Seraphim – 9

A willowy slip of a man stood behind me.  His face broke out in a wide grin showing all his sharp straight teeth and a touch of color painted across his cheeks.  Upon seeing my own face, his blush deepened and he dragged long slender fingers through his blonde hair.

Blonde hair?

I stared at him for a moment taking in his features – a mirror of my own – and two splendid white feathery wings perched along his shoulder blades.  Blood did not lie and neither did the racial characteristics of this man.  No horns…

“Agathodaemon.”  I said, every muscle wound taut and ready just in case.

“Relax there Captain,” the man raised his hands in the air showing his lack of weapons but I wasn’t fooled, “the name’s Ely.  I mean you no harm.”

“Why would an Agathodaemon be in this camp?”  My good wings fluttered while the wrapped nub tried and failed.

“And why not?”  Ely spread his wings gesturing to the entire camp around me.  “We are all part of the same philosophy.  None of us want to be a part of this pointless war.  Do you even remember why the fight started?  When?”

His question caught me off guard.  I knew why I was fighting but no one – not even the higher-ups in the Agathodaemon Army – could answer those questions when asked.  It was ingrained into our minds to NEVER ask those questions.

“I see.”  Ely folded his wings against his back.  “You don’t know either, Captain-”

“Malachai Lu”Umar.”  I interjected.  “Malachai will do.”

“With all due respect, Captain, you are an Avant-garde in the Agatho-”

“Not anymore.”  I cut in for a second time.

Ely’s face fell, his words silenced.  For a few moments we both stood feeling awkward.  Then his smile lit his face once again.

“I bet you are looking for Captain Kel.”

How did he know?

Before I could ask though, Ely grabbed my hand.  I almost fell back from the informality displayed  but the pain in my severed Flight Wing reminded me that I was in no condition to start a potential antagonist confrontation with this man.  He might only sport two wings but at this moment, he was well and at full strength.  Which spoke much to my own condition.

“Come, I will take you to him.”  Then he dragged me off in the complete opposite direction I had been traveling in.

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Seraphim – 7

Recovering felt anything but easy.  Even after I was able to sit up by myself I still couldn’t make any reckless movements for fear of tearing the stump on my shoulder.  But with the restless days I felt the strength renew in my veins.

But as the days turned to weeks, so did the want to move around bite at me.  Only after I experienced the eighth day of the sunlight on my back, did I decide to take matters into my own hand.  Standing up, I found my pants folded neatly along the foot of the bed.

Kel had told me that he wanted to see me after I was well.  Turning, I stared at the table where Doctor Ylanna used to work for the long hours of the night.  She would be back in an hour or two.

“I’m sorry, Miss.”  I spoke to the empty chair.  “I need to find out more of this place.”

Buckling my sword onto my hip, I reached over and opened the tent flap.

Seraphim – 6

“Elias!”

Hands pinned either side of my shoulders, sticking me against the ground.  Capturing me, immobilizing me.  Knife seared against bone causing the screams to flee from my lips.  Why?  Why did you do this…

I struggled.  Fought.  Ripped at the air in desperation.  Anything to get free.

“Calm down!  Captain!  Calm!”

Lights flashed, banishing the darkness from my vision.  Elias’ face fades into the fragments of my troubled mine.  Bringing into the light of the face of a troubled blonde woman.

Ylanna glanced down at me with concern; her hands pinning mine but not to hurt me.  A bolt of pain lanced down my back as I felt my protesting muscles fight against my own struggles.

“Wh-what happened?”  I finally managed a breath.

“You were having a nightmare.  Screaming and writhing.”  Ylanna shook her head.  “I was afraid you would undo all the stitches and hurt yourself more.”

“I-” I took in a deep gulp of air in the attempts to calm my rapid heartbeat.  “I’m fine now.”

Just as her face calms, the door bursts open and I jump.

“Is Mister okay?”  Sariah’s voice called from behind  Ylanna.

Whirling around, Ylanna snatches up her daughter and rocks her against her hip.  “He’s fine just had a bad dream.  Remember when you have bad dreams.”

“Uh-huh.”  Sariah giggled then flashed me her most brilliant smile.  “Don’t worry, Mommy will protect you from the bad men.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her innocence.  That her Mommy was such a hero as to chase all the evil from that little girl’s world.  Hell, the woman probably did.

Ylanna kissed her daughter on the cheek then set her down, nudging her  back gently.  “Why don’t you go outside and play.”

“Okay!”  And Sariah bounded off just like that without a second word or glance.

“Still don’t trust me yet around her.”  I grinned.  Could I really blame her?  Her child was a half-breed, sired by a Kakodaemon.

“I don’t trust any of my kind nor other Kakodaemon I do not know.”  She shifted her hip against her desk, folding her arms over her chest.  “In this war, you never know who is friend or foe.”

She couldn’t be closer to the truth.

Still my smile held fixed in place.  “Now that we’re alone again… do you mind enlightening me to this type of facility?”  Staring up at the cloth high vaulted ceiling of the tent, I recognized it as a nomadic tent designed for quick set up and take down.  Common among scouting groups in both armies.

“You won’t get much out of me.  All you’ll get is that this is a sanctuary for those weary from this obscene war.”  She placed her hand on the desk.  “We’re here to protect.”

