Today’s Writing

“Dr. Jones.” Sara turned to face Ryan. “I’m going to go with Thomas to the airport and get us passage on a charter flight. Keep an eye on Daren and Damio, will you?” After he nodded to her she turned to Thomas. “Shall we go?”

“After I finish with the dirt we can go.” Thomas put the last few shovels of dirt on top of Andali’s grave. “I don’t know the customs of your people, but I hope that you find your place among your ancestors.” He turned and walked over to Sara. “I run fastest in wolf form. I assume you can keep up?”

“I sure hope so.” Sara replied. Thomas turned into a wolf and they were off.

– – –

“Andali has died.”

“Are you sure Octavianus?”

“Yes, Hulda, I’m certain.” Octavianus turned and slowly sat in the driver’s seat of his car. “We set it up so that the other would know if one of the two of us died. I also know who did it.” The car of the red convertible closed and he drove off. Careful to be on the right side of the road, he wasn’t used to driving in America, and he didn’t think that he ever would be.

“I wonder where he’s going.” Hulda thought aloud.

An hour later Octavianus’ bluetooth went off in his car. Looking at the caller id he saw that Hulda had decided to call him. Reluctantly he hit the answer button on the steering wheel. “Moshi moshi.”

“Why do you always answer the phone in a different language? Just answer in the Guardians’ default language; English.” Hulda was German, but English is a Germanic language so it didn’t bother her as much as Japanese. “I know that you want to avenge Andali’s death, but he doesn’t have a successor so you should probably focus on that. As the person who brought him in to take an open seat it’s your responsibility to replace him, or at least help.”

“I know, and I wasn’t going to go try to kill Andali’s killer. I know better than to do that.” Octavianus took a right turn, and started heading for Oregon. “I’m planning on finding a way to get an Herbalist on the council.”

“An Herbalist is not a supernatural being. They are similar to witches or warlocks, but they don’t have any real abilities.” Hulda had this conversation with Octavianus on several occasions. “Let it go.”

Octavianus had to swerve to miss a cat. “You think that will stand if the Herbalist is the widow of Derik Medakus?”

“You have my support, and that’s normally all you would need, but for this you will need the support of more of the Guardians. At least five more so we can put it to the vote.”

“I know, and I was hoping that you would be the one to talk with them about it while I’m gone. It may take a few days for me to convince Sharon to come back with me.”

Hulda sighed. “Very well, I’ll talk to everyone while you’re gone.” There was a click as she hung up the phone.

Good. While she’s doing that I’ll do my best to get Sharon to join us. We will need to move the headquarters from Maine to Oregon, but that wouldn’t be much of a problem. He knew that most of the council members wanted a change of scenery.

31 Day Challenge, Day 5

Here’s what I wrote for the Challenge today.

Andali Windspeaker arrived right when he meant to, when the people he was supposed to transport were unsure that he was even coming. He slowly lowered himself from the clouds and knocked on the door of the shack.

“Are you Andali?” Thomas asked. He had opened the door to see a Native American dressed in a leather garment with feathers sticking out of it at seemingly random spacing.

“That is correct. How many of you will I be transporting? I need to know so I can start.” Andali stepped away from the shack and started to gather the wind around him.

“There are going to be six of us, but how will you be transporting us?” Almost as if Andali had planned it the wind almost knocked Thomas off of his feet. “Never mind, Windspeaker.” Thomas went back into the shack to explain to everyone else what was going on. While he was talking to them he heard a bang. It almost sounded like a gun, but something was off about it.

Jayson was the first one to move. He ran out of the door to find Andali lying on the ground, he had a bullet hole through his heart, but not made by any bullet that Jayson knew of. “What happened?”

Andali turned to answer and saw the six of them staring at the hole in his chest. “It was the wind,” he coughed up some blood, “but someone else was controlling it.” He coughed, a spasm shaking his body, more blood spraying out of his mouth. “Tell Octavianus I’m sorry.” He laid still, the light gone from his eyes.

“I will.” Thomas leaned over and closed Andali’s lifeless eyelids. “I think we need to find another way back. The culprit seems to have either vanished, or used the wind to get rid of his scent.”

“Great, now we’re back to square one.” Ryan sat down on the ground, the energy drained from him.

