more ToF art in future on my blog, if you want to keep up with them please look out for the “tongues of fire” tag ^.^ Otherwise, you can find my art gallery over on Ao3, featuring works for my other Heroes fics, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes and Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham as well.
My Gallery
(Warnings: whump, angst, distressing imprisonment, restraints, torture)
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Small boards I did for mine and @orchidalienscribbler main characters for @alexprompts Wip Weekly. Will post more boards later (most likely of them cause why not😅)
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This reminds me of a scene in Tongues of Fire. Paint along with sweet and sour sauce XP
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Person A and Person B are painting a room together. Who’s the one carefully painting so they don’t make a mess and who’s the one who finds every opportunity to “accidentally” splatter the other in paint?
#primatech#nbcheroes#writeblr#alexpromptsWIPweekly#alexprompts#petlar#peter petrelli#sylar#fanart#fan art#yajanele#fanfiction
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The Fear of Yesterday Interview Questions
these are my answers to the questions from @alexprompts WIP weekly event. thanks for featuring my wip!
SETTING:
Three main settings are mentioned in your post, being Soma, the Facility, and Purgatory. Can you give us a description of all three and the relevance to the story?
the majority of the story takes place on Soma. it’s a tropical island where travel is heavily restricted. whoever is running the show has done a good job of keeping the “zombie” thing a secret, so even most of the people who have gone there have been sworn to secrecy. Soma is part of Vafria, the country the story is set in. the only people that actually live on the island are scientists; military personnel can be seen all over the island as well. Soma is where the next two areas are located.
the Facility is an underground bunker/shelter. due to it being so unnecessarily extravagant, it is thought to be owned by someone rich and powerful. in the Facility are quite a few hallways. these lead to different rooms, including the ones the cast resides in while they are held there. there is also an upper level, which is where the two masterminds behind the deadly game are hanging out.
the most notable areas within the Facility are the Lobby, a circular room with a tall domed ceiling that mimics a skylight, and the Library, which is by far the most spacious room in the Facility.
Purgatory is another underground building. Purgatory is where Robin and the others are sent after they lose the game. it is crawling with the zombies (referred to as Infected in the story). Robin is initially under the impression that only children are down here, but that’s not quite the case.
even though it’s much larger than the Facility, most of the people sent there remain on the bottom floor indefinitely. while down there everyone is required to team up in groups to protect each other from the Infected and survive. there seems to be a way to get to the second floor, but going down that path is frowned upon.
every floor is like a labyrinth, consisting of many twists and turns. the people of Purgatory know their way around the first floor and have no problem teaching outsiders. the rest of the floors, however…yeah. they’ll have to learn as they go.
Purgatory has its own civilization that is hidden from the outside world. Robin can never really get used to the way things work down there.
Are there any other relevant settings?
one other relevant setting is Greenworth, Robin’s hometown. we won’t get to see much of it though, as it only appears briefly. there’s another location that’ll be shown near the very end, but i’m keeping that one a secret for now. :)
What do you draw your settings from? Your reality, imagination, a combination?
the Facility was inspired by some of the locations in the Zero Escape games and the whole tropical island idea was kind of inspired by Danganronpa 2.
Purgatory is mostly just drawn from my imagination. however, i watched a movie a few years ago (can’t remember the name) where a character mentioned an underground labyrinth that no one could escape and that really, really freaked me out. so that’s how that happened haha
CHARACTERS:
How does the main character, Robin, get caught up in the story you’re telling?
someone he trusts is about to start working on the island. this guy knew Robin and Marina’s parents when they were younger, and he also knows that they’re on Soma, as well. he never tells them how or why, but he is allowed to bring people with him. he already has the trust of Robin and Marina’s respective guardians, so they just kinda. let him do that. the people in Greenworth don’t know what’s going on on Soma, but they definitely didn’t expect it to be something like this.
after a tragic turn of events, Robin has no way to get home. things just go downhill from there.
What is the most important piece of character development you have written or planned so far?
so far, the most important piece of character development i have planned for the story has to do with some shared knowledge between Daphnis and Tiffiny. right now all i have is an overheard conversation between them, but it adds to the overall mystery of the story. without spoiling anything, i can say that they just know way too much. but they do use their knowledge to help their team out when they can.
