Mercy of Fate: A Free Short Story!

Before the unveiling of Tauscher’s rebellion…

Before war descended on the village of Nerthach…

Before loyalties split and friendships shattered…

Haydn is determined to put his stealthmanship to the test. With Traveon’s help, and a gift for Gorawen as his goal, he is careless of any risk. As he gazes at the Governor’s Keep, he has two thoughts: he can’t allow himself to be caught, and this will be an adventure worth remembering.

A Shadows of the Hersweald short story.


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Hope Ann is a phenomenal writer, and this story is no exception. Set several years before her newest novella, Shadows of the Hersweald, it’s a small insight into the background of the main character, Haydn, and it might give you incentive to buy the book. 😉

So you might as well go and get this story for free. Just click on the picture and it should take you where it’s supposed to go:


Have a wonderful day!



Just what I’ve been up to :)

So I realised I haven’t written anything in two weeks….whoops.

What have I been doing in this absence?

Well, not writing for one.

I spent a good amount of time stressing about my exam for my psychology class, but I passed my exam with an A. Yay! First college exam passed, umpteen more to go…

Then, I started orientation for my new job at Chick-fil-A, which was a week long process, and tomorrow I go in for my first day of work where I will be trained on service. Also, I spent a good amount of time trying to figure out how to hem my uniform pants which came a little too long for me. I spent nearly all afternoon accomplishing that task because my sister (who is the sewing expert) is in Oklahoma right now visiting our cousins.

Speaking of Vick, it’s very nice to have our room all to myself so I can make a mess and not get yelled at. 🙂

Okay, okay. I’m not making that big of a mess. Currently, most of the mess is me rearranging my closet. It’s a very time consuming process involving me rereading old writing (which includes explosive laughter*, embarrassment, and a lot of nostalgia), throwing bucket loads of stuff away (literally), and making “coming of the closet” jokes every time I have to leave to stretch my legs.

Cleaning the closet also gave the opportunity to listen to a lot of music. I tend to listen to it as an album since James (my iPod) doesn’t have an auto play feature on YouTube and can’t download Pandora or Spotify. So far I have listened to: “No Sound Without Silence” by The Script (10/10. Fav song: Superheroes), “How to Save a Life” by The Fray (8/10. Fav song: How to Save a Life), “Blurryface” by Twenty One Pilots (11/10. Fav Song: all of them), “Vessel” by Twenty One Pilots (12/10. Fav song: Guns For Hands and basically all of them), “Vices and Virtues” by Panic! at the Disco (9/10. I’m a P!atD fan by osmosis**. Fav song: House of Memories or Always You (or whatever it’s called))

I also happened to rearrange my bookshelf and discovered I own over 100 books (but I want more…), which makes me feel accomplished as a bookworm. 😀

Yesterday was Pi Day, renamed by me as Pie Day. So, I made Pie. I spent the evening on monday making an apple and lemon merengue pie (I also learned how to spell merengue as I texted my sister for the recipe), and know why I’m in service and not in culinary for my new job because I have terrible cooking habits. We had the apple pie for breakfast, then went outside to shovel the ten inches or so of snow we got the night before. Then for lunch we had chicken pot pie, and supper consisted of shepherd’s pie and the lemon merengue pie. And nobody celebrated pi. We just celebrated pie for it is worthy.

Also, an interesting realisation I had: so this week is spring break at the college I am taking my psychology class at, and it also happens to be the only week it really snows in our area. Confusing much?

Yep. So that is what I have been up to. Nothing too important. Just rambling. I’m hoping on posting some writing in the next week, but no promises.

See ya’ll later!


*I accidentally tore a page out of a notebook by laughing so hard. **It happens when you are stuck in a car with your Panic! obsessed friend and they just got four of their albums for christmas and therefore that’s the soundtrack for the entire car ride.

February Books

My goal for the year of 2017 is to read 100 books. So, hey? Why don’t I talk about all the books I read last month which went towards the goal? This won’t really be a collection of reviews (because I read a lot this month) but more or less my opinions and my suggestions.

The Abolition of Man. I started reading this book months back, but then I found it again and finished it this month. It was good, with some very deep concepts that actually made sense to me (I usually hate nonfiction like this because it never makes any sense). However, the Chronicles of Narnia will always be my favorite C. S. Lewis books.

Doctor Who Psychology: A Madman With a Box. This book was awesome! I read a review


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on another book in this series and discovered there was a Doctor Who version. After a little bit of thought, I bought the book and a few days later, I started reading it. It was a nice
reward for me after finishing my psychology class reading, and I kinda did a little happy squeal every time they mentioned one of the subjects I was learning about in my class. They covered many aspects of psychology, focusing mainly on personality which is the topic that made me interested in psychology in the first place. However, this was not written from a Christian worldview, so there is a bit of evolutionary thought, but not a whole bunch.

