Writer's Block: Novel Ideas
An original story I developed years ago, which is a fantasy about a group of children chosen to train for the chance to become elemental Mages against their will, despite the fact that none of them can stand each other.
-Stares blankly at her sentence- That is quite possibly the crappiest summary I've ever written.
Okay, I gave them a sentence. This is *my* idea of a summary for Mages of Tydor: Through Topaz Eyes.
We weren't chosen because we were the best. We were chosen because we refused to follow orders, a skill that would be needed in the times to come. We weren't ready. We would never be ready to be drawn into the Great War. It changed us all. Once naive children, now we are Warriors of Power, sworn to defend and protect our World. Protect it from the greatest enemy of all:
It's people.
I am K'lassa, hiri of pas Kasha Jat'nik. Ral'ta died in childbirth, and I have served in her place since. For my siblings I *am* Ral'ta, as most where too small to remember her. For Ral'ka, I am hiri, serving his guests, preparing his meals, and providing entertainment during his meetings.
When Ela'rik found me, I was content with my life. He told Ral'ka I had been Chosen as his apprentice, perhaps to be the next Solar Mage of Tydor. There was no choice but for me to leave with him, to train for thirty cycles in hopes of Assending to Mage.
I hated him for that, with every fiber of my being. My pas needed me, my *family* needed me. Perhaps it was because of that I struggled to learn. I know it was that hatred that left our relationship strained and uncertain, and I know the blame for that falls solely on myself.
Perhaps it was that lack of connection to him that left me so alone later. Without guidance from Ral'ka or Elarik, I became lost and confused. I was not the leader I should have been when the others needed me. I failed them, and nearly failed Tydor as well.
History will tell of the glory of this war against Darkness. Small ones will listen with shining eyes of admiration to the tales of the Mages of Valor, as the Thirty-Second Generation has come to be called. They will hear nothing of the sacrifices made, the uncertainty, the betrayals, the misunderstood... This war was never glorious. It was the darkest, most tramatic part of my existence.
I am K'lassa, and this is my story.
I think all my creativity is going to NaNo. If I ever stop thinking about inspirational desktops and soundtracks, and actually keep, y'know, writing.
Oh, and for anyone who's wondering, yes, this does mean that Bright Skies and pretty much all my fics, are on the back burner for now. I won't ignore them, but there most likely won't be many updates this month. Sorry guys! I tried to finish Bright Skies before the end of October, but it just didn't work. ^.^;;