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Sunday, January 2, 2022

Life Updates

     Well, in all this time, it is a logical assumption that I have been doing things. (Or, at least, if I haven't been doing things, that I've successfully wasted a whole year.) 



Life in General

    To start, as I mentioned in my last post, my family moved this summer. They are now living down South, and I still abide in the lands of the North. I'm in a music school at present for a dual degree in Music Performance and Music Education (my primary instruments are voice and piano). I got another new sibling this past summer, and he's very cute and very fat. Pressured by location, I am back to the Novus Ordo grind and in the choir. I live with my best friend and writing confidante, and we have gotten a lot of nonsense and very little writing done thus far with this arrangement. On the side, I teach music, work a pretty effortless desk job, and help direct a high school musical theater group. Those are really the biggest things that are going on at the moment. 



Writing

    As far as writing goes, I was somewhat productive up until the school year started. The Second Brother is now finished and under critique from beta readers, and the sequel(s) have been started with some headway. I decided to trash My Land, My Heart (the idea was very trite), and my opera's present plot, In Greater Hands, and my Giselle retelling are also prospectively on the chopping block. I wrote some draft ideas for He Travels the Fastest, and I may be writing it in earnest as the next main project. I came up with another archive novel idea (which I will probably expound on in another Meet the Books! at some point). 

    Probably the biggest thing that happened as far as writing goes was a redraft, though. My writer friends on Camp NaNo may remember that I have a coauthored novel project which has never been talked about on this blog (mainly to respect my coauthor's privacy). Now, however, Grim has her own blog, and I plan to introduce the story via Meet the Books! sometime very soon. In a nutshell, the story was dull, medieval fantasy of a rather cliche type and has been - um - remodeled, shall we say? Very, very remodeled... Anyhow, more on that later.


Reading

It would take all night for me to cover the reading of a year, so I will just touch on some honorable mentions:

The Journal of Hildegard of Bingen, interpreted by Barbara Lachman

  • You must read it!
  • Don't read my translation because it was terrible. The lady was intent on making St. Hildegard out as some proto-feminist or female priest or something. Her footnotes were beyond weird. Do yourself a favor and find a better version. 
  • Overall, even with the terrible commentary, it was quite a fascinating look into life in a twelfth-century abbey. St. Hildegard was quite an inspiring woman, too - scientist, singer, composer, doctor, abbess, and mystic, and writer of the first musical, to boot. 
Awake, Not Woke: A Christian Response to the Cult of Progressive Ideology by Noelle Mering
  • This fabulous book takes the reader through a careful reconstruction of the processes leading to common political thought today in America. She then proceeds to look at each aspect of the philosophy through a Christian lens, with frequent recourse to the Bible, Catechism, writings of the saints and other great Christian authors. Certainly worth reading.
Beethoven: Anguish and Triumph by Jan Swafford
  • Okay, guys, you need to know about Beethoven. For better or worse, intentionally or not, this guy created the musical world we live in now. (The musical nerd side of me wants to promote it more, but I think I'd probably better stop before I get carried away.)
  • The one huge problem I had with this book was the anti-Catholicism of it all. The author showed rather painfully that she had no competent understanding of Christianity at all. She was quite biased when mentioning anything about the Church, and very strangely positive about every conflicting philosophy except traditional Catholicism. I find this a very high failing when dealing with a composer like Beethoven, who had a complicated and influential relationship with Catholicism. You'd think she would put a little more time and thought into that aspect of the book at least for Beethoven's sake. 
A Man for All Seasons by Robert Bolt
  • To be perfectly honest, I was actually a bit disappointed by the play. It was not as good as the movie (*gasp*), and the author had a very strange way of looking at St. Thomas's philosophy that didn't really show up in the original movie version. 
  • All the same, beautiful verse, splendid play. Definitely go watch the Paul Scofield movie. 