The Shakespeare Stealer Shakespeare’s Scribe. The first one was a reread, and I loved it as much the second time as I did the first, even though I remembered almost everything that happened. However, it was my first time reading the second one. It was faster in pace than the first, but I liked it a lot less, although Widge’s character development is to be applauded, but the author tore out my heart, ate it, stabbed it, then lit it on fire. Not certain if I’m going to read the third book.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay. This. Was. Amazing!!! I had seen the trailers a hundred times and seen all the gif sets on pinterest (and read all the reviews that should have been marked as spoilers), therefore I knew more or less what was going to happen. But I still fell in love with the characters, fell in love with the story, and nearly cried at the end. Also this was the first screenplay I read other than my own (which I have never finished. hehe). Also, two days after finishing this, I went and watched the movie 😀

I am the Great Horse. This was a source of nostlagia for me because I read this book at least four times when I was a kid within months of each other (note that this is a very rare treatment because I usually cannot reread books). I rediscovered characters I had forgotten about (and one who might have become a bit of an inspiration for one of my own) and once again was reminded why I absolutely love historical fiction.

The Secret Series (books #1, #2, #3, &4). This was nostalgia again. I read the first two books once before on my cousin’s kindle and really really liked them, then reread them because I told my mom they would make great books for my younger brothers to read. They’re humorous, and full of fun facts about things like synesthesia and alchemy, although slightly dark for being a children’s book. Then I read books 3 and 4 for the first time. I love the author’s sense of humor.

Stars Above. I read the Lunar Chronicles a while ago and liked them a lot, so I was excited when I found out there was this collection of short stories. I didn’t really have a particular favorite, although I nearly cried over “the Little Android”, and was making happy squeals and everything over “Something Old, Something New.”


Read this book right now.

Heartless. This was a reread, and boy am I glad I reread it. Tales of Goldstone Wood is the best series ever and you had better go out now and buy a copy of all eight books and novellas. If you want a reason, it is because Anne Elisabeth Stengl has put the series on hiatus and buying more of them will give her incentive to change her mind.

Rapunzel Let Down. This was a fast paced book (sort of) and I stayed up until two o’clock in the morning finishing it. Word of warning though, do not read this if you are a younger child. It’s got some pretty heavy subject matter, and almost too much for my taste. It stuck close to the original fairy tale, and that at least made me happy. And the fact that my favorite character didn’t die either, although I was really scared at the end that he would be killed. My favorite characters tend to meet those kinds of ends.


13 books

4.30 average rating (They were all pretty good)

2 favorite character death ( not counting the death of my third and fourth favorite characters in I am The Great Horse) 

Have you ever read any of these books? What are your opinions on them?

Thanks for reading!


Fasnacht Day

I come home from class this morning to find that it was Fasnacht day! I always forget it exists until it’s upon me.

In celebration of this wonderful holiday, here is this Haiku I wrote a long time ago which is one of the few pieces of my poetry I am willing to show to the world.

Fasnacht Day

I want a whole day

That revolves around donuts.

Happy Fasnacht day!

Happy Fasnacht Day everyone!!! 😀


Beautiful People~Zane and Jewel

Today I am doing Beautiful People, which is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but haven’t done because I am not an ambitious person (my character flaw, everyone) and I couldn’t think of a good character to do. However, when reading through this post (which is focused on couples thanks to Valentine’s day), my OTP popped into my head and now I just have to do it about them.

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This is supposed to be a button. I hope it works

I would like to introduce to you Zane and Jewel. They’re not really from a WIP, although I


{Pinterest bc I can’t draw well enough to do them justice}

have written a few one shots featuring them. They’re actually side characters from two projects in the same universe that I just decided would be stinking cute together, and they have since turned into my OTP.

1. How and why did they meet?

Zane was a sophomore in college when Jewel came to school and they both hung out in different circles, but they would see each other around campus or in class. However, the first time they spoke was the time Zane asked her out on a dare from his best friend.

2. What were their first impressions of each other?

Well, for Zane I know it was pretty much love at first sight (so cliche, I know). Jewel, going off the first time they spoke, saw him as awkward and adorable which are the probably the best adjectives to describe him.

3. How would they prove their love for each other?

Zane proves his love for Jewel by staying up late to talk with her (although he has been known to fall asleep around midnight, even in the middle of a sentence once), or watching a movie with her even when he sees that as a horrible way to spend time together. Jewel proves her love by giving him a hug or a kiss at random times, or forgoing a social gathering so they can hang out, even if that time is spent doing nothing.

4. What would be an ideal date?

Doing something they love together, whether it be taking a walk in the park, or going to the beach. They’d talk, mostly having deep conversations that can migrate into stupid little arguments over anything from grammar to whether the book was better than the movie.

5. Is there something they empathetically disagree on?

It would probably be theology. Jewel is a more of a charismatic Christian, while Zane is Presbyterian. They do have arguments about baptism, which might turn into a problem when they have kids, but they both are people willing to compromise, so I’m certain they’ll think of a way to make both of them happy.

