Monthly Archives: January 2016

Shattered: Prologue

This is the prologue for the project I am currently revising. I hope to publish one day, but for now, enjoy your sneak peek at my novel; Shattered.

Levi strode into the Capitol building in Celestandria, a shining monument of the country he had helped to build. He had once been proud of the accomplishment, but with his years had come wisdom. Looking back, he now saw what he had built had become altogether too prosperous, and he no longer held as weighty of a say. He had spend decades complacently nodding his head and biting his tongue while the head of the Celestandrian democracy, The Only, had relinquished the government’s control, his control, to the people. His position had gone from from second in command, to more of an advisory figurehead. The Only had assured him that it was for the best, but he had wanted power.
He frowned, hoping the Only wouldn’t be so lucky as she had been in the past. He had attempted to dispose of the Only many times but failed. He was confident that this would be it! He clutched a brown paper box in his calloused hands, and looked around for someone to assist him. He did not want this to be a suicide mission, merely a way to instill fear in society, and to eliminate the Only. If all went as planned, this would be another step on the staircase to world domination. There, he spotted a small girl, whose Lightning blue streak in her choppy brown hair signified her rank. She looked young, perhaps 12 or 13, she must be a first year elite, he thought.
“I have an errand for you to run,” he said, guilt creeping into his heart. He pushed it away, hardening his heart.
The girl’s bright blue eyes opened wide, full of trust, “yes sir?” She replied in awe, recognizing him as the Only’s advisor.
“Take this package, and deliver it to the Only’s office.” He handed her the box, and rushed off even before the poor girl could even agree.
The Only’s office was at the heart of the Capitol, so the bomb ought to be able to blow up the whole complex, excepting the bombproof basement, Levi reminded himself. Now he had to make sure his 13 year old elite grandson made it there. He tapped his telacommunicator wristlet, and sent him a message,
“Meet me in the archives.” Hopefully he would listen. Levi then took a deep breath and shattered. An elite passed him by without a glance, and he shivered. He didn’t think he would ever get used to his invisible state.
Not moments later, an explosion ripped through the Capitol building. Heart pounding, Levi rushed towards the stairs. Almost there. 100 ft. 75 ft. 50 ft. Shrapnel rained, fires raged, and the building collapsed. Levi was buried under the wreck, not having reached the archives in time.
“A-” His word was cut short as the breath was knocked out of his lungs. He was crushed.

When the young boy made it to the archives, his eyes darted around, expecting to meet his grandfather’s, but instead they saw the Only’s brown eyes staring back at him.
“What are you doing here!” He asked angrily, as it dawned on him that his grandfather’s plan had failed.
That’s when he heard it. Glancing at his telacommunicator wristlet, he pulled up security cameras. Fire everywhere. He couldn’t leave the archives, as even the doorway to the staircase was burning. He saw his grandfather, his body crushed under a support beam. Grief flooded him and he collapsed on the ground, crying.
The Only slid down next to him, and rubbed his back, “I’m sorry.” She said, as she knew it was his grandfather who was responsible, but she didn’t understand. He had offered. No begged, to assist his grandfather, he had wanted to work with his grandfather, and help to achieve the family dream of taking over the three countries. But he had been denied, being deemed too young, and yet his grandfather had allowed one of the new elite triplets to help. Anya. She was probably dead, no one could survive a blast like that. Not even his grandfather.