Music

    Well, All's Fair got two new songs added to it that it really didn't need and doesn't have a place for. I also wrote a quite useless, cheery little WWI style song and a fantasy for oboe and piano (the fantasy was for a composer's competition which I did not win but had a lot of fun with... the WWI song still has no purpose). I sang on the radio over the summer and got to perform at the reopening of a certain old theater building here, so that was cool. I also got somewhat addicted to TwoSetViolin for a period. 

    As far as music goes, I'm quickly gaining a persona as someone who collects and learns really random instruments. I've sung and played piano for a while now, but I now also play organ, banjo, and ukulele. I dabble in recorder and bagpipes. I plan to take up violin or cello for my strings class this semester and drop the recorder as soon as my wind exams are over. If anyone has need of a dying cat meme track, I would be happy to pick up my recorder for a little bit longer.

Well, that's really about it. How about all of you? What has life held for you this past year? How are the writing projects? Reading? And my musical buddies? (Does anybody else name their instruments...???) 

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Don't Look Back - A Sneak Peak at The Ever-Three

I know that this is right on top of another story post, and I apologize for my lack of creativity at present. I just ended a week of hardcore business with a bad lack of sleep, so my brain is just wanting to post the easiest and most close to complete post in my workbox. But, that being said, I did at least polish it up for you guys because I only want to give you my lovely audience the best posts I can (...even when it's only the best of my busy, half-awake posts).
This particular story snippet is a sneak-peek at The Second Brother's sequel, The Ever-Three. This is the book's beginning. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)
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           Dulcilla glanced back anxiously, her heart beating madly as she ran. Her friend, a dark-haired man, was running behind her a little ways, leading a small pony. Dulcilla breathed in relief. Good. He made it... He was safe... mostly. A limp slowed his movement, but he nonetheless soon caught up to Dulcilla.
            He handed the pony's reins to Dulcilla, continuing to run at her side. "Here," he spoke urgently. "Mount as soon as you're far enough away and then ride to where it's safe. You know where"
           Dulcilla's eyes flew to his limping foot. Oh no..."You're hurt... How will you run all that way...?" She placed a hand over her mouth in horror, realizing there was no way he could. "We've got to mount now!"
            He shook his head. "If we mount now, then we'll be spotted and caught easily. We have to wait until we get to the mountains" He gave Dulcilla a small smile. "I'll be fine"
            Dulcilla searched his face worriedly. After a moment, she hesitantly nodded. She trusted him at least this much...
            Suddenly a shout sounded from a ways off. Dulcilla's companion flicked his head back to look. His eyes glanced briefly behind him before they flickered back to Dulcilla. "Ride away like I told you as soon as possible, Dulcilla, and I'll meet you" He slowed a little. "Go in a different direction from me" His expression was urgent. "Hurry!"
            Breathlessly, Dulcilla ran faster, turning a different direction, and leading the pony with her. The last sounds of her companion's voice reached her as she ran: "Ride, Dulcilla, and don't look back!"
            Dulcilla mounted quickly and rode. But, despite her friend's warning, she could not help one last glance back. She looked back just in time to see an arrow tip burst through her companion's side. Scarlet spilled through his shirt, and he crumpled to the ground noiselessly.
             Dulcilla's heart seemed to stop for a moment. Choking a sob, she forced herself away. "No...," she whimpered, though still riding as though the wind were behind her for fear of being caught.
             The pony galloped swiftly, but Dulcilla urged it on more - not daring to look back, her spirit broken from the first time. Tears streamed down her face, but she kept her sights ahead.
             As time passed like a deathly bell toll, Dulcilla finally gathered enough courage to look back... despite the knowledge that there was no way her companion had made it. A desperate hope drove her to be sure, though. And... even against this knowledge, it still felt like an arrow in her own heart when Dulcilla's eyes found no one. Not a soul.
            But as Dulcilla's attentions strayed for but a moment behind her, her pony suddenly whinnied loudly, and bucked. Dulcilla turned, and lunged forwards, trying to stop him, but she tumbled backwards and everything went black.
           That was all Dulcilla could remember. It had been almost five years now since - five years of trying so hard to remember who the man was, why they'd been running, where they were going, what had happened before it, and so many other burning questions. Dulcilla was almost beginning to believe that it really had been only a dream, and that it had never really happened at all. But then... that face... His face. Dulcilla knew it... somehow.
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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Tidbits and Miscellany

