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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Chapter 2, pt.4

Silay looked from the stone to Jarlen. “Someone told you I was coming?”

He nodded, and slid the Farstone back into its compartment under the table. “Your Seer and I have been friends for a long time. The Healers aren't the only ones she warned about the plague. I was planning to ride out and meet you tomorrow. I thought you would have traveled further today.”

“I’d planned to, but I ran into a little girl on the road and stopped to bring her home.”

“Hazel, yes?” Jarlen laughed at Silay’s surprised face. “She runs away about once a month. Determined to find a dragon to slay or some other such adventure.” His face grew serious. “Silay, this plague will take many lives. Children like Hazel may never grow up if a cure isn't found.”
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Sometimes, life happens. Sometimes, movers are not just three hours late, but three days late. So, a very short post. Longer one next week, promise.  

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Chapter 2, pt. 3

The sign on the door of Jarlen’s house said “Come In”, so Silay did. She had meant to announce her arrival, but instead found herself distracted by the floor to ceiling shelves lined with bottles of different coloured liquids and strange shapes. It was exactly how she had imagined the interior of a magician’s or wizard’s workshop, only without the acidic scent she associated with magic. She was still surveying the room when a figure stepped through the curtain dividing the front of the house from the back.

“Welcome. I’m Jarlen, resident alchemist. And you are?”

Silay jumped. “Oh! Sorry. I was distracted by the bottles.” She gave a slight bow. “I’m Silay Gallegis.”

“Are you now?” Jarlen raised his eyebrows.

“You know me?”

“Word gets around. But never mind that. What brings you here?”

Sticking with the story she had told Adelie, Silay replied “I heard you could help me with the blisters on my feet.”

“Blisters. Ah, yes. This way.” Jarlen headed back towards the curtain and Silay had just started to follow him when Jarlen turned around. “By the way, a young woman travelling by herself shouldn’t be so quick to share her real name.” He turned back as Silay blinked in confusion, and led her into the back room.

“Sit down and take of your shoes.” Jarllen pointed to a chair. As Silay obeyed, he grabbed a tiny knife and a pot with a little paintbrush in it off a shelf.

Silay watched with interest as he placed the knife and paintbrush into a pot of water boiling over the fire in the corner. “What are you doing?”

“Sterilizing my tools.”

“Sterilizing?”

Jarlen sighed. “The Healers never bother to explain anything. They just burn up everything that makes a person ill with their magic, then go on their own merry way. Never mind the fact that a simple explanation of cleanliness would prevent half of the diseases they have to cure.”

“I bathe, and wash my hands before I eat,” Silay protested. She had the strangest feeling that Jarlen had just implied she was dirty.

“Well, at least they’ve bothered to share that much.”  Jarlen rolled up the knife and brush in a clean cloth, then placed another cloth into the water.

“Do you not like the Healers?”

“Oh, I like them well enough. There is much knowledge we wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for their magic. All the same, they can be damn infuriating with all their secrets.”

The alchemist gathered up the wet cloth and the roll with his tools and sat down on the floor by Silay, where he preceded to wipe off her feet with the warm cloth.  He looked up at her. “Do I frighten you?”

“I’m not sure,” Silay answered honestly. He did frighten her a bit, but Adelie had seemed to think he was all right. But then, she didn’t really know Adelie, did she?

Jarlen was shaking his head. “No good. Indecision shows weakness. A traveler on own her can’t afford to seem weak. Yes or no. Do I frighten you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You’re not naive then. What scares you?”

“You know who I am.”

He smiled. “Well, that’s easy enough to explain.” He placed the damp cloth on the ground, then walked over to the table in the center of the room. He ran his hand along the underside of the table and there was a small click. Jarlen held up his hand to reveal a Farstone grasped softly between his thumb and forefinger.
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Notes:
For being rare, Farstones sure seem to show up a lot. Oh well.
Also, more dialogue! Yay! I should have given Silay a cool skill like fencing. I bet I could write an awesome dueling scene. 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Character Profile: Silay (May contain spoilers)

Name: Silay Gallegis
Age: 19
Height: 5’5”
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown
Destiny/Occupation: Unknown

Description: Silay is about average height for a young woman in Ohicink. She has dark brown hair (almost black), which she typically wears in a braid that starts at the base of her neck and hangs down to just between her shoulder blades. She also wears a thin hair-band, to keep stray strands of hair out of her eyes. A native of Dagrosa, she expected to know her destiny. However, for some unknown reason, no form of magic, including fortune telling, works on her.

Since she’s travelling light, she wears pretty much the same outfit for most of the story. Her shoes are soft leather (no laces) and go to just above her ankles (sort of like high-tops). She wears dark-green trousers made of twill-weaved cotton. Her top is like a tunic. Made of plain-weaved, un-dyed linen, it has a boat neck collar and hangs straight to her waist, where it splits on either side and continues to about 3 inches above her knees. There’s a simple embroidered edged on the collar and down the side slits. The sleeves go down to about 3 inches above her wrists.

