Update: Short Stories from the Elements & NaNoWriMo

Hey Internet Peeps,

Last week was the last Short Story from the Elements. I hope you enjoyed them 🙂 Feels strange to think they were written so long ago. It’s simply amazing how time flies. I remember when this year was just starting and now all the shopping centre’s have their decorations up! Crazy.

This year’s NaNoWriMo is not going so well for me. I was sick last week and have fallen behind. I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to catch up but I won’t give up. I’m trying to get myself into a strict schedule so I make up the difference.

My current WIP is sitting at roughly 40k words. I’m really enjoying writing this one as it’s very different to the Amethyst Series. I’m loving the opportunity to stretch my author legs and try something else. Not that I don’t love my Amethyst series but it’s nice to do something else for a change. Maybe if you guys ask nicely, I’ll post up an extract 🙂

Well I had best get back to it. Those worlds aren’t going to create themselves.

Stay Safe out there guys.

Byes!

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Short Stories from the Elements – Light

Last but certainly not least,  It’s Light’s this week. Enjoy!

‘Our scouts confirm they are on the march. They are expected to attack at these points within the hour. We need to re-enforce those lines.’ Reaching across the table, the man pointed to a large map. The other generals around him nodded in agreement.

‘But we simply don’t have the man power right now to hold those,’ one spoke up, laying his large feathered hat on the table, ‘We need to move the Fire mages to here. Then funnel the Dark forces to hit this section.’ His finger darted across the map as quickly and assuredly as he spoke.

‘Good thinking Dane!’ another broke in, ‘If they were there, we can hit them with the Lightning squadron and take out a good portion of their forces.’

‘My Lords!’ a frantic messenger boy ran into the tent, bowing hastily before continuing, ‘It’s reported that the Dark are within sight. Captains are awaiting your command.’

‘Take this to them,’ Dane ordered, quickly jotting down the plan on a parchment, ‘Spread the word quickly. They must be in these positions for this to work.’

The messenger accepted the parchment and ran out again.

‘Well Lords, shall we join them.’ Gesturing outside, Dane reached down to collect his hat. Moving swiftly out of the tent, the men broke up, each of them mounted their steeds in turn and rode to re-join their section of the forces. Taking in a deep breath, Dane lingered for a moment. He had been fighting this war for years. It was always the same. The dark would push forward in the winter when the ice is at its thickest. They take from the mountains to the fields, right up to the river. Once it becomes summer and the ice melts, the light forces would re-take that area up the mountains. Then winter would come again and the cycle would repeat itself. This section of the front was in a perpetual stalemate. Neither force gaining any land against the other. A stupid and pointless tug of war that neither side was willing to abandon.

Tightening his grip on his hat, he leant forward, placing it on his head. He ran his finger around the brim and took a deep breath. It was time to start again. He raised his head and blinked. Twice. Stone surrounded him. An arena of a time lost past. It’s rocky walls left to rot and crumble. There were others, sitting to the side. They watched Dane with wary eyes, obviously expecting something and from the blood splattered across the ground, he knew what was coming.

Short Stories from the Elements – Ice

Hi Guys, we’ll be hearing the story of Ice this week. Enjoy!

The wind howled through the tundra, blowing ice and dirt up into the air. For anyone unprepared, the tundra was deadly. Even those prepared don’t fair too well either. A desolate place, it was full of large game just waiting for an unsuspecting meal to wander past. For the hunters of Foxtrix, it provided great amounts of food for the clans. Provided you knew what you were doing and had enough hunters and luck on your side. It was also home to them. Brought up on the ice fields, there were no men who were better hunters, trappers and skaters than the boys of the Foxtrix.

Stepping out from his tent, Ryler took a deep breath of the frigid morning air. The sun had barely begun to rise. It was time to start to the hunt anew. Pulling his furs closer, he cast his alerts eyes over his campsite. His men were already awake and ready to go. As they should. They were all fine hunters. He was proud to be their leader. Turning his head slightly, his eyes fell upon the strange girl they encountered yesterday. Skipping around and around his second in command, she was a small child of about eleven. Sporting bare feet and a short sun dress, Ryler couldn’t understand why she wasn’t freezing. She actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Steeling himself slightly, he walked over.