I wasn't really sure what to post today, but I had a variety of things that needed said (as it often is), and so here I am, jamming them all into one not-too-neat little post, but there you are. Such are the ways of Belle when she's in a scatter-brainedly ecstatic mood (don't ask me why I am in such a state exactly, I don't believe I could answer you properly... if at all). Maybe it's the fact that I had a plate of cheese and crackers (which I adore). Maybe it's because I've gotten all of my schoolwork done and it's not even two o' clock. Maybe it's because of the prospect of the beautiful sunshine outside that is pretty enough to enjoy but too cold to be pushed out into. I don't know. But. Anyways. I have a few random things to tell you of. First of all,
What has Belle been up to?
A question... I do not usually answer on this blog as a principle. But, as this is labeled 'Tidbits and Miscellany' I think a little unorthodoxy is in order. I have been watching a movie I seem to be fated never to finish (the movies in question being Gunga Din, with Cary Grant). I have started the Oresteian play, Agamemnon, and am enjoying it greatly and even contemplating making it into and opera because would that not be just splendid??? What else. I have embarked upon the brainstorming stage of a new novel, coauthored with a friend (if she is alright with it, late on I may introduce it on here). I have also reached new heights in the word counts of The Pain of a Memory, Alomina, and The Ever-Three (The Second Brother's sequel). I think that's about everything exciting. Oh, yes, actually, I guess I also discovered an amazing new artist (been listening to him non-stop ever since) called Patrizio Buanne. If you like pop, check out his Solo Tu, if you like jazz, check out his Crazy, if you like swing, check out his L'Italiano, and if you like hilarious parodies, check out Home to Mamma. He's really got everything. And with that, anything of interest I had to say, I believe, is said. :) Now, the next thing.
Questions for Alagna? Please...?
So, I'm not really sure what else to do. When I posted the last character bio (of Alagna Arleine, from Alagna), for the purpose of character interviews, nobody asked her any questions. Which is completely understandable, just kinda awkward in my situation. Because with no questions... no interview, unfortunately. Maybe somebody could scrape together a few so that the interviews don't get stopped? I would be very grateful. :) Thanks!
The Second Brother
I have not written even one more word in The Second Brother, but have written immense amounts in the sequel. Why? Who knows? I really, really want to share the beginning of it, but I don't think I will just yet. However, there is something else of it that I will share - a surprise at the bottom of the post. *mysterious smile* ;)
What's Ahead?
Within the next several posts, here's what you can expect if you want spoilers:
  • Character interview (if Alagna gets enough questions)
  • The next part of The Pain of a Memory
  • Possible another Meet the Books! feature
  • Tags, tags, tags
  • Snippets of a story
Just for those who were curious to desperation, haha. ;)
The Surprise
You probably skipped ahead to this, didn't ya? Oh well. I wouldn't really mind even if anyone did, because I'm very eager to show this off. :)
https://www.playbuzz.com/bellea15/which-quester-from-the-second-brother-are-you
Tell me who you got and if you liked it! :D
Any questions for Alagna? Any questions about what posts are coming up? Any questions concerning the quiz? Any suggestions for movies after I finally finish Gunga Din? ;) 


Friday, August 18, 2017

Meet The Books! - The Second Brother

Wow, has it been a while! And man, oh, man, is it great to be back with Meet The Books!. Anyways, today, the featured book is an unusual one for me. However, before I continue, for those who are not familiar with Meet The Books!, I shall explain. I invented Meet The Books! as a way to introduce my own writing on my blog - as I am terrible with technology and cannot for the life of me figure out how to display it naturally - but it is meant ideally as a way for anyone to do so on their own blog. Anyone can join up! Just answer the questions and ramble on a bit about your work in progress - I mean, how hard can that be? ;) The only rule is to link your post back here so I can see it if you do join! :D Anyways. Now that that's said and done, I'll continue.

