It’s about time for Legends of Light #4. What do you think? In any case, I’m pleased to tell you the rough draft is done! And I even have a title.
Legends of Light is made up of three sets of three novellas, so this second set will have a slightly different style of title and cover.
*rubs hands*
I’m quite excited about it. Continue reading
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Yeah… X. That letter that no one actually uses to start a word with. So we’re just going to pretend that X stands for ‘random fun facts’. Because why can’t it stand for that, after all?
Fidelyon has gone through a number of titles, the first one being Legend of the Shield and one of the most recent titles being The Shield and the Spear. Yes, I like Fidelyon better too. Why do you think we went with it?
Fidelyon was founded in the summer of 2012 and started off as a 20-minute movie that was partly cool and partly horrible and only a few elements remain. The hero’s name was Artos and his companion was Tristin. I do believe Dartagnah and Silvara are the only two names that survived.
‘W’ with Ethaniel:
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Wolves, of course. Not the nasty savage ones I’ve heard rumors about in other worlds; these are real wolves. I mean, I suppose they can be savage enough if let loose. But tamed, they make swift mounts and great beasts of war. Standing with their shoulders as high as a man’s chest, they are strong and can cover a distance two or three times the speed of a horse. Their gait is much smoother as well, I might add. And don’t look at me like that. Just because I’m Elentisaren doesn’t mean the Volandums get to keep all the cool things.
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Unfinished. Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s the best I could come up with. Besides, it’s true. We’ve been working on this history upward… five years now? It’s still not done. The good news is that it is coming along, at least that is what Hope tells me. She just finished what she calls the ‘rewrite draft’ last week. She’s still muttering about it, though she tries not to let me hear. Something about too many things happening and too many people taking a role in the story. She has this structure which each part of the history supposed to be somewhat similar in length. Apparently, that didn’t happen. Don’t blame me. Here’s what the draft turned out to be.
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Seamus! He’s a slight lad; red curls and an impish grin. For some reason, he seems to have devoted himself to me, beyond his position as my page. I’ve no clue why, but he’s diligent enough. Of course, he always seems to be chattering about something or another. Not to mention his impish delight in seeing how many items he can steal from our pouches and belts without us noticing. I honestly ought to speak with Lasher about his so-called ‘ranger training’ but Seamus takes such delight in it that I keep putting it off and by now it’s probably too late.
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Quotes, of course! At least I’m told that is what they are called. Just random things people have said…
Things like my friend, Drexin’s, reaction whenever my lack of status as an orphan comes up.
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
The letter ‘O’ stand for… for… One! Yes, the number one will work. Don’t look at me like that. I have to think of something. There are a number of things I could use ‘one’ for, but I’ll stick with the first thing to spring to mind.
Two nations, becoming one. Unity. That is the prophecy of the end of the third age, after all. Elentisa, split since Shaquille’s rebellion during the first age, will be united with Voland once more. It was one of those things everyone knows vaguely from stories told by crackling firesides. It was not something anyone would picture happening in their lifetime. Or any lifetime, by the looks of the relations between our lands.
Emphasis on the ‘was’.
Just one little problem for our piece of mind. The prophecy doesn’t tell how such a union will come about. Or rather, it gives two choices. We will unite in glory and peace, or in flames and destruction. Frankly, flames look like they have a better chance right now. Not that I’d tell anyone else that, and don’t you go passing the word around either. Because there is still hope. There is always hope. And prayer.
Such is the prophecy, and such will be the union. Two countries, made one. But will they burn or will they stand? Only time will tell.
Instead of a subject, Hope is telling me to post a song for this letter. She says it is ‘my’ song. I’m sure it could fit many others, not just myself, but I… No. I can’t talk about it. Just… you can listen to the song, and maybe you’ll understand.
Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
So we come to the middle of the alphabet. And there is pretty much one man who stands out to claim the letter ‘M’: Moritz.
Moritz is the Army General under King Kystan. A Volandum by birth, he traveled back from Voland when Kysten returned nearly twenty years ago now. One of the few survivors of the ambush which struck the king, he has served him faithfully and loyally ever since.