‘Good morning Isttas,’ He smiled down at her, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Yep,’ came the pert reply.

‘Not too cold, I hope?’

‘Nope.’

Rolling his eyes slightly, Ryler gritted his teeth. This was why he didn’t have any children.

‘Can I ask you, Isttas. You’re so young. How did you ever learn to do those things you did yesterday?’

‘I dunno. Practise I guess.’ Shrugging her shoulder, she paused from her skipping, turning to face Ryler.

‘I see. Well I would be honoured if you joined us on our hunt today.’ he smiled, bending down on one knee to look her in the eyes.

‘Nah,’ Isttas replied, tilting her head to the side with a sigh, ‘That’s too boring. I’m gonna go and try to find something fun to do.’

‘I guess this is goodbye then little psycho. Had you not come along when you did yesterday, we would all be in the stomach of a Hoarfrost Worm.’ Reaching down, he ruffled her hair gently before standing. ‘Till next time, Hunter Isttas.’ Spinning on his heel, he hurried after his men.

‘Bye’, she grinned, waving as the men disappeared into the grey waste of the tundra. Turning away, she started off, skipping along the ice. Her foot gently kicked something. Smiling, Isstas reached down, gripping the wooden stick with a firm hand. She straightened again and almost dropped the stick. There was stone beneath her bare feet, not ice. The cave and tundra had been replaced with stone and vine. A giant arena surrounded her. A smile slowly returned to her face. This looked like it was going to be fun.

Short Stories from the Elements – Fauna

Fauna has taken over the blog this week. Read more below.

Gripping the strap of his bag tighter, Lokum swung it over his shoulder with a sigh. It had been too long. He looked out over the sandy beach to the mass of wooden huts on the other side of the trees. The image stirred one word in him. Home. It had been fifteen years since he left these sandy shores. He was just a child thinking himself a man last time he set foot on this beach. With great ambition for grand adventures, he had set off on the first boat to the mainland. The Trinity Islands were just too small compared to the world.

Now he had returned. Lokum glanced up at his companion. He had meet Zygmog a few days after he had landed at Port Taroona. A skilled hunter and fierce friend, Lokum was glad for his company over the years. Had it not been for Zygmog, he may well have died a few times. They had developed a close bond. Sure, Zygmog was sometimes loud and quite smelly and he always insisted on the best food but Lokum had learnt to compromise. A skill he didn’t developed till long after he abandoned these sandy shores. When you have a companion so big, it was either compromise or get bruised. Returning his gaze to the huts slowly coming into view, he frowned slightly. The tribes of the Trinity Islands were a sheltered people. They may not have seen one such as Zygmog before.

‘Now remember,’ Lokum spoke up, breaking the silence that had gathered between them. ‘Be nice. And patient. They may be a bit nervous of you to start with but I’m sure with time they will accept you.’ Zygmog simply rolled his eyes with a sigh. He was used to people reactions of him. He had stopped caring long ago. Most people judge by appearance and his was truly fearsome. Lokum was one of the few who had actually given him a chance.

‘You’ll like it here,’ Lokum smiled as his mind wandered back, ‘The fishing in the river is amazing. You’ve never seen such fish. It takes two men to bring them in but they are worth it. The meat is always so tender.’ Grinning, he reached out to his companion and gripped his shoulder gently. His fingers disappeared into the dense fur.

‘I think it would be best if you stayed out here to start with while I go in and tell them about you. They may react badly because of your… um’ Lokum struggled the find the right words, ‘well… because you’re a Dryphis bear and that’s a little scary.’ Zygmog paused to regard his friend down the length of his long snout. Gripping his shoulder once more, Lokum set out through the trees. Finally home again. So many things he never suspected he would miss flashed through his mind.