The Puzzled Isles: Prologue

This begins another novel of mine. The idea started with a flying train, and went crazy from there. I’ve written the Prologue and Chapter One, while QuadL (Literary Loving Little Lady, or Beca as you might know her) wrote Chapter Two. Then I’ll post Chapter Three, and back forth until it’s completed. Also of note are the markers to signify another section: they’re supposed to be trains, but they look…odd… Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Verbon-Sun turned from the balcony. The sunset was beautiful, as always, but the Wizard Apprentice had other things on his mind. Such as, why was his master in such a foul mood today?
The mansion stood in the center of So-Terri, the sprawling metropolis that served as capital to Xerin, the country his master ruled. But this wasn’t his real home. He had his own place far away from here, on the edge of Xerin.
Verbon-Sun entered the room where his graying master resided. His name was Lycandor, but no one spoke to him by that name; he was referred to behind his back as ‘the Puzzler’ for his odd habit of making jigsaw puzzle pieces appear out of thin air, then fitting them together.
The Master was slumped in a chair, his mouth in a tight frown. “Get me something to drink, Verbon-Sun,” he ordered, without looking up.
As he did what he was told, Verbon-Sun frowned as well. “What is troubling you, Master? I thought that something as easy as getting a drink would not hinder you.”
“It would not hinder me, but I need to think, and thinking is from a clear mind, not one bogged down with minor spells.” The Master accepted the drink, a berry mix that was popular those days. “I do not understand it, Verbon-Sun. I do my best for the ones in this country, and what do they do? They turn on me as soon as my back is turned. They call me the Puzzler, they think that I am old and senile.”
“Forgive me for saying so, but you are older than most, Master.”
“This is true. But with age comes wisdom. Do they not see that? For although I am old, I am also wise beyond their years. I was here when the original Wizard created this country. I was the one he placed in charge.” Verbon-Sun groaned inwardly. He had heard this story thousands of time. Outwardly, however, he remained as interested as he could be. “I ruled for five hundred years, and then I saw something. A boy in the marketplace, who was doing things that he shouldn’t have been able to do. And when I looked closer, I found that it wasn’t just a normal boy, it was someone who had a gift with magic. I took that boy in, and trained in as my apprentice for the past one hundred years. And you are the result.”
“I know, Master. I was there, remember?” Verbon-Sun’s voice was tired, but he disguised it enough that the aging Lycandor did not realize.
“Perhaps in another fifty years they will remember their wrong and forgive this tired old man for ruling them so long and taking forever to die.”
“Master, do not speak that way.”
Lycandor stood, his dark eyes flashing. “Remember your place in this world, Verbon-Sun. I raised you, and if I want it to happen, you could be thrown out into the street once more.”
“Yes, Master,” Verbon-Sun apologized, bowing. When he looked up, however, Lycandor was gone. It was one of the talents that Verbon-Sun had yet to learn, how to teleport. So, instead of waiting for the Wizard to return, he went back to the balcony and watched the sunset once more.
It was the next morning that Verbon-Sun realized that the world had been torn apart.
He had awoken early, as was his custom, and had done his forms, running through basic spells and various martial arts maneuvers. After that, he had taken a stroll to the lakeside. And it was there that he noticed something different. The water, usually a sparkling blue, had turned darker, and no ships where docked. The next thing he had noticed was the lack of docks themselves.
Verbon-Sun ran the rest of the way along the shore. Something was glittering in the water, and he leaned down to take a better look. It was a piece of metal, a hook from one of the ships. And as he watched, it dissolved slowly into the liquid. He reached down and touched the water, then withdrew his hand quickly. It was burned red.
The water had become acid.
Reeling from the news, he stumbled back from the shore, and back to the mansion. Then he climbed to the highest part of the tower. And it was there that the next part of the horrid day was shown. Usually, from the top of the tower, Verbon-Sun could see the Mountains. But this day, they were no where in sight, and in their place, a gigantic fissure stood.
Verbon-Sun did not know how to teleport, but he knew enough to speed his body up. Within minutes, he was at the edge. He stared down in horror. Far across the acid, the mountains loomed.
Then he got an idea. He bounded into the air, far enough that he could see all the parts of Xerin. It was then that the complete, awful truth was brought forth: The lands had become a gigantic puzzle.
Each was within it’s own puzzle piece, and was complete within itself. But there were no crossovers like before. The desert sat there, a clod of sand in Verbon-Sun’s eyes. He could see everything now, each piece consisting of a major part of Xerin. He could see desert, ice, mountains, Brenneckston, and many others. The only one he did not see was the Wizard’s own personal retreat.
Once he returned to the ground, he found mass chaos. He had arrived in the middle of a small village called Brewerston. All the people flocked around him, and caught onto his sleeves. “Help us!” they cried, and Verbon-Sun nodded.
“I will do what I can. But please, I need you to calm down.” Everyone parted as he strode to the top of the village, where a man named Fergus lived. He pounded on the door, and Fergus opened it. His broad accent was filled with surprise as he saw who was standing there.
“Verbon-Son? Gud ta see ya, ma friend. Cum on in, please.” Verbon-Sun thanked him, entering the small hut. “What can I be getting for ya? A pint? Anythin’ at all?”
“I just need to talk to you, actually.”
“That’ll be fine, then. What is it you be wantin’ to talk to me about, eh?”
“The mess out there,” Verbon-Sun replied, sitting on one of the stools. “No one’s going to be able to get to any of the other islands, you realize.”
“I’m sure that ole Puzzler will fix it up soon enough,” Fergus said, sitting across from Verbon-Sun.
“I don’t think so. I think he was driven insane by all your talk about him being the Puzzler and all that rot.  And I think he’s left for good.”
“But, if ‘e does that, what’s gonna be ‘appening to me and my family? We’ll starve, and you know it! Most of our trade comes from the mountains, and we cannae get over there, do you understand?”
“I have a solution,” Verbon-Sun said. “I’m going to create something for you. But only you and your family, do you understand?” When Fergus nodded, Verbon-Sun rose and walked over to the young child playing on the floor. “May I have this?” he asked, picking up a toy train. The young boy nodded, not understanding. “Come, Fergus,” Verbon-Sun said, “We have work to do.”
He left the building, and set the train down. He put his hand on the wooden toy, then muttered something. It was long and complicated, the hardest spell he had ever done. An hour later, the magic had worked: the train now was full sized, made of metal and had one more significant change: It floated a foot above the ground.
Fergus wandered the engine. It was like the inside of all the engines he had seen, except that this one had something more. A panel with two dials, one for height another for direction, had been added to one of the walls. He ran back outside when he heard a sigh. Verbon-Sun, exhausted by what he had to deal with, had fainted.
The next morning, Verbon-Sun found Lycandor over him. “I should kill you for what you did!” Lycandor hissed. “But you almost killed yourself, so I’m not going to.” He pulled his apprentice from the bed and hauled him over to the window. The train was a speck on the horizon. “Your plan worked. I hope you’re happy. Now they’ll still have to lean on the Wizard’s help. They should have been left to die!”
“Why did you do this?” Verbon-Sun asked, trying to get out of his master’s grip.
“If they think they can do without us, then let us see how well they do. In a thousand years, we can return. But now, we must be off to our hideaway. We must not be seen here any longer. From now on, Wizards are a story to help children get to sleep. Do you understand me?”
“Master, I don’t understand,” Verbon-Sun said again.
“That’s to bad,” Lycandor snarled. Then they disappeared. They appeared in the Wizard’s personal hideaway. Lycandor pushed Verbon-Sun to the ground, then walked away, sitting in a dusty chair.
“We need to help them, Master,” Verbon-Sun said, but Lycandor just laughed.
“If they think they’re to good for us, then let us leave them to their own devices, shall we? Then we will see how much they need us.”
“Master, please,” he tried again, but this time he was ignored. Instead, he lay his head down on the cold hard rock floor, and wept for all the grief his master had caused.
And so it was that the Puzzled Isles came into existence.