What is the genre?
Well, though I consider myself a fantasy writer, ironically enough, this is my only Fantasy. Yep. Only one. I started another prospective one about a week ago, but I'm not keeping it (it was going to be based off of The Laidly Worm, an old English fairy tale). This, however, though I despise it among my works with all my being, I am keeping. But only due to popular demand and the fact that a really awesome character I don't want to delete is laced into it. Plus it's a series, and who deletes a whole series?!
What is the title? Time period?
The title is The Second Brother, after the main character, who I will speak of shortly. The time period - as is my specialty - is medieval.
How is it written (point of view, MC, etc.)?
It's written in my favorite POV: third person (limited), except - again, unusual for me - with only one POV character. That character is the MC, Captain Owain Lontrey.

Who are the characters?
Captain Owain Lontrey is a rather irritable knight (if you're wondering why he's not 'Sir' rather than 'Captain', it's because he's the captain of a King's Century, which is a band of a hundred fighting men for times of especial need). He is he person whom the title is after, being the second brother after Rheovan the eldest (see below) and before their half-siblings, Feotheire and Claria. Owain likes to mind his own business and let others mind theirs, but often this is not how it ends up. See, he has a bit of a problem with a very troublesome half-brother named
Sir Feotheire Lontrey, or Feo to some of his siblings (and yes, Owain sometimes calls him this, but it is not a title of endearment in that case). You see, Feo has - due to his own temperament - been not only disowned by their father, but unofficially exiled from their home, and become a self-made wanderer. Owain often wonders if Feo even cares about anything - and the only particularly apparent answer to that question is Feo's sister - Owain's half sister - Maid Claria. Feo, being her only full sibling, is deeply devoted to her, and often she seems to be the only thing Feo even cares a fig about. Don't ask how he got his title. Owain has asked before several times, but isn't really sure himself how or where on earth Feo could have possibly gotten knighted. Though he was originally based off of neither of these characters, one could explain him as an approximate mix of Faramir and Loki (to make a very odd combo).
Okay, while I never intended him to be anything like Faramir, I had always thought of him as looking like Faramir.
Rheovan Lontrey, called the MirrorGazer for his magical mirror of his own invention, which allows him to look upon anything - anything he has connection to in his mind, that is. He cannot see anything that he has not already known or has no relevant connection to. However, it is useful for looking upon things he did not see before (for instance, when he was present, but did not pay attention to the things going on around him). It's a little like a mix of those memory-mirror things in Harry Potter - what are they called again? - and the famous mirror in Snow White. See, Rheovan is a wizard. Not in the sense that he practices any sort of conjuring or witchcraft, but in the sense that he comes by great mental powers naturally. See, his magic is controlled by his mind - if he went insane, as would his magic. Rheovan inherited it somehow... Owain assumes by their long-deceased mother (Rheovan is Owain's older brother), as their father has absolutely no trace of it, but no one is sure. However, the puzzling factor of that is that Owain himself has absolutely no powers to speak of, despite being a full sibling to Rheovan.
Maid Claria Lontrey is the half-sister of Owain, and the older sister of Feotheire. She was half-crippled from birth, and unfortunately needs constant care to even be able to walk at all, so did not go with Feo (as he offered) when he left the family estate after being disowned. She has been the only link holding Feotheire to his family ever since he left, and she is the only reason he ever comes back. Even had she not needed care, she would not have gone with Feo, though, because she has long wished that her brothers stop being a broken family. Rheovan and Owain do love Claria, though not as much as Feo does, and treat her well, even though their father does not. She has always been the support of the family - in every way except physically, since she cannot be that. She has long harbored hopes to bring her family back together, though it is only just barely keeping from shattering - due to Feotheire's disowning and their father's prejudice.