6. List 5 “food quirks” they know about each other. (Ex: how they take their coffee, if they’re allergic to something, etc….and feel free to mention other non-food quirks!)

1. Zane doesn’t like the taste of coffee, but Jewel does. However, caffeine doesn’t work on her while it works on him, so college forced Zane into a coffee addiction.

2. Zane and his pal JJ love donuts, although Jewel introduced Zane to his favorite type of donut: Boston Creme.

3. Jewel is rather health conscious, and is incredible at coming up with innovative ways to eat gluten, sugar, and/or dairy free although she generally keeps it a secret from everyone.

4. They met in a coffee shop and meet there at least once a week and they chat about life and compare notes for their shared classes.

5. Zane’s hair is always sticking up in several directions because when he’s nervous he runs his hands through it.

7. What’s one thing they know about each other that no one else does?

Jewel knows about Zane’s family problems. He has a whole family with his mother and father happily married, and a few siblings, but he feels pressured to live up to their expectations, and thinks doing otherwise will bring their disappointment upon him. Jewel has a lot of private thoughts, despite being an open and outgoing person, but there are hardly any things that just Zane knows, for she also shares a lot of her deep and dark secrets with her friend group back home.

8. What’s one thing that they keep a secret from each other?

Jewel has a tendency to not talk about her family, so Zane knows little in regards to that part of her. Zane doesn’t usually keep secrets from her, so the only reason Jewel wouldn’t know something about him is if she doesn’t ask him about it.

9. How would their lives be different without each other?

Jewel: Without Zane, she probably would have gone the path that she went even when they were in a relationship. she would have graduated college, gained her teaching degree, and went on to work, although she might have wound up in a different career without his helpful advice. However, the main difference is that she probably would not have as much fun in her life. She’s not a pleasure seeker or anything, but Zane brought out her sense of humor and showed her an adventurous part of her. Without him, those would both remain deep inside of her.

Zane: Without Jewel, he also would probably have gone the same path of life with his career choices and everything, but without her, there are also parts of his personality which would have remained a secret. He would not have become as outgoing, or happy. Also, with Jewel’s influence, he probably would never have decided where he stood on multiple issues.

10. Where do they each see this relationship going?

Neither of them have a desire to date just “for fun”, so they are in this with long term views. However, both of them are reluctant to mention marriage because they are still young and don’t know how the other would respond, or their families. Sadly (for them) I am the only person who knows their future.

So that’s it! Thank you for reading. Let me know if you want me to ever share any of my writing with these two.

God bless!



A Reluctant Gryffindor


I have only been in the Harry Potter fandom for a little over five months so, like a true fan, I decided I needed to know my Hogwarts house.

While reading the books, I fell in love with Hufflepuff. Everyone made fun of them, calling them stupid without any brains, and that made me feel sorry for them, and very defensive. Then we meet Cedric Diggory who is a true Hufflepuff with a sense for fairness, even though he’s competing against Harry in The Goblet of Fire, but also with ability, seeing as how well he succeeds in the Triwizard Tournament. After him, we also meet Tonks who is incredibly talented and fun (and made it onto my favorite character list).

I decided I belonged as a Hufflepuff because when faced with the choice between Bravery, Cunning, Knowledge, or Loyalty as a defining trait, Loyalty is my first choice. I’m not the greatest friend material, but I try, and I’m not exceptionally hard working either, but I try as well. Seeing as how the sorting hat doesn’t sort you just based on how you are but also on how you will be (how Neville came to be a Gryffindor), and also takes your opinion into consideration (the reason why Harry ended up in Gryffindor too), I was certain I was one.

Then I took one of those online sorting quizzes. Nothing official, since I didn’t want to make a pottermore account at the time, but it sorted me into Gryffindor. I was shocked because all my answers seemed to be far from the ‘brave’ option. When faced with a challenge, my initial reaction is to flee first and fight as a last resort.

Finally, a couple weeks ago, I finally decided I was going to try an official test. I created the account on Pottermore, and desperately hoped it would get me right.


Gryffindor_crest.pngI was sorted into Gryffindor again, and there was nothing I could do to change it.

Now, I know it’s just a test and Hogwarts isn’t real so I shouldn’t get too worked up about it, but it really got me to thinking. Everything happens for a reason, so what was my reason for being sorted into Gryffindor?

I thought I belonged in Hufflepuff. Their traits are Loyalty and Hard-working. I thought this was me because I wasn’t intelligent like a Ravenclaw (although I like books), or cunning like a Slytherin, or brave like a Gryffindor. I thought of all the times I was afraid to speak my mind, or all the times I was too scared to do something.

But then I remembered all the times I had done things I had been afraid to do.

Someone once told me that I was an inspiration to them by the way I tried to do things that were hard for me. The instance he was talking about was the time I was climbing a tree and failing miserably. I required assistance eventually to get into the tree, and assistance to get back down. I didn’t even realise that was me being brave by trying again and again.