She also carries a leather knapsack and wears a small leather pouch concealed around her waist containing the Farstone. Also around her waist is a belt holding her sheathed dagger. In the knapsack is a gray, un-dyed wool cloak. You won’t see the cloak very often, because it’s pretty warm in Ohicink, and doesn’t rain very much.

Weather/setting note: Most fantasies I read feel like they’re set somewhere resembling the British Isle’s. For some reason, the fantasy worlds I imagine often tend to be more like the Mediterranean.
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Sorry for all the extraneous details about the clothes...I'd recently taken up weaving when I wrote this, and I have a slight fiber addiction.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Chapter 2, pt. 2


The girl took a step forward. “Give me your food!” she demanded.

Silay looked at her for a moment, then reached forward and carefully twisted the butter knife out of her hand.

“Hey! That’s not fair. Give it back!”

“Not yet.” Silay knelt so she was eye-level with the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“But attacking them with butter knives is all right?”

The girl didn’t answer and Silay sighed. “What are you doing out here?”

“Running away.” The girl narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing out here?”

Silay considered the question. “I guess I’m running away too.”

“Really?” The girl grinned and stuck out her hand. “I’m Hazel. Can I run away with you?”

“First, tell me where you’re running away from.”

Hazel shook her head. “Uh-uh. Then you’ll just take me back home.”

Silay pretended to think about it. “All right then. But no making trouble. Promise?”

The girl’s smile got wider. “Promise!”

They set off down the road, Hazel chatting happily. It wasn’t too difficult to work out that she was from Welis. Besides, the next closest town, was five miles away, and there was no way Hazel had walked that far.

Silay kept Hazel engaged in conversation, so the young girl didn’t notice when they turned off the main road and started down the path to Welis until they were almost to the town gates. Then Hazel looked up.

The girl halted in the middle of the road. “Hey! Where are we going?”

Silay glanced back at her. “You wanted to come with me. I’m heading to Welis.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Just then a young woman came hurrying out of the gate, and started to run towards the two.

Hazel turned to run back to the main road, but Silay caught her shoulder and turned her around, gently propelling her towards the woman.

When the woman reached them she stooped and hugged the girl. “Hazel! Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you.”

“Get off!” Hazel wiggled out of the woman’s embrace, but didn’t run off again. The woman held Hazel’s hand firmly and offered her free hand to Silay. “I’m Adelie, Hazel’s aunt.”

“Silay.” She shook Adelie’s hand, then offered her the butter knife. “I’m not sure who this belongs to. Hazel had it.”

Adelie took the knife, and frowned at her niece. “Your parents are going to be having a nice long talk with you today.” She sighed and turned back to Silay. “Thank you for finding her.”

Silay shrugged. “She more or less found me.”

“Are you staying in Welis? It’s a small town, but we have a decent inn.”

The small party was now walking towards the town.

“I’m planning to stay the night,” Silay told Adelie, “but I’d like to speak to a Healer first, if there is one.”

Adelie looked at her. “Why, are you sick?”

“No. I just—” Silay didn’t want to lie, but didn’t want to tell the truth about her journey either. “I just have a blister.”

Adelie laughed. “You don’t need a Healer for that. Besides, the closest one is a mile away. You should go see Jarlen. He’s an alchemist.”

“An alchemist?”

Adelie nodded. “He does things with potions and such, only without magic. No one would go see him if they were really sick, but he’s good with things like blisters.”

Come on!” They had entered the town now, and Hazel was tugging on Adelie’s hand.

“I need to get Hazel home now.” Adelie pointed at a nearby street. “Jarlen’s house is the third on the left.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you." Hazel was now pulling Adelie down the road and she had to call over her shoulder. “Have Jarlen tell you where Hazel lives. I’m sure her parents will want to thank you.”

Silay waved to show she had heard, then turned to go to Jarlen’s house. If the nearest Healer was a mile away, it wouldn’t hurt to have the alchemist look at her blister.
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Notes:

So, I was planning to have a sentence that said something like "Silay had planned to push on further to ___ [The town five miles away where Hazel couldn't be from], but the adventure, if that was the right word, with Hazel had taken up so much time that she decided to spend the night in Welis".

I did not use this sentence, however, because I have apparently completely run out of names and couldn't think what to call the town five miles away. How out of names am I? Well, Hazel is named after my rabbit and Welis is a scramble of "Lewis", since I happen to be reading a book by C.S. Lewis at the moment. 

Names: The bane of all authors since the invention of writing. 

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Chapter 2, pt. 1

The weather was quite normal. Silay wasn't sure what she had expected-- bright, sunny weather to welcome this new stage in her life, or dark, dramatic clouds. But she couldn't help but find it a bit anti-climatic that the weather was exactly the same as yesterday.

Thanks to the town leaders, her parents, and the Seer, Silay now had a knapsack containing a map, food, a change of clothes, and enough money to last for a while if she was careful. At her side was a small dagger her father had insisted she take, though she had no idea how to use it. More useful was the small bottle of warding potion the Seer had given her, for the nights she couldn't find shelter indoors. The Seer had given Silay something else, in secret. In a leather pouch concealed under her shirt was a Farstone.