Firm with soldiers, Moritz is known for being a strict general with a touch of harshness. He is not a man I particularity care to run up against. Of course, as a messenger, that shouldn’t be a problem since his authority lies elsewhere…
The Northern Wastes. Hey, it starts with N. And it’s not a place I particularly want to visit either, though Drexin is keen on exploring there. Even the fact that it lies over the Galatea Mountains in Voland isn’t enough to deter him.
Frozen leagues of snow and ice, mixed with ravines and stony hills, present a fairly forbidding aspect. I’ve heard the cold recedes during the summer, revealing sparse grass and beautiful golden flowers. But, for myself, I’d not go there for all the flowers in the world. Not with the wolves which are rumored to live there, trained and ridden by fierce riders…but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Basically, if you want to visit the Northern Wastes, take Drexin or Jagger. I will be quite happy to listen to your adventures in the shade of a tree or beside a crackling fire when you get back.
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thaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Keros is the natural choice for ‘K’. A fellow messenger, he has also grown to something like a friend during the times he’s been posted nearby. Generally stationed at the neighboring Messenger Outpost 8, Keros had moved up and down the messenger line more than once, filling in for sick or hurt messengers.
He is quiet and keeps to himself, though Drexin sometimes manages to get him talking and even laughing. Keros is steady, determined, and quick.
His past is a bit of a mystery although, considering he appears to be a mixture of Volandum and Elentisaren blood, it’s little wonder he doesn’t speak of. He doesn’t speak of himself much at all, really, except to occasionally mention his father who he says he will rejoin one of these days. There are some messengers who doubt such a man really exists, but they quickly learned to keep their mouths shut on such a subjected if they valued their further wellbeing.
There are two men who sprang to mind when I was given the letter ‘L’.
The first is Lasher. First a ranger, then a jester in King Kysten’s court, he must be in his 50s at least. Short, wiry, with sharply cut graying hair, he carries himself with preoccupied purpose. He has a dry sense of humor, but not enough to make a good jester. How he got the position is beyond me. Though I am told that he is great at juggling. Especially when it comes to knives. No surprise there.
The other is also an older man by the name of Lathen. A Volandum Follower, he lives across the border near the main pass between our two nations. A healer and a leader of the Followers of the Prince in his village in Voland, he also has a wry sense of humor and a commanding presence whenever he enters a room.
Both men are very loyal, though Lathen takes a more relaxed view of duty than Lasher. Still, the two could almost be brothers. (They aren’t. I’ve looked into it.)
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Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
Hello, everyone. Jagger here. Ethaniel told me he was doing these post thingys and that he planned to write about me. I told him he’d do no such thing, so now I’m stuck writing about myself…which was my original grand plan, of course.
I am – or I was, a jester’s apprentice. Besides the awful clothes, the job wasn’t half bad. Juggling is cool enough, as is playing with fire. And one can always get a little extra food by entertaining the maids or serving boys. My preferred choice of occupation is swordsmanship though. And my preferred method of swordsmanship is to fight with twin blades. Double the damage and besides it looks cool. Most who see me fighting say I should be a soldier. I think not. A ranger like my father and uncle, maybe, but not a soldier.
Here are two likenesses someone got somehow. Don’t ask me. They aren’t perfect, though the second one is decent. And I love the clothes…
Why am I living in the palace with my uncle, the jester, and where is my family, you may ask? Quite frankly, you don’t need to know. All that need be said is that I’ve sworn vengeance on the Volandums for the suffering they have caused. But…yes. Moving on.
When I first saw Ethaniel stumble into the courtyard, dusty and with no idea where he was going, I’d no clue I’d have to save him from an assassination attempt later that very day or that we’d be off on a wild race into the depths of legend. I’m still not sure I believe all of it, but my eyes keep telling me so, so I suppose it is true.
Ethaniel is a good friend, whatever he may say or claim. Since – well since two years ago, and the burning of my village and the debasing of my family name, I’ve received pity but not much friendship. Who wants to be the friend of the coward’s son anyway? Ethaniel was never like that. Not that he had much of a choice about whether I was with him or not, but…yes. He’s a good friend. And I’m a good friend to him if I say so myself.
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