Then another time, someone said I was ‘determined’. I was doing something I didn’t like to do, but refused to give up, even thought I was being physically challenged beyond anything I had done before.

Lastly, one of my fears is a very specific High Ropes Course. I did it once and swore I would never do it again, but a year later, I was the very first person to go on it (not of my own accord. It was my climbing buddy who volunteered to go first so I was dragged along). I did it, and still hated it, but the fact that I faced my fear now gives me encouragement.

There are so many other instances that I was reminded of while writing this that I will not bother to write down. But they caused me to realise:

I belong in Gryffindor. I am a reluctant Gryffindor, and probably will always be so because part of my heart is in Hufflepuff. But I know there are reasons that I need to be in this house.

Perhaps I need to be in Gryffindor because I require reminders that I am brave and persevering when I want to give up.

I need to be reminded that I am not something to be undermined and left ignored.

I need to remember what makes me strong, and not forget the people who showed me what I need to remember.

God causes all things to happen for a reason. Not only have I been sorted based upon how I am, but I have also been sorted upon who I can be.

And technically I’ll be able to punch someone for saying mean things about a Hufflepuff, because that’s what Gryffindors do:D

Movie Review: Sing

Hello folks and welcome to my first movie review on this site! I wasn’t planning on reviewing this movie (I wasn’t even planning on seeing this movie) but since I have several strong opinions after watching this, I might as well share them.

Sing is a children’s movie, and I agreed to see it because I do have a high love and respect for movies in this genre, especially after re
cent successes like Zootopia, or Inside Out. It is a cute story about a koala with big dreams who is trying to bring his theater back to popularity with a singing competition. 

Notes: I will try to keep this review spoiler free. Also, I don’t remember character names from just hearing them, so there might be a few characters referred to by completely incorrect names.

What I liked

-the world. I love anthropomorphic animal societies and my initial thought was that this was going to be like Zootopia, but it was unique in its own way.

-I love the main character, Mr. Moon. This is surprising Image result for sing the moviebecause I do not usually like the main characters, but this koala basically stole my heart. Ever since he was a little kid, he has loved the theater, and the movie starts off with him wallowing in the problems of accumulated failure. The bank is at his throat, his previous patrons will not sponsor his shows, and he doesn’t know what to do. However, unlike most characters in this situation, he is not a scrooge character: borrowing money left and right, swindling his friends, penny pinching, forgetting his childhood dreams…etc. Instead, his dreams are big like his heart, and he decides to put on a singing competition with a monetary reward, hoping to draw in the crowds and restore his theater’s fame. He’s incredibly nice to the other characters, and inspires them to keep going and invests in their talent.

-I love the main message. This movie shows people that they can achieve their dreams at any age, in any situation of life. The motley crew of characters consists of everything from an angsty teenage porcupine, to a motherly pig with twenty-five children (#relatable). They follow their dreams of singing, they discover what they excel at, they improve as characters, and they conquer their fears.

-Most of the characters. I love Rosita and her desire to sing despite raising her twenty-five piglets, Meena and her totally relatable stage fright, Ash and her desire to be a singer and songwriter despite her controlling boyfriend, Johnny and his dreams conflicting with his desire to please his father, and the iguana lady just for being endearing with all her quirks (and I love Moon’s relationship with her). 1481710815_sing-movie.png

However, sadly, the cons outweigh the pros.

What I absolutely did not like


*spoilers begin. Read at your own risk*

I. HATE. THE. MOUSE. I do not remember his name and I do not wish to because I want to forget that he even existed. I am usually a loving and understanding person, especially
when it comes to less than perfect characters. But, after watching this movie I came home and said with absolute conviction that I would murder that mouse with my bare hands if he even so much as came a mile near me. He was a JERK from his first scene to his last scene. He starts off playing his saxophone on a staircase, his case open. Someone generous throws a penny into his case. The Mouse reaches to grab the penny and indignantly yells “A Penny? This is it?” (that might not actually be what he said, but that’s the gist).

In the end, he makes the very nice monkey (I think it was a monkey) turn out his pockets and practically robs him of a large sum of money, just because he believes he’s entitled to everything based on his skills. Then while in the competition, he hears everyone else singing and is constantly yelling at them and tells Meena the elephant that she has no talent (although he hasn’t heard her sing), so he decides that the competition money is as

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Look at the evil monster

good as his and buys a fancy car and a membership to a nightclub, gets a girlfriend, and basically wreaks havoc. In the end, the only reason why he decides to participate in the competition(when there was no prize money offered) was because he wanted to prove that he was better than Rosita and Gunter.