The only thing she didn't have, Silay thought ruefully, was a horse. Somehow, when listening to other people's stories of quests, she had never really considered just how much walking was involved. She had only set out two hours ago and could already feel blisters forming in her shoes, and her knapsack now felt like it contained rocks.

She pushed on for another hour, before deciding she absolutely had to rest. Moving over to the side of the road, she found a large rock flat enough to sit on. Sitting, she gratefully shrugged the knapsack off her shoulders and set it between her feet. The she pulled off her left shoe to inspect her foot. There was definitely a blister between her big toe and her second. She was about to pull off her right shoe too when she heard a sound in the bushes nearby.

"Hello?" she called. Getting no answer, Silay slipped her shoe back on and stood. "Is someone there?" she called again, moving her hand towards her dagger. A moment later, a small figure burst out of the bush, and Silay was startled to find herself facing an eight-year-old girl brandishing a butter knife.
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Notes:

I hate blisters and have always felt that this important and serious issue has been gravely overlooked in most epic stories. 

Also, this comic makes me think I need to add a magic ring in somewhere. Or a lapel pin. Just because.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Chapter 1 Epilogue


Healers believe the body is but a vessel for the soul. Though their vows dictate that they do all in their power to keep the body healthy and alive, once the soul has left it they believe the body becomes nothing. Just another part of the life cycle, to be disposed of as hygienically and conveniently as possible. If a person dies of a contagious disease, they might order the body to be burned. Otherwise, they believe bodies should be disposed of such a way that they return back to the Land. So the Healer who had died on the ship would have had no objection to his body being weighted down and thrown overboard.
            
The boy he had healed was sick again. Too sick to continue the journey. So the ship had stopped a little ways off the coast of Dilest to allow the boy’s family to load him into one of the small boats lashed to the ship’s side. In the morning, the ship’s crew would go ashore to stock up on supplies, but the boy’s father didn’t want to wait that long. The small boat was lowered down, and the man began to row them to shore. 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Chapter 1, pt. 5

“Silay, is something wrong?” Her mother, Kenna, looked at her with concern as Silay carefully maneuvered pieces of food around her plate.
            
Silay looked up. “I’m not sure.” She paused, considering the plate in front of her before continuing. “I went to see the Seer today.”
            
Her mother and father exchanged glances over the table, and it was her father who asked “Why did you do that?”
            
“The town leaders went to visit her today, and was curious, so…” Silay’s voice trailed off as she saw her father’s expression.
            
“Silay, were you spying again?”
            
“No! Well, yes, but the Seer knew I was there.”
            
“Did she See you?” Her mother interjected eagerly.
            
Silay bit her lip when she saw how hopeful both her parents looked at this thought. “No. I think she just heard me outside.”
            
“And then you went to talk with her?”
            
Silay nodded.
            
“About what?”
           
Sighing, Silay pushed her plate away from her. “There’s something…bad, that’s going to happen. She thinks I might be able to stop it or something. But probably not.”
            
“She saw something in your future?”
            
“No, Mom. She saw the…bad thing in everyone’s future except mine. She still can’t see my future. But she thinks that because she can’t See me, I might be able to help.”
            
“What is this ‘bad thing’, Silay?” Her father asked quietly.
            
“The Seer said it was best not to say.”
           
“And what is it she thinks you should do?”
            
“She wants me to leave tomorrow. To head northwest.”
            
“And what do you think you should do?”
            
“Bransen!” Her mother exclaimed, glaring at her husband. “She’s just a child. She can’t go.”
            
“She’s an adult now, in the eyes of the town. You know that, Kenna.” He turned to Silay. “You can make your own choices.”
            
“I know.”
            
“And?”
            
Silay gave a small smile. “I think making choices is hard.”
            
“Does she really think you can stop whatever it is?” Her mother asked softly.
            
“She thinks there’s a chance.”
            
“And do you?”
            
“I don’t know. But, I think it is worth trying. If nothing else…” her voice trailed off.
            
“If nothing else, what?”
            
Silay looked at both her parents. “If nothing else, it will give me a chance to go somewhere people won’t act like I don’t exist.”
            
Her father nodded. “We’ll tell people that’s why you left. If the Seer doesn’t think you should say what might happen, it would be best not to mention it at all.”
            
“You’re really leaving us, Silay?”
            
Silay placed her hand on top of her mother’s. “Not you. This. This place where people go out of their way to avoid me. Where they look at me like I’m some sort of monster. And if I’m leaving you, it’s only because there’s a chance I might be able to do something good.” She glanced from face to face, pleading. “I have nothing. I know nothing about who I am or what I’m supposed to do. This might be my only chance to find out.” She looked down, and finished quietly. “I have to go. Otherwise I’ll always wonder what could have been.”
            
When she looked up, her parents where looking at each other across the table. Silay was surprised to see that both of them had tears in their eyes. It was her mother her spoke. “Then I believe you should go.”

*End of Chapter One: Fate and Fortune*
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Notes:
"Making choice are hard". Yeah, I'm moralizing. Also, new characters! You know what that means right? No? It means you can check out their profiles over on the 'Characters' tab. Finally, this is the end of Chapter One, so thank you to everyone who's been reading along. To celebrate, there'll be a bonus post on Wednesday.