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The Beginning

In the beginning, the Lord contemplated. He rubbed his chin. A world of peace, beauty and love. There will be water, and land. I will make green plants and cute beasts. He rose from His majestic throne and a hand touched His arm. Without looking, He asked, “Yes, my Son?” A whispered suggestion, a nod, and an adjustment followed. The Lord of all spoke a word. He studied His work and spoke again. He modeled the atoms and light shone throughout the cosmos. The Lord grinned. He consulted His outlines and planned the next days. He would make many unique worlds and throw them into the sky. He would fill His chosen land with creatures with minds and beautiful plants. He would create a leader to rule over the world, even the mighty behemoth, a leader unlike all the other beasts of the land.

Over the next three days, Christ crafted the cosmos. With His great hand, The Lord flung the stars, planets comets, asteroids and all things into existence. Once far enough, the gravity of each item triggered and they crashed together, bouncing off into the distance. The Lord watched His calculations take place. Thousands of stars whirled together and created a massive black hole. He laughed, knowing what it would cause later on. When a gas giant and a red star converged, matter flew through space. The yellow star created by the explosion found its place in the universe, and stopped there. Around it, the debris settled in too. The Lord looked at this solar system, and removed Pluto. He thought again, and put it back, only much smaller. This complex galaxy would be thrown of course by the smallest adjustment, so He edited the cosmos with a word. He then settled on the third rock from Sol, but decided to wait until tomorrow.

The next day, He returned and partiality populated the world. He added birds, who looked at their feathers and chirped in delight. They thanked the Lord and flew off, twisting and twirling in the air. With a joyful cry, the Lord added fish to the sea, who darted through the waters, joyfully thanked the Lord and formed schools for teaching how to swim and how to talk fish. He strode through the beautiful nature He had created and watched it converse. The trees’ leaves vibrantly hopped from color to color, like a woman trying on dresses, not sure what looked best. Grass unanimously settled on green for its color. The flowers were a sight to behold. They formed wide squares, and twirled, flipping throughout the rainbow, even creating new colors. A lavender bush turned a whitish red, and named it pink. The willow trees dropped as if sad, but were quite joyous. The Lord sat under a beech tree and observed the goings-on. Something was missing; the world and the animals lacked a leader.

The next day, He created animals in order to fill the earth. None of these could rule the world. The Lord then thought of something. He spat on the soil, and made clay. He took it in His hands and breathed on it. When it fell to the ground, it grew into Adam, the first man. Christ put the Garden of Eden, the beautiful place God had meant for the greatest creature to stay, into Adam’s hand, and he went into his task with vigor. He strode throughout the garden, calling out names to the animals, and they leaped and grinned at their chosen name. The kangaroo especially. A few butterflies competed for the most beautiful colors, but they could not decide. When Adam was asked as a tiebreaker, he gave his opinion, and that butterfly blushed with pleasure. A robin asked for Adam to throw him into the air, so he could try to beat the eagle in speed. A serpent strutted about, and asked Adam to praise him. He politely declined. After meeting a pterodactyl, he flew over the earth on its back, and then the pterodactyl deposited him on the neck of a behemoth. He rode on its back, and it brought him to the garden of Eden, where he slid off its tail. Horses horsed around, fish smiled happily and experimented with their fins, and the moon went to the sun’s apartment for a cup of tea. The Lord walked the earth, and tasted the fruit of the trees. Dates and grapes soon became His favorite fruits. He took Adam for a ride on Leviathan, and whenever they splashed into the water, the waters droplets shone like crystals, seeking to please. He later created a wife for Adam. After the creation of man and the animals, the Lord took the seventh day of creation to rest. And that was just the beginning…