*end spoilers*

-Failed storytelling. Stories are very hard to write. Any writer knows this. I try not to pass judgement on other stories because I know I could not do better. However, I know there were several things lacking which could have very easily been fixed. Basically: THE STINKING MOUSE’S REDEMPTION STORY. He had SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO TURN GOOD!! Think about it: he’s rude in the beginning. A good story would have that change when he realizes that other people have talent too. He’s incredibly greedy and surrounds himself with things that make him feel good. He should have had a moment where he loses everything and realizes he’s been doing everything wrong the entire time. I KNOW DOING THINGS LIKE THAT IS TOTALLY CLICHE BUT BETTER CLICHE THAN NARCISSISM! This movie completely decided to ignore his potential by making him a rude narcissistic rodent in the beginning, and an even ruder narcissistic rodent in the end, and I do not use the term “narcissism” lightly, folks. THIS IS NOT GOOD STORYTELLING, PEOPLE!!!

-Another complaint is that they did not have a message against lawlessness. Johnny, the singing gorilla, is part of this gang led by his dad and a bunch of other gorillas. It is apparent that he doesn’t want to be in the gang, but it isn’t because he thinks it’s wrong, it’s because he wants to sing. He doesn’t seem to ever learn that stealing is wrong, although he does have a wonderful character that makes it into my pros list.

-And a very tiny insignificant reason: I did not like the songs they chose. They sang popular songs that I don’t like. They sang Firework (don’t like it), Shake It Off (hate that song), and Call Me Maybe (hate that song too), and at the rehearsal Johnny sang All of Me (love that song) but he didn’t sing it in the end performance although they sing Shake It Off in the rehearsal too and it makes it into the end show. Why? And they also sing part of Hallelujah, but don’t sing that for the end performance either. Although, I shouldn’t really be complaining. I’m the one with weird tastes in music.

In conclusion

This movie gets a three out of five star rating (from me).

It could have been a four except for the FREAKING EVIL MOUSE and the otherwise butchered storytelling. However, its main redeeming quality is the overall message (not the submessage about lawlessness) and Moon, who is just my favorite koala ever.

If you’re looking for a good kids’ movie with anthropomorphic animals, Zootopia is your best option, or the Redwall movie/tv shows.

Quest for the Fire Eyes pt. 2

Okay, I am not planning on making this story into a serial. I’m actually planning on publishing it (starting small so I can test the waters, as it were) so I don’t want to necessarily put it all on here. However, I will be giving you guys a little more so as to make you give me money when I finally publish it so as to satiate your desire to finish be nice and …generous…

haha. I am actually doing this because I really have nothing else to do. I’m in the process of participating in a group project for my Psychology class (look at me. taking a college course. I’m so grown up), and we only have two weeks to prepare, and now the presentation is coming up in two days. Hashtag this is causing me a lot of stress. I just cant take the time writing something profound or exciting.

So instead of me talking about boring things like my artistic endeavors or my complaints with the world, you get some more Quest for the Fire Eyes. Just after I stop all this talking.

Emera knew it was silly to insist that the bird was real. No one believed her. She knew Korin was kind, and did not mention to her the fact the he thought her imagination was wild, and because he was her friend, he also kept his opinions to himself and did not gossip like the other staff at the castle. Her father had dismissed these visions as a fancy of the young vixens mind.

Emera was now thirteen years old. Every season since her fourth spring, the bird had appeared. She knew it was the same bird because of the way it looked at her. It never talked, although the look in its eyes proved ||| it could, and Emera was merely waiting for the moment when it would speak.

When she was not sitting under the tree waiting for the bird, Emera was off attending to her studies or she was pestering Korin.

Korin was a simple palace guard, oft absent from his duties as his services were rendered unto the princess. Emera treated him as a big brother almost as often as her best friend. She confided in him and was constantly following him around. He was sixteen years her elder.

Emera was in the garden one afternoon, stretched out upon the low wall between the garden and the courtyard. She looked downwards at a climbing plant with bright flowers in a trumpet shape. The star pattern inside set it apart and made it her favorite. She loved the stars. The vole gardener, Marty, had said it was a Morning Glory. She had almost tripped over him while she inspected the blossoms a couple seasons ago. Voles were usually much smaller than foxes, thus explaining her clumsiness. She often didn’t pay much attention to where she was going.

Emera was bored. The flowers could only do so much to lift her spirits. The fall breeze made her sleepy, but she could not sleep. She wanted to explore, but she had already travelled every single corridor in the castle, climbed every tree in the courtyard, and smelled every flower in the garden. She wanted to do something exciting.

An idea rushed into her head, taking only a moment for her to label it as a good one. She jumped up and raced to find Korin.

Korin was on duty, and Emera found him right outside the door to the throne room. “Korin!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “Can you take me to the town?”

Korin shushed her, then looked at her curiously. “Why do you want to go there?”

“I’ve explored everything in and around the Castle. I’m tired of it! I’ve looked out upon the town from the windows, but I want to go out there and actually experience it and explore!”

“You will have to ask your father.” Korin replied, his voice much softer than the princess’s.

“He wouldn’t mind so long as you are with me.” Emera looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Your majesty, would you allow me to finish one shift without having any interruptions? The captain doesn’t take too kindly to my absent records.”