An errant gust of wind hit the loose sand, blowing it up and into Lokum’s eyes. That he didn’t miss as much. Cursing under his breath, he quickly wiped them clear. Glancing around, he noticed Zygmog was by his side. However his village had disappeared and in its place stood broken stone and jungle. Taking the wind in deeply, he smelt sweat and blood. A fight. The tang of the blood suggested humans. Turning, he had already identified the people at this back and moved into his stance.

Short Stories from the Elements – Lightning

Our instalment this week is Lightning. Enjoy!

The light from the moon was very bright tonight. He would have to factor that in. He slowly crawled forward, his form barely visible as he gazed down at the scene below. The night was silent, the only noise came from the river running along side the courtyard. Such a peaceful scene could easily make one feel safe. Lance knew better. A door opened below. Six figures slipped out, extremely concious on their surroundings.

‘Did ya get it?’ One hissed, ‘Did ya get da gold?’

‘Quiet!’ Another growled back, ‘I got it. Don’t cho worry your sweet ‘ead ’bout it.’

‘Come on. Let’s get back.’

Slowly standing on the roof top, Lance drew a deep breath between his teeth. For every one honest person in this realm, there were two scum bags. But he really shouldn’t complain. These people were the reason he got paid. If they didn’t exist, he would be out of a job. A small frown creased his lips as he raised his gaze upwards. Very few clouds meant he would have to do most of the work himself. Closing his eyes, he released his breath, feeling his power growing around him. He kept his breathing low. A dark smile cover his face as his buzzing hands told him he had enough energy built up. He would have to use it wisely.

Taking a few steps back, Lance dashed forward. Hitting the edge of the roof, he launched himself up into the sky. He raised his hands above his head, feeling the crackling building between them. He felt the heavens react, sending a bolt of lightning across the night sky. It hit his arms, spreading over his entire body. Falling back to the ground, he struck two of the thugs on the back with his legs, transferring the bolt through them. Unable to cry out, the two men dropped like stones. They would not be getting back up this battle. Turning on his heel, Lance moved his attention to the other four. They stood shocked for a moment, unable to comprehend their comrades had been felled with a single hit.

‘What ya waitin’ for!?’ the leader yelled, gripping a bag and backing up quickly, ‘Kill ‘im!’

Pulling a rough sword from his waist, a thief clutched it with white knuckles. He charged Lance, chopping around and screaming at the top of his lungs. Lance simply sighed heavily. Great. Amateurs. Ducking under the wild flailing of the blade, Lance twisted, kicking his leg out and into the stomach of the man attacking him. The sword dropped to the pavement with a clatter as it’s wielder quickly followed. His eyes searched for the leader who was trying to escape down an alleyway as fast as he could. The other two were behind him, moving closer. The closest thief took in a long, deep breath. Gritting his teeth, Lance knew that wasn’t a good sign. Spinning around, he leapt towards a wooden box on the side of the courtyard. Just in time as he felt the flames heat his back. Fire elemental. Powerful but takes a while to charge fierce power. Very similar to him. Luckily he still had some charge left. As soon as the flames receded, Lance vaulted the crate. Lashing out, he sent two electric blue bolts flying down the courtyard. The fire man dodged the first one as Lance knew he would. The second hit the ground near his foot. Travelling along the trickling of water in between the tiles, it hit his leather boots funnelling the voltage straight into him. With a gasp, he soon joined the others on the ground.

Lance was feeling quite good about himself at this point. Only two left. He turned to face the last man standing near the river however the torrent of water about to hit him blocked out everything else. Damn. Water Mage. He wasn’t going to be able to block or dodge the stream rushing towards him. In these situations, he fell back onto his mantra. If you’re going down, take as many as you can with you. Summoning all his remaining energy, he thrust his arms into the torrent and unleashed his spark. Even as the water blew him off his feet, he knew his electricity would travel fast down the line and shock the caster. Hitting the stone ground, the water threw him back. The force eased quickly. He did get the Water Mage. Gasping, he slowed climbed to his feet. He was utterly soaked. Running his hands through his wet hair, he paused a moment. Had he been hit harder than he thought? He quickly checked himself. No head injuries and he was still dripping which meant he hadn’t been knocked out at all. So how did he come to be in this stone arena.