Saturday, June 20, 2009

Rebuilding starts at home.....

"Over the time since the great storm, the palace has been rebuilt, and the family homes have begun to reappear. Our people are becoming stronger every day that continues, and in some cases, even babies are being born." He paused, then turned to the cloaked figure near him. "But we still have a long way to go." He sighed.

"We do." came the voice under the hood, as soft as any kind woman's voice can be. "The storm took things, took lives, just as the war did. It is time for rebuilding."

"That much is obvious." He looks at her once again, and reaches for her hood. She steps back. "It has been years since you have allowed us to see your face."

"We all have our place, Koleth. Mine is not here, but I am for now."

He closes his eyes a moment, and opens them to look again upon the cloaked woman. "You are correct. Please forgive my anxiousness."

"All things are beginning a new. Soon somethings of old will appear as they should." her voice was solem, but his reaction was anything but. He turned to her and put his hands on the table between them, hard. "Anger and disappointment do not make it the right choice."

"Arriana, you speak in words of air and mysticism. You hide yourself so no one can see your face, but you expect me to remain calm and still accept your advice and guidence?"

"No, I expect you to behave as a future Konair."

His dark features softened, and he hung his head because he realized that as usual, she was correct. "I wish I could understand how you do that." He shook his head and stood back up. Realizing that they should be downstairs overseeing the new gate installment, walks to the window again, this time to see the progress. "It appears they will be ready shortly. We should joing the construction team." She steps back allowing him to go before her, as was custom of those not leading the royal houshold. He walked out the door, trailed closly by Arriana.

As they arrive at the gate many of the town's strongest men struggel to get it to line on the hinges. Koleth moves over to help them by pushing the door until it clicked into alignment. Just as they find it is working into place, the door begins to move quickly toward the ground, and the workers below, then it just stops. The men stare at it in amazement. Then Koleth realizes what happened, and turns to the cloaked figure for only a moment. "Everyone, push, she won't be able to hold this for long." The men get back to securing the gate again. This time the pins make it in place and it is secured. The workers walk away and cheering is heard from all who know the great gate is finally repaired.

The calm after the storm....maybe

The room was full of energy and excitement. There were smiling faces, and well dressed attendants for every guest who arrived. The decorated palace ballroom was used for the first time in nearly two years. The Sonteria stood at the top of the stairs waiting for her younger brother to join here. She listened as the room below bustled with activity. The prospect of putting the last year and a half behind her was welcomed. She was feeling content, some might even consider calm, but happy will only come when things have been made right.

As the Royal family, or what was left of it, progressed down the stairs, the room below fell hushed. The two walked hand over hand down each stair carefully. The crowds parted to make room for them. Once the brother and sister were at the bottom of the stairs, the gar spoke up and announced their arrival. They turned to each other, as was once custom for their parents, and began the festivities with a simple dance. Once the song was over, Parin began to mingle and dance with the delegates. Anazlyn separated herself and her advisers to another room.

"Gar Walkon, have you brought the prisoners here yet?" Anazlyn asked as they closed the doors.

He bows "Yes, Sonteria. They were put into the barracks today. We have military guard watching them."

"Good. Do they have a delegation here at the events this evening?"

Another adviser spoke up. "Yes, Sonteria, their leader before the war has brought two advisers with him, and they are in the main hall."

This gentleman spoke in soft tones, but seemed to have a grasp of the social activities. "Thank you Gar Lovok. I would like you to introduce me when we return." He bowed in acknowledgement.

"Sarket Wolen, have you been able to ascertain their current weapons abilities?"

"Yes, Sonteria. They are incompasitated in that regard." The older woman spoke with confidence in her tones. "I would recommend that we remove all weaponary from their area in rapid fashion."

"I will take that into advisement." The Sonteria looked at her advisers, all of them hand picked by her father before he passed. All of them will go the moment she is properly enthroned. She wanted a fresh perspective to advise her, but each seasoned face had great value as well. She had leaned upon them often over the duration of the war. "Before our guests ask of my prescense, we should rejoin them." She walked through the room again, and rejoined the party with her advisers and escorts. Gar Lovok introduced her to the Tarin delegation, and they proceeded to discuss minor matters, in preparation for the discussions that would come in the morning.

After the party conculded and the delegations dispersed, Anazlyn invited Parin to her office to discuss what he had learned from the event.