“Oh. I am sorry,” Emera apologized, her face falling into a frown. Korin had become much more critical of her antics now that she was older. “Will you take me after your shift if father says yes?”

“I would be honored.” Korin replied.

Emera scampered off, hopeful because of his promise. She spent this time waiting in the castle, exploring the halls some more, even though she knew them by heart, although she usually confined this exploration to rainy days when she could not be out in the garden, or pestering Korin. At one point she had found a picture of her mother. It was a full length portrait in a hall lined with paintings of ancestors gone by, none of which she recognized. Her mother looked regal, her dark fur sleek, and blue eyes bright. She was a rare beauty. “The only fox in all of our kingdom with a pelt that color,” her father had explained once when they stood looking at the picture together. The queen in the portrait wore a golden circlet upon her head. A green stone was set in the front. Emera always got the feeling that her mother was looking at her with those radiant eyes. She had never known her mother, and this picture felt like the only connection between them. “I’m going exploring with Korin today,” she told her mother, as she stood before the portrait once more.

Her mother did not answer, but Emera did not care. She skipped off.

Emera kept on returning to the throne room door to see if Korin was done. Finally, his shift ended, around the fifth time Emera checked on him. “Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Emera said.

“Remember, only if he says yes,” Korin replied, hoping she hadn’t forgotten about asking permission.

Emera dashed out of the wide doors and across the courtyard which was dim in the evening light. She always knew where her father was at this time of night. He kept to a regular schedule, and was predictable in almost everything he did. That was why she was scared that her father would not give her permission. Emera slid through another door at the other end of the courtyard, ran down a hall, and skidded to ||| a halt in front of an ornate mahogany door, and discreetly knocked, her heart beating quickly, a little nervous at facing her father.

“Come in,” the king invited, his voice muffled by the door, but still discernible.

Emera entered the room, while Korin remained behind, although she left the door open for when he decided to follow her.

The king stood in the massive library, a book held between his fingers. He turned and beheld his only child, closing the book and placing it on a nearby table. He looked old. His muzzle was snowy white, and his ruddy fur was taking on a roan color. His eyes were loving and sad, but a smile greeted his daughter. Despite his attempts to appear happy, joy was not in his smile, and that made Emera feel sorry for him.

“Father,” Emera began, pushing aside her feelings. “Would you permit me to go into town?”

“What would you do there?” The king inquired, his face betraying no surprise, although this was the first time Emera had ever spoken of visiting the village.

“Look around, see what life is like outside this castle,” Emera answered, hopeful for his approval.

King Ellon sighed. “Are you still seeing the birds?”

“The bird,” Emera corrected. “Yes father. But that has nothing to do with—

“No, Emera I think it would be best for you to remain here until you are old enough.”

“But I would not be going alone!” she protested. “I would take Korin with me. He’s already agreed.”

Are you certain you can trust him?” Ellon inquired, his worried expression at the talk of the bird fading into a smile.

“Why do you doubt it?” Emera replied, catching the teasing In her fathers tone, barely able to suppress a grin of her own.

“I guess you could go then,” Ellon replied, reopening his book.

“Thank you father!” Pure joy flooded her face ,”I’ll get Korin and we can go right now!”

“Whoa!” Ellon cautioned, drawing his eyes away from his book at this rash decision by his daughter. “it is quite late out and there would be nothing to see. Wait until tomorrow.”

“But Korin will be on duty tomorrow!” Emera pointed out, suddenly crestfallen at this turn of events.

“I can give him a day off.”

“But the captain of the guard will surely fire him!” Emera cast a glance back at her friend, suddenly scared that her decision to go out had cost him his employment.

“I’ll see to it that he won’t, her father promised.

“Thank you!” Emera curtseyed where she stood, then exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

She decided to make up for lost time by deciding what she was going to do on the morrow.

okay, I hope you guys liked that. 🙂 I know this scene doesn’t really further the plot, although it leads up to one that does. It might eventually go as I rewrite this story.

Thank you for reading and let me know what you thought of it!

Quest for the Fire Eyes

A few days ago while checking the forums on NaNoWriMo, I discovered this thing called a “goal tracker” and I decided to use it because, why not? Using this tool, I made a goal of editing and finishing (yes, I still haven’t finished it yet) a novella I started two years ago, although currently it is the length of a novelette, but who pays attention to those kinds of things? #notme

The working title is “Quest for the Fire Eyes”, which I literally just came up with five seconds ago.

And here is a blurb I came up with on the spot too:

Legend has it that the Snowbirds are the heralds of death. They come to unsuspecting creatures in the night as an omen of their passing life. 

Emera, a white pelted vixen, knows of the Snowbirds. One appeared on the night her mother died and now the entirety of her kingdom believes her to be cursed. She wonders if the rumors are true for she sees a Snowbird on the first day of every season. Perhaps it is merely a figment of her imagination for she has not died yet. However, when the bird begins to speak, sending her on a mission to save her father’s kingdom, she finds herself on an adventure that could mean either life or death for not only her but an entire race of foxes.