Where do you choose your names from?
the character names so far have been mostly random. even One was random, to be honest. i don’t usually name the characters after anything or anyone in particular, and there’s no theme when it comes to names or anything. usually i’ll think of common names i’ve heard in the past, then if none of those work, i’ll think of japanese names i’ve heard.
however, Daphnis is an exception, here. i’m sure you’ve noticed his name is much different than the others’. i purposely named him after one of saturn’s moons, and i wasn’t sure why at first. but after looking through the plot in detail i’ve noticed that it fits very well. like eerily so. but that was a total coincidence.
STORY:
How do you plan?
when i first started this story, i didn’t have any plans, actually. over time i would type up any idea that came to mind and copy it to my notes later. eventually i had enough of those entries to start creating an outline. it’s not organized or anything, but it helps me keep the story in order.
Where did the inspiration for your story come from?
the Zero Escape series inspired this story, for sure. after i finished the trilogy, i decided i wanted to put my own spin on the whole deadly game thing.
THE FUTURE:
Do you plan sequels? If so, how many, and what will their connections/places in the universe be?
The Fear of Yesterday is part of a four-book series called Tomorrow’s Message! there is no direct sequel, but some of the characters in this book show up in the other entries. the other books are from the pov’s of two other characters in the series.
book two, The Door to Tomorrow, is the first half of book one told from Chuck’s perspective. it shows what really was going on in his head as well as his motives.
book three, Today and Forever, is about Joseph’s life (from his pov). it’ll reveal more of his involvement with this whole mess and how he feels about it. it’ll also showcase what’s really happening and why. as such, this book will answer a lot of the questions brought up in The Fear of Yesterday. there will be a detailed intrigue plot, a group of childhood friends, and lots more of that conspiracy stuff.
book four, New Century Endeavor, is told from Chuck’s pov once again. this focuses on his life after he’s come to terms with what he learned about himself in the Facility. this has almost nothing to do with the intrigue/conspiracy and is mostly about how his life gets totally derailed shortly after meeting a certain someone.
i’m currently trying to write the whole series at once. so far ive completed book two, which is actually quite short. this method is challenging and i’m not sure if i can recommend this kind of approach, but it’s fun connecting the stories together while they’re simultaneously being written.
Do you plan to publish? If so, what is your biggest goal in relation?
i plan to self-publish this series eventually. i’m not really sure what the goal is yet i just want a lot of people to enjoy my work.
If your story were to be turned into a movie, who would you want to play your main characters ideally?
well, i’d imagine it to be an anime-style movie. when i think of The Fear of Yesterday as a movie, i think of those netflix anime titles. so, i’d prefer for it to be a netflix movie, but a theatrical release would be cool, too. as for the cast, i… actually have no idea haha. but they’d be anime voice actors for sure.
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WIP interview questions
My week is just about up for @alexprompts wipweekly event, better answer these ASAP! Sorry for the busy weekend, and thank you so much for the spot on the event!
CURRENT ACHIEVEMENTS:
What’s the word count of your WIP currently?
My current draft is only at 10,685 words but I hope to add 50,000 is November!
Which scene are you the most proud of, and without (or with, if you’d prefer) spoilers, can you share an excerpt?
My current draft is still in a very young stage so from where it starts to where it is now there isn’t much I’m exactly proud of. However, there is a scene that I rather excited to get to and I’m proud of it in the sense that it really captures the chaos of my main villains the Flame Emporer and his children. I can’t share an excerpt since right now it’s just in my head, but I think I’ll write up the scene and share it sometime soon!
Can you explain the development of three characters you particularly enjoy for us, and where you drew their personalities from, or how they develop throughout the story?
This question seems hard to answer for me... at least, I’m thinking very complex for the answer.
I rather like Neria, she is a major bad-ass who is always so calm and cool and I love to draw out a more compassionate part of her as she learns to consider her own wants and desires.
Kor is always fun because you never really know what’s going on with him. He is very chaotically eccentric, yet everything he does always accomplishes something. When I write him, I think with his goals in mind but also that he is very bored with everything and just wants a little excitement at any expense. every time my characters think they have him figured out, they realize they don’t. I draw his character from the idea of “fun for fun’s sake.”
Another character I always enjoy writing is Chess. Being a fey, I draw their personality from that lot, being a trickster and all. Unlike with Kor, not even Chess’ base actions or what they say make sense, though also unlike Kor my characters end up understanding it, especially when they need it most.
SHORT TERM GOALS:
What’s the aim of sharing on tumblr?
Really, it’s to try to meet other writers and share our stories to one another.