“Why hide – ”

“Rest Captain.  Soon you’ll know everything.  Captain Kel will inform you more than I.”  A smile finally reached her lips.  “All you need is to rest and heal.”

Winter Soul Revised!

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It took me 5 months – even a hospitalization – but I have finally finished revising my complete novel Winter Soul which is book one of the Death Walkers I blog about in the neutralplains.wordpress.com.  I started the revision back in November 2012 and finished it in late March 2013.  And I must say I have never felt so much more sure and happy for this novel.

This is the BEST novel I’ve written up to date.  And my skills as a writer will only improve with each passing novel I pen.

I have also given it back to the agent who first requested the R&R (Revise & Resubmit) so now I just wait.  And even if I am rejected in the end it will only serve for me to push forward.  I KNOW that this book and its series needs to be shared!

Seraphim – 5

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Moments passed without either a word exchanged.  Truly, I bit back more disgust.  Maybe this man did save me or maybe he promised not to harm me, but he was still a Kakodaemon and I, still a prisoner.  And with the deplorable condition of my body, not to mention the bitter taste of betrayal still a fresh sting to my heart, nothing could stop this godless creature from finishing what Elias started.

“Kel is it?”  This time I didn’t try to hide the disdain coating my voice.  This man wasn’t a child and the smell of spilled blood clung rampant to every facet of his body.

An elegant brow arched up, wrinkling an otherwise smooth forehead.  A curious light glinted from deep within those crimson pools staring down at me.  Laughter?  I wrinkled my nose in response.  Was he mocking me?  Yet, no sound came out from those thin lips nor did he gnash his teeth in anger.  Again he reached over and swept a few wisps of blonde hair from my eyes and again I flinched away.  Then I settled, glaring at him with a mixture of confusion and oddly enough, curiosity.  That’s when a bellow of rich laughter burst from the Kakodaemon but not the mocking or triumphant laughter I expected.

“After all that has happened to you, I don’t blame you for your hesitation.”  Kel spoke once his laughter died.  He folded his arms over his chest, cocking his head slightly to the right.  “So, Ylanna tells me that you are Captain Malachai Lu’Umar, an Avant-garde in the Agathodaemon Army.”

So she knew who I was.  Wasn’t really a surprise though; she didn’t seem to be a greenhorn in my eyes.  My eyes fell on my bandaged chest.  How I wish I could sit up.  I twitched my abdomen and winced feeling their protest.  A few more days.  At least I was alive.  For now.  Then I looked back up at Kel.

“I take it you are the leader of this facility.”  More statement than question.  Seeing the respect Ylanna paid for the man spoke volumes.

“I am.”  Again he smiled down at me.  “Get some rest.  When Ylanna releases you come see me at my tent.  She’ll inform you to its location.”

Before I could respond, Kel retreated out of the room leaving me to my own devices.  Sighing, I pulled at the edges of the bed until I successfully turned myself onto my left side, off my injured wing.  Then I closed my eyes hoping that I would wake up the next day.  What in Tartarus was going to happen to me?  Betrayed.  Broken.  And now in the company of my enemy.  Still, things couldn’t get worse.

Harness Your Desire

Ah the dream of millions but the relization of soo few. The pipe dream just as acting or singing. However, it is not as hard as you think it is to achieve! All it takes is two simple things:

1. Desire
2. Determination

Two words, yet these are the very same things people have the hardest time doing. First, you have to WANT with every fiber to write. Wake up, write! Eat, write! Bathroom, write! Sleep, write! Hell I carry a notebook with me wherever I go.

Today that is what we are going to look at…Desire!

With desire comes the voices. You need to accept the voices in your head. Once you create characters they become living, breathing parts of you. And they are loud, using every ounce of energy you possess. Mine even wake me up in the middle of the night just to write.

NOTE: KEEP A JOURNAL AT YOUR BED JUST FOR THOSE OCCASSIONS!

This desire burns greatly. It will burn holes in your socks as you pace the room angry at a conflict you can’t resolve. Burn through various pencils, notebooks and wallets that you thought would never die.

As a writer, what you must do is capture that burn, craft that desire. Shape it into a work that you hunger to write. Yes there are times when you need to research… ALWAYS look for ways to improve yourself. Research becomes a curiousity that never ends.

Because desire is soo strong, you will soon earn and itch to write. For me I feel as if something is off if I don’t want to write a damn thing. NO, you don’t need to go to a doctor. They can’t cure you anyway. What you need is to take out that pen and paper and write. Who the hell cares what about just write. Write until that desire subsides.

This is desire. And a crucial part needed in becoming and being and striving and living as a writer.

So today I encourage you to go and write about anything. Do it every day. For ten minutes, one hour, a few hours… I want you to shut off the tv and music… yes even your video games, naughty people. Turn all of it off and listen to the world around you with a pencil and paper. Don’t use your computer until you lean diligence not to quickly switch to Facebook, Youtube or even Twitter. Then with that paper and pencil, write about what you see, what you feel, what you hear.

I normally set practice writings with groups for 10 mins, 30 mins tops! Just long enough to try to create a page or so about the world around you. Read it once you’re done. Did you ever notice things like that before? Doing this every day will work your brain, training it to build the desire to write every day.

Harness the desire you have and build it to bursting. This is the first step to becoming a writer is to have the desire to write.

Tomorrow we will look at the biggest and most important part… THE BLANK PAGE!