“Dad?” John asked, turning towards his father. “Do you know where the nearest airport is? Since we all have ID on us we could just buy plane tickets back to Woodfalls.” John then turned to Sara, asking her a question without asking her.

“That’s a good plan,” Sara replied. “I would be happy to pay for everyone’s tickets.”

“It’s a few dozen miles away, but maybe we can commandeer one of the farm vehicles closer to here.” John was facing away from them, digging a grave with a shovel he had produced when they weren’t looking. “The only problem with that plan is I don’t have ID. We could always charter a flight though. I doubt that any of the flights from that airport go to Oregon anyways.”

Jayson walked back into the shack and sat down at the small table. He had started thinking, and he didn’t want the others to distract him. He knew how to get Thomas an ID once they had access to the internet, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that for the man that had abused his best friend.

Outside Daren and Damio lowered the body of Andali on a sheet into the makeshift grave that Thomas had dug. Sara was sitting off to the side, wondering how Daren and Damio were taking this, but didn’t want to use her powers to find out. She could tell the emotions of those that she ‘fed’ off of, but she also liked to allow them their privacy in times of trouble.

Guardians of Humanity – 4

The origin story of Andali Windspeaker featuring an appearance of Octavianus. This also accounts for today’s 500+ words.

Andali Windspeaker was born just like any other child. The only difference was that after he was born he floated upon the air. He was called a child of the Wind Brothers as he was born a Penobscot. By the time he could speak he talked so swiftly that nobody could understand him. It took him many years to be able to slow down his speech because he was talking at his natural pace.

It wasn’t long after becoming a man that Andali decided that it would be better for his brothers if he left them and became a hermit shaman. The tribe always claimed that his good fortune was due to his being a son of the wind and that the spirits looked kindly upon him no matter what he did.

After about two years after Andali had started his isolation and began to train his power over the wind he was approached by Octavianus Sevtorius Velius. This was hundreds of years even before the Vikings could claim to have discovered America; circa 750.

“Who comes to my place of dwelling?” Andali asked, wary of this man in strange garb. His garb looked as strange to Octavianus, with feathers sticking out of his leather clothing at seemingly random places. “Do you seek the council of a shaman?”

“I am Octavianus Sevtorius Velius of the Guardians of Humanity. I formerly hailed from the great empire of Rome which has since fallen. This is my first time in this area of the world.” Octavianus knew that it was strange that he could talk fluently in Andali’s native language when he had never been there before, so he explained himself. “I am able to speak any language having lived for over 1000 years I have learned the ins and outs of language.”

“For some reason I feel that I should both believe you, and yet be wary of you.” Andali said, as he began to do a ritual of divination. “I will know of how you came to be this way in a moment, do not interrupt me.” The wind rose and fell as Andali saw the bite from his cousin, the sword through the chest, the betrayal of his wife decades after he became a vampire, and finally the joining of the Guardians of Humanity when Rome was no more and he had nowhere to turn. “Very strange this beginning of yours, I wish to know more.”

“Then come with me, there is an opening on the council.” With that Octavianus turned, expecting Andali to follow him. After a while of walking alone he wondered if the magic had chosen the correct person for the position. That is when Andali suddenly showed up next to him, in a whirl of wind.

“Shall we move at a faster speed, vampire?” The word felt strange on his lips, but he knew that he would need to learn many new words if he were to join this council of the Guardians of Humanity. “I know you can run faster than I can with the wind.”

Library on the Beach

I was reading something and it made me think about a library on the beach. So I decided that I would go to Google and be like, “yo, show me libraries on the beach.” To my surprise what came up was not a conventional library. You know, the one you walk into and are instantly transported to a place of quiet where you can focus on whatever takes your fancy, a place with at least one, circular wall. (I hesitated to say at least four walls because there’s a house i go by every so often that is literally one, circular wall.) What I found instead was what, I am sure, is a librarian’s nightmare. The books can be damaged by high tide, sand, and even just the hands of those who want to read them.