What’s the biggest changes, progress, or development you would like to make to Immortal Warrior before the end of the year?
I’d really like to be done with the first draft if possible haha, other than that I want to continue intricate world and character building and actually recording it.
What draft are you currently on, and how would you like to see it evolve?
I am currently on my third draft, my previous two just weren’t what I wanted. I either got stuck or I just realized it wasn’t particularly good. In its current stage, I really want this draft to get completed and move onto editing and finally getting published.
LONG TERM GOALS:
Do you have a word count/ chapter amount goal?
I suppose about 90,000 for my first book. I know publishers don’t want a too high of a word count for first-time writers but I don’t want some meat on the bone.
Do you plan on publishing in the future? If so, how would you like to do so?
Of course, and however I can, really. I defiantly want physical copies, though.
If your WIP were to be turned into a movie or other form of media, what’s the most important three things you would want to be included/focused on?
Character personalities, the villains, and relationships (all sorts, not just romantic). The plot is important, of course, but I feel if you nail these three things the plot would follow suit.
What would you like to do to develop your skills as a writer?
Engage in constructive critique I suppose. You get better by knowing first that you can and knowing where to go from there.
INSPIRATION:
Which authors inspire you?
I suppose Stephen King and recently, Kel Kade. While I’m not the biggest on reading horror, King’s accomplishments are something. As for Kel Kade, I love his writing style and how fluid it is.
Which works in any form of media have helped shaped the way you like to write or plan your stories?
Oh no, there are too many. I read, I watch, I listen nonstop. Though perhaps FFX, LotR, and Dragonball Z shaped my writing the most.
Where did you get the names of each of the main characters in Immortal Warrior from, and what attracted you to them?
For the most part, I play around with sounds and names in my mouth until I like the way they sound for different characters.
Seth: I really just liked the name, but then I learned and really like the symbolism behind the name, too.
Fenrir: So I was super stuck picking a name and personality out for my mentor character and landed on Fenrir by just pulling him out of another story idea I had.
Caldour: I just played around with sounds.
Neria and Avroth: Both of these characters originated from good friends, who are also writers.
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WIP Weekly Event
@alexprompts is putting on a WIP Weekly event starting in October, and I wanted to put The Trident’s Return in for the running.
TITLE: (tentatively, until I can come up with something better) The Trident’s Return
BLURB: Petryn Alenyath, disgraced former governor of the island nation Azmarin, suspects her political successor in the theft of the island’s greatest treasure, a powerful enchanted trident with which Petryn’s ancestor once saved the world. The only hope she has of reclaiming the governor’s seat lies in recovering the trident and proving her rival’s guilt… but, as every Azmarin native knows, there is always something lurking just below the water’s surface. History is about to repeat itself.
HISTORY: Millennia ago the primordial gods of the elemental planes, angered by their waning worship, unleashed their full catastrophic might on the realm, and destruction reigned. After nearly a century of chaos, the Masters of the Elements, four mortal experts in elemental magic, succeeded in binding the Titans deep within their respective planes and, in doing so, put an end to the Elemental Incursions.
One of those Masters was Petryn’s ancestor, Namoros Alenyath: First King and Eternal Protector of Azmarin, Guardian of the Marized, Bane of Sifume, wielder of the Namoros Trident. For over three thousand years, House Alenyath kept it safe. Now, under Petryn’s watch, it was stolen.
GENRE: Nautical High Fantasy
THEMES: Legacy, duty, acceptance, change, history, intrigue, elemental magic
CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild violence. One of the characters might warrant a body horror warning, depending on how far I want to take him. There might also be a sex scene later on.
SETTING: The Sovereign City of Azmarin, the Floating City, Jewel of the Marized, Anchorage of the Ocean Crossing, two twin islands that form the caldera of an extinct volcano, the only major amphibious settlement in Arda’aman.
MAIN CHARACTERS:
PETRYN ALENYATH: Female | Politician | Nereid Descendant of one of Arda’aman’s greatest heroes and disgraced former governor of the island city-state, Azmarin.
GALEN GLAUCUS: Male | Druidmaster | Planesborn The son of a dock worker and an undine—an elemental spirit from the plane of water—the current druidmaster of Azmarin, and Petryn’s love interest.
ADRA REMORA: Female | Politician | Mermaid Lawer-turned-politician, current governor of Azmarin who won the election through a vicious string of propaganda posters and speeches.
TAGS:
General tag
Worldbuilding for Arda’aman
About Petryn
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