Here is the first chapter or so. Please enjoy, although it’s fine if you don’t. Let me know what you think!

The moon, sovereign of the night sky, shone sliver upon the freshly fallen snow; a blanket of silence over the wintery world.

The bird flew low, just above the surface of the snow. Her shadow traveled beneath her as a quiet companion on this solitary journey. She had left the tree filled world behind her, and was now nearing the end of this long journey, yet she was not tired. This bird was special, spectral, and on a mission.


South and West of the bird’s route stood a castle. A king and queen dwelt there, a pair of foxes. At this moment, late in the evening, the entire castle was awake, but quiet; waiting. The queen, a fair vixen of dark fur, closed her radiant blue eyes in pain, and leaned her head back against her husband. The king was red furred, and wise in his ruling. He gently tried to comfort his wife in this moment of pain, his kind heart feeling the agony as keenly as a knife.

The bird continued on, straight towards her destination, never slowing, never stopping.

A gentle knock upon a door caused the king to look up.  “Who is there?” He inquired. Long ago he had sent all the servants away, and he trusted that none of them would interrupt him. Perhaps he was wrong.

There was no answer to his inquiry. The room was dark except for a glow coming from the fireplace, and a candle upon the bedside table, but they were not enough to drive away the shadows. Then the king looked at the pale stream of moonlight coming from the balcony. The curtains had been pulled aside, and were blowing in the chill breeze. The king did not remember leaving the door open, and felt fear. The breeze became a sharp wind, and it blew its icy breath into the room. The king looked closer at the open doorway. There was a shadow.

The bird stood there, her plumage glowing snowy white despite the moonlight at her back. She was half the size of a fox, with a round head, delicate pointed beak, and soft black eyes. Her wings were folded up to her body. Softly, the breeze ruffled her feathers. A more observant mind would have noticed she was flesh and bone, but the king recalled a legend he had grown up hearing. The snowbirds were said to appear in the darkest part of night. They came to animals who would soon die. Not only were they spirits of the underworld, couriers to death, they also were known to place curses upon unsuspecting animals. The king did not know whether this was true or not, for no one had ever lived long enough to say otherwise. Even still, he drew the queen closer to him in an effort to keep the ominous creature away. The bird stepped closer to the foot of the bed. The king did not know what to do. His queen seemed to be oblivious to all that was going around about her. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was labored, her pain almost too much for her to bear. Then the bird spoke.

Her voice was deep and smooth like honey. She spoke slowly, with deep feeling. “Fear not, Ellon. Fear not, Inda. The child you are about to bear is special. She will have a hard life, but perseverance will be hers, for she shall have the blessing of the snowbirds upon her. Keep her safe and close to thine hearts. Love is the greatest gift thou can give her. That is all I have to say to thee.”

Queen Inda opened her eyes, having noticed this night time visitor, and beheld the snowbird.

The bird turned gracefully, and took off through the open door, the curtains fluttering in her wake. Then the glass paneled doors slid shut, back to where they were before this whole encounter. King Ellon was not sure if it was naught more than a dream.


Emera first noticed how different she was from other foxes when she was ||| four years old.

Her favorite haunt was a hollow between two roots of the great oak tree at the far end of the courtyard behind the castle. Ever since she could walk she spent most of her time outdoors unless it was snowing or raining, although that did not always halt her journeys towards the tree. One day, the first one of spring, she was sitting beneath the tree, comfortably settled between the two roots. She had brought her lesson book as something to entertain herself, but it laid unopened by her side. She had other things to do. The courtyard was under spring’s awakening spell. Flowers pushed up between patches of melting snow, and the trees were beginning to show evidence of buds. Emera looked up into the branches, hoping to see if any of the blossoms had appeared yet, and saw a pure white bird looking down at her.

It was so pretty Emera couldn’t resist staring at it in awe. The bird stared back at the little white fox with the bright green eyes, her gaze steady and unwavering. It was not the glance of a common dumb animal, but the look of a wise creature. Emera wondered if she could speak.

Emera finally got up. She ran towards the castle. “Korin!” She cried out as she scrambled over the low wall into the garden, headed straight for the castle. She raced around between the hedges to the last known location of her friend, whose name she was still calling.

“What do you want, my princess?” The owner of that name replied. Korin turned a corner and princess Emera ran right into him.

Korin was a strong young fox of red fur. Emera had to lean her head far back in order to meet his gaze. He looked down at the princess with friendly brown eyes.

“There’s a really pretty white bird! Come see!” Emera skipped off back towards the tree. Korin had no choice but to follow.

Emera sat down once again in her hollow, and looked up. Her smile of excitement was dissolved and her brow creased with worry. “It left,” she said disappointedly.

Korin sat down next to the princess. “That’s alright. Birds do tend to fly off.”

“But it was so pretty!”