General Fredich Lontrey is the father of Rheovan, Owain, Feotheire, and Claria (he and Claria aren't actually super huge characters, but I decided to introduce the whole Lontrey family all in one swipe so it's not confusing). He has always been very prejudiced against Feo and Claria, however, for being from a different mother than his favorites, Rheovan and Owain (especially Rheovan). See, he was married once - to Rheovan and Owain's mother - but she died when Owain was a toddler. Her death grieved him so much that he became despondent and stopped working. He became in debt, and to clear himself out of it he was forced to marry a rich knight's daughter, who was Feotheire and Claria's mother. Unfortunately, at the time of the story, she too is deceased. Gen. Lontrey has always fought with Feotheire, and even disowned him. And, though he gives her servants to provide her necessary care, Gen. Lontrey has always scorned Claria as a great disappointment - even more than Feo because she was born semi-crippled. However, also because of this, he cannot send her away or marry her off.
Finn, Ferdie, and Fabian Trillione are a set of dark-haired triplets who - ahem - intercept Owain and Feotheire on their quest (see plot below). Unfortunately for Owain - who took an immediate irritation with them -he and Feo were in need of their assistance in navigation. So they came along. And I believe Owain is now seriously regretting it... ;)
Lady Lucyth is an exiled fairy, forced to have the appearance of a human and now only able to do magic with the aid of others. She has a deep dislike - more than Owain - for the triplets, as frequently they are purposefully trespassing on what she deems her land. She is also called the Lady of the Woods, because her abode is a small forest where many unusual things happen due to mostly uncontrollable spurts of her no longer intact magic. Don't ask what she got exiled for - she doesn't like to talk about it and might even try to make a magic plant eat you if you ask (as Owain full well knows from experience). She's kind-of an antagonist, but - with payment, of course - has helped Owain and the questers.
Gwendolyn Trillione  actually isn't a very big character either in the first book, but she'll be comin' around a lot in the second, so be ready! ;) She is the triplets' younger sister, and for fear of spoilers I'm not going to say another word about her. :) (the triplets have another sibling, but and older brother, but he won't come in a whole lot.)
Ursan the Distant is my personal favorite character in the story. Named 'The Distant', and 'The Wanderer' by people of the small villages around the moors, he is a mysterious figure to be sure. He is a traveling bard whose songs are chilling and beautiful, but no one knows what they mean. He wanders from village to village around the moors, playing for you if you pay him. He will do most things if you offer him money, but he never spends it... Owain's guess is merely that Ursan is a deserting soldier who went mercenary. He speaks very little if at all, and if you ask too many questions about him then he remains silent and is gone the next morning. He never leaves villages by day, but only by night, and never stays in the same village too long. He knows the moors better than any other man alive perhaps, and no one's really sure if he lives there - or really if he lives anywhere at all. He always keeps a lyre and a tiny satchel with him everywhere - surely not enough to carry many belongings, but they must be his only ones, Owain supposes. Ursan will play in villages, but - though his skill and mystery exceeds any other minstrel  - he will not play anywhere near the great cities or courts. He avoids anybody from cities or courts as well, and often is gone a long time before returning to the same village again. neither Owain or Feo are quite sure what to think of him, but as they need his help when as certain rather catastrophic event happens to the triplets, he agrees to help them for pay.
Mr. Buhler of Il Divo... This isn't the pic I wanted to use, but it's the only one that doesn't make it obvious that he isn't wearing historical clothes. :P
Lady Dulcilla is not in the first book at all... but will be in the second. She is a court lady - or was once, so she's told. She has for some odd reason no memory at all of her past life any past a dream she's been having for five years now - which is about the point when she can't remember anything. She can only remember the past five years, and any before that - not a thing. She has been living in a castle that she's told was once hers and a one of her friend's. Her friend, Ambrose, is the only person she can remember from before the last five years. He remembers much of her past and tells her but has no idea himself why she can't remember.  She has relayed the dream to him, but he knows it's only a dream and can't make much out of it.
Lord Ambrose is Lady Dulcilla's friend who has been taking care of her for the last five years when he found her faint on the ground outside his castle without a single memory of why. He - recognizing her - took her in of course, but cannot restore her memory...
And I think that sums everybody up! :)
What does the plot consist of?
