‘U’ 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.
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.
Part 1: 34,546
Part 2: 38,852
Part 3: 64,526
Part 4: 101,075
Total word count: 240,215
So… yeah. She says she’s going to read through it and then maybe take out bits if unimportant history. She’s also considered publishing it as two histories, though I still don’t know why she thinks everyone wants to read about me. I guess we’ll see. One of these days.
‘V’ with Ethaniel:
Vazan, I suppose. He’s another wolf-rider. One of the nastier ones. I mean, we did kill his wolf. But still, that’s no excuse. And from what I’ve heard he wasn’t particularly nice beforehand anyway. He grew up in the army, surrounded by rough men from a young age, and joined the riders as soon as he was old enough. But his younger brother had an even harder life and he didn’t turn out anything like Vazan
Question and Answer with Ethaniel
So Hope said she volunteered me to answer your questions. I’d like to note that you can address questions to her still too. Anyway, some of you were asking about Jagger.
He’s a year younger than me, though he’s seen more of war and sorrow than I have. I’m twenty. He is nineteen. Well, at the opening of Fidelyon anyway. We do tend to grow older as time passes.
And more about Jagger in general? Eh… Let me just give you a snippet of when I first met him. At least, this is Hope’s take on the event. Oh, and yes. He was a jester’s apprentice at the time.
The cool shades of the terrace swirled like delicate curtains. Behind him, the door of the messenger post thudded shut.
“…will catch you someday.” The man with the bells, a short, lean figure, crossed his arm.
A younger man reclined against a pillar, one foot propped against the stone behind him. “Then you can negotiate my release and say ‘I told you so.’”
“Assuming they prefer arrest to a more permanent solution. Hello. Lost, are you?” The jester twisted toward Ethaniel with the last question.
“I have an urgent message for the king.” Ethaniel glanced between the two entertainers. “Eimhin is busy and he said you sometimes announced messengers…”
The younger man rolled his eyes with a snort. “Busy indeed.”
“Busier than you.” The jester studied Ethaniel, his steel-blue eyes boring into Ethaniel’s. Ethaniel lifted his chin and returned the examination with one of his own. “Jagger will take you to the king.” The jester snapped short his perusal and turned to the younger man. “Get him something to eat too.” He pivoted on his heel and strode away.
“By the howling wolves…” Jagger shoved himself from the pillar and scowled after the retreating jester. “Try being apprentice and nephew to your master sometime. They’ll give you no rest.”
Ethaniel’s fingers tapped against his belt. “Um, the king then?”
“Oh, right.” Jagger shoved back a lock of shoulder length, flaxen hair, then grinned. “I didn’t say that I wouldn’t listen to him. Come along.” He strode down the porch.
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