“That doesn’t prevent it from moving,” Korin replied.

Emera, suddenly seized by a question, turned to look at her friend. “Don’t they say you see a white bird before you die? A white bird appeared to my mom the day before she died. Does that mean I’m gonna?”

“No,” Korin replied, laughing. However, his laugh was hollow. “No. It’s just a rumor. No one knows for certain that your mother saw one before she died. Besides, where did you hear that?”

“I dunno. I think I heard Edna discussing it with Marty.”

“It’s just rumors,” Korin replied, quickly looking around for signs of the cook or the gardener that Emera had mentioned, “and rumors are hardly ever true.”

“I definitely saw one though,” Emera replied. “I guess we’ll just have to see if I die or not.” She stood up and skipped off, apparently unconcerned by this omen. Korin returned to his duties in a much less carefree manner.

Seasons passed, and the princess grew older. She was observant, and so she noticed on the first day of every season a white bird appeared in the boughs of the oak tree above her hollow. When Emera was seven, in the summer season, she tried to convince Korin to sit with her beneath the tree to wait for the bird. None showed up. Eventually, Korin had to go, and, as soon as he left, the bird appeared.

It seemed that the bird only came for Emera. It was watching her.

Being Crafty

I have realised that in the recent weeks (basically ever since Christmas) I have not been working on much writing aside from two scenes I wrote to conceptualize some characters for a fairy pirate idea I got several months back.

So, what have I been doing since then?

I have not been completely lazy in this time. I’ve only been on Pinterest my normal amount…(hahah…should probably cut down on that addiction).

Instead, I’ve been busy being crafty!  My artistic side has been on the back burner since I turned fifteen and only shows up on weekends and holidays, such as the week before I am required to create presents for the people I care about.

Before Christmas, I crocheted a whole ton of amigurumi Pokémon. Five in total, and barely making my deadline–finishing Squirtle seconds before we opened presents.

I made a Charmander, a Pikachu, an Espeon, an Eevee, and the aforementioned Squirtle for my younger siblings (most of them). Here are a few pictures (apologies for the bad quality):


Eevee (with Espeon in the background)


Pikachu (with a Vicky photobomb)


Jolly Olly cuddling his Squirtle (right) and Bewear (left)

Bewear was possibly my favorite Pokémon that I made, although he was completed sometime after Christmas, and finished on the exact same day I gave it to my friend. I’m all about finishing things on the day of their deadline!

If you want patterns, please let me know and I think I’ll be able to come up with something. I’m horrible at writing my patterns down because I make them up as I go.


Stufful is my new favorite Pokémon. Just do a google search and die from the cuteness

And while we’re talking about Bewear, here’s an adorable picture my sister, Margaret (recipient of the Espeon) age 7, drew of Bewear’s original form, Stufful. She’s quite the aspiring artist. The box under his name is a tree branch, there are leaves sticking out and everything. At least, that’s how it was explained to me.

Now, on to the next craft I made while in my crafty mode! While out yarn shopping in preparation for these Pokémon, nearly a month back, I decided I wanted to img_4435make a Hufflepuff scarf, and therefore prepared by buying a whole pound of yellow and black (those big skeins come in handy all of the time, and add considerably to the ever growing yarn stash). For about a month I’ve been looking at patterns, and in the end decided to borrow ideas from a few places and combine them to make my own unique scarf. Most of my inspiration came from this post, although I could not find it when I began this project so I did not follow it in any aspect other than doing the Tunisian crochet (which I accidentally taught myself five years ago (yes it was an accident)).

I love it because it’s really long and it’s HUFFLEPUFF!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a proud Hufflepuff, and you should be too!

Don’t worry, this long and show-offish post is almost over. There is just one more thing I need to show you guys.

So, I don’t draw often. My artistic faucet has been dry recently, but it decided to turn on at seven in the evening on Tuesday and I got this masterpiece:


The words on the side say “Partners in Time”

*whispers* isn’t it lovely?

Haha. Yeah. My drawing skills aren’t the greatest, but I am extremely proud of how both of them turned out. I’m usually horrible at drawing proportionate bodies, although I’m fairly certain their heads are too big. Oh well. We can’t expect to have our cake and eat it too…


Here is Miyoko colored in (it looks better in real life)

So, brief explanation of this picture (it’s not completely random). These are my two favorite characters in  Timely Gifts, my time travel novel. No, they are not my main characters. I never like my main characters. This might be a problem. Their names are Miyoko and Osmar. Miyoko is a girl from the future (cannot remember exactly how far) and Osmar is a boy from the past and is a squire before he finds out he can time travel and is sent to the University of Time Travel (UTT). He and Miyoko are my OTP and I accurately titled this piece “Partners in Time”. I feel so clever sometimes.

Anyways, This is the end of this post. Let me know which of the Pokémon you like the best, what Hogwarts house you’re in, and/or if you are able to draw appropriately proportioned human beings(I’m desperate to learn your secrets)!