Alright, here goes my attempt at a pitch.... :P
Captain Owain just wants to mind his own business... unless that entails running after his troublesome half-brother, Feotheire. So when Feotheire is accused of treason, and Owain has to go on a hopeless-seeming quest to prove Feo innocent, he's not happy. But, as the quest goes on, there seems to be more than meets the eye, and from the example of others, Owain and Feotheire soon begin to embrace their breaking brotherhood...
See, the theme of the story is brotherhood, and so thus the constant conflicting between Owain and Feotheire is the main storyline, but the main action going on is the quest to prove Feo innocent, which is going on at the same time as Owain and Feo's reconciling.
What is the setting?
The setting is a medieval fantasy world (actually, it's the same world I write all my stories in - I could show you on a map if I had the picture of it with me - only it has magic and fantastical creatures). The main country in it is Owain's homeland, Elliar, but during the course of the quest, they travel all over the map (the country in which they find the triplets is Uriett, I think, and the country in which is Ursan is Morgania, the country that they were questing to).
Who are the favorite characters in it?
Well... actually it's matter of debate between readers currently whether to be on Owain's side or Feo's, and it levels out to about half and half in the favorite of the two. See, I have two readers who - though one only on brief explanation - favor Feo's side in the arguments, and then I have one reader and myself (as Owain's the MC, I have to be on his side, because you're supposed to be) for Cap. Owain.
Lady Lucyth.
What is the favorite scene?
Only one of my readers has even mentioned favoring a particular scene, and I myself loathe the entire work, so it appears it is the favorite. It is a scene where Owain and Rheovan sneak Feotheire into their house, and then within it they run into their father (and shortly after that Claria). It wasn't pretty, I can tell you. The General was furious. I still haven't finished it though, yet, so I can't really say much about it... :P
Any themes of music for this work?
Um... kind-of. I generally listen to the opera Carmen when writing it, but that's not its theme. Unofficially (not official because I don't actually know what the lyrics mean, as they are in another language, so do not know if they fit him or not) the song Adagio (best version by Il Divo) is Ursan's theme. And The Last Words You Said by Sarah Brightman is currently being considered as a theme for Claria.
Any drawings?
Um... Not really. I think I drew Lady Lucyth at one point, but I'm not quite sure where the drawing is right now. Seeing as most of the characters are guys, and I'm not so good at drawing guys, I don't think it's likely I'll have any drawings anytime soon. :P Plus I always have trouble deciding what Owain even looks like.
Strong point in story?
Um, I would say the action. The action keeps up at a pretty fast pace, actually... which is one of the many reasons I hate the story - see, I can't stand intense stuff (unless it's just emotionally intense, which I actually love - it's intense action that bugs me). but, according to most writers, that's a strong point.
Weak point in story?
Well, for one thing, its own writer deplores it among all her works. But, an even bigger problem, in the actual writing, description is almost nonexistent. Because it was begun in an age of my writing where I had realized that I had too much description - so did forego every description period. And... that's another reason I hate the thing. :P


What are your plans for it?
Well, I'm going to finish the first book, The Second Brother, and then continue on to the rest of the series, The Distant Wanderer; The Ever-Three; The Mirror Gazer; and The Sylvan Lady. As you may notice, each one of the books is named for an important character: first for Owain, second for Ursan, third for the triplets (I guess that's technically three important characters), the fourth for Rheovan (or is it...?*mysterious smile*), and the last for Lucyth.
Any particular writing habits for it?
I listen to Carmen a lot writing it, I suppose. And I also like to eat pretzels while writing it, but that's something I kinda tend to do with all my stories. I also generally display it as soon as a new part's finished (I'm still not sure why, 'cuz it's terrible!).
If it were made into a movie, what would be your ideal cast for it?
Um, any old Joe who had rusty auburn-ish hair and looked okay in medieval clothes could play Owain. I really don't know much of what he looks like besides being tall and having rusty auburn-colored hair. As for Feotheire, I have always imagined him looking a lot like Faramir, so the guy who played Faramir in LotR could do him. As for Claria, I can see Lily James playing her(?). And Rheovan... uh, get Basil Rathbone for him (except with