At the same time I want to know where one of these are so I can go there and check it out. Why does such a thing exist? Who would trust their books to the hands of someone who they know have a good chance of, inadvertently, destroying/damaging the book just because of the location of the library? I wouldn’t be able to do that. Even the books I have that I shelf immediately after reading and never pick up again I count as a cherished belonging. My favorite books are beaten up, but that is because i read them often enough that things just happen to them. I wouldn’t want them to be read once and heavy damage to beset them. That’s why for a few of them I have two copies. One to read, and the other to sit on the shelf and look amazing.

I have a fairly early copy of Eragon. It wasn’t the first printing because, at least I’m fairly certain, it was originally released only hardback and this one is paperback. Later, after a librarian did me the favor of gluing the spine back together, I bought a hardback. With the other book, I, Jedi, I bought a paperback again and it started to have the same spine problem as Eragon. I caught this one in time, thankfully, and was able to get it, for lack of the correct term, taped back together. The cover has a permanent dust cover now because the adhesive plastic encompasses the entire cover of the book.

With Eragon I liked it a lot because of the way that it shows the growth of a young writer. I would have had problems with the rest of the books in the series except that I had bought the hardcover copies instead of the paperback to begin with. I’m sure that had I bought, or been gifted, the paperback versions that I would have had to buy hardcover versions for the “shelf copies.”

I, Jedi showed me that just because you seem ordinary doesn’t mean that you are just a normal person living a normal life. There is a set of skills you have that someone else might have too, but yours is different from theirs, even if it’s just in a small way. The main character doesn’t know that he has the powers of a Jedi until Luke tests him. Unlike other Jedi who are good, or great, at manipulating objects with the force he can manipulate perception. In other words he can create force illusions. Everyone is different.

Wow, this post started out about a library at the ocean and ended up as me talking about my two favorite books. Props to Christopher Paolini and Michael A. Stackpole, the authors of Eragon and I, Jedi respectively.

Read books often, and well.

-Damio182

31 Day Challenge – Day 2

This is what I wrote today, this is part of the origin for Snerrir Ingjaldsson of the Guardians of Humanity.

Halfway from where he was bit to his brother’s house, however, something came over him. It wasn’t long before he was taken over by it. It was a rage that swept through him. It was a rage at life, a rage at death, a rage at everything. Stopping in his tracks he felt his bones begin to grind against each other. An inhuman scream escaped from his lips, but it sounded almost more like a howl than a scream to all of those that heard the strange noise.

Sner ripped the silver medallion out from under his thick coat and threw it into the dark snow. The clouds parted for a moment and the moon shone directly onto Sner.

“I am Snerrir Ingjaldsson!” He barked into the night as the pain spread into his face. Bones that weren’t supposed to move ground together, reforming his face into a wolf’s. He howled into the night, his pain transferring into it and releasing from his body.

Many werewolves would agree that the first night is the hardest night to find yourself, but to Sner there was no self to find. His humanity had been ripped from him in the claws of the wolf form he now had. There was no turning back for him, he had one desire in his mind, and that was to find who had done this to him. Tracing his human scent back took him to the house of the woman who had helped set his broken arm that no longer had a break, then it led him passed the house, and to an area stained with his blood. It was hard to find any scent nearby, but after circling around for a while he smelled it, the musk of a wolf combined with the smell of a human. Werewolf.

Following the scent he found himself tracing a winding path back to his own house. The closer he got the stronger the scent became, until he was standing in front of the growling adversary.

The other werewolf, female, and smaller than the impression from the human part of his mind that was trapped in the mind of the wolf, began circling him. He followed suit, the new power of his transformation flowing through him like a river attempting to flood its banks. Then he pounced, he didn’t growl, or howl, or bark, or make any other sign that he was about to pounce, and landed with his paw on her throat. He reached down with his powerful jaws and wrapped them around her neck.

The female werewolf, knowing she was beaten smelled of submission, but the feral part of Sner wanted to rip her throat out anyways. Just then the human part of Sner broke free of its prison and released the female’s neck from his jaws.

The werewolf part of Sner wanted to be alpha male, but how could you be alpha male when you had no pack? This was the argument that the human part of his mind used against the wolf part of his mind. His reason won out and just as he was about to head back to his brother’s house with the female werewolf behind him the moon set and they were returned, excruciatingly, back to their original human forms.

He looked over to see the human face of his new follower, and realized that it was his wife that he had almost killed.