Parin was slowly removing his formal ware as they sat down. "I don't know how mom and dad did this so often. I prefer engineering technology for the space craft over that." He place his jacket over the desk and turned a chair backwards to sit.

Anazlyn smiled warrily, "It was a very long night." She put her wrap on the back of the chair and sat down. "I was wondering how much time you had to speak with the Tarin delegation."

A boyish grin crossed his face. "I had a lot of time with them. The Tarin delegation were the most social and real group of people at the party. Everyone else seemed to be worried about appearances, and cordial behaviors."

She tilted her head a little, realizing why he still looked so young even after the war, was that he was yet to reach adult, but then, by law, she was also short there of. "Oh, that means at least we will make progress tomorrow."

"I have no doubt about that. I am actually have dinner with one of the delegation members tomorrow. She is their -" paused to look for the words "assistant. She will be fininalizing any paperwork you may develop from the meeting tomorrow."

"Ah, and she just happens to be the attractive woman I saw you dancing with most of the night?" She smiled, almost like she wanted to giggle, but she was far to tired for that nonesense tonight. "Go, we need rest. Tomorrow is the offical end to this nasty war."

Parin stood and grabbed his jacket to leave. "It may be on you figuretivly, but you're not doing this alone."

"I know that. Thank you for your help. I will meet you at breakfast."

They retired for the evening.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The Winds of Change can storm through....

The young man looks out of the window of his ship when someone approaches him, and tells him there is a communication channel open and waiting for him. He turns and thanks the messenger. Goes to his quarters, and opens his computer screen. When he did the face of a lovely young woman appears. "How are you little sister?" He smiles largely because it has been weeks since their last conversation, and that time it was not a smile that greeted him.

"I am fine, Kareth. I have wonderful news." Her smile gets even bigger. "Parin has reached the next level of enthronement. He is doing very well, and will be ready to meet you on board soon."

"That is good news, Anazlyn. I am very happy to hear he is doing so well. It is to bad you can't also join him." Kareth's large green eyes look over his sister's features, hoping to see some positive change, but he does not get what he had hopped for.

Her eyes drop, and become sad. "Dad's condition is not any better. Someone will still have to rule in his place until something can be done."

"I understand, all to well." He smiles. "You do a fantastic job of it." Hears a loud noise, and sees a light streak out of his window. "One moment Anazlyn" Stands and looks to see what is going on. Hears the alarm ring red alert.

She watches patiently on the other side, listening as the commotion becomes louder.

Kareth begins to give orders, and moves to leave the room, but is forced back in by an armed man. The ship whirls with activity, and suddenly Kareth is down, and not moving. The armed man walks out with a smug look. And she watched it happen.

Suddenly everything goes black. She stands and screams for her sarket to get the connection back. He responds that it is not possible to contact a ship that is not there. She falls back into her chair, silent and stunned. Then looks up to her adviser, and swallows hard. Taking a deep breath she asks what happened. The Sarket is unable to answer her. He reaches to comfort her, but she shakes him away, and her mind begins to whirl.

The skies grow dark and the winds whip around pulling trees from their roots and pushing buildings aside like toys. People run from their homes in terror and look for shelter in the palace. Struggling to get in by volumes the heavy rot iron door falls off the hinges, and into the sea of people struggling to get into safety. Most don't make it through the gate. For those who do, safety is found and the storm passes. But only after it has decimated everything in it's path, except the portion of the palace everyone was huddled into for safety. Frightened and shaken everyone emerges, cautiously. Astonishment crosses every face that survives.

The beauty that once lived here is gone. The homes, farms, buildings and thriving businesses are all gone. In its place is an empty land, as far as the eye can see. No buildings, no rubble, not one tree stood, it was an empty land.

As the day clears and the sky gives way to a lush blue hue, everyone looks from one to the other, trying to figure out what is next. Children clutch to their mothers or fathers, while husbands comfort sobbing wives. Standing alone, a member of the royal household, cloaked and hooded silently watching it all.


This blog is only intended to be used as a direct to development blog for one of the biggest novel adventures I've ever created. This will be a novel length series of posts. Eventually, once it has reached where I want it to be, I will move it into book format w/ more than one to be written in the series.

When this world was created about 8 years ago, I lived in it for a very long time, and the people you will meet because of this are very real to me. I hope as you encounter their story they will become more 'real' to your mind's eye as well.

This world has gone through many metamorphoses, and will again endure further changes, your voice is always welcomed here. It may not publish on each post, but it will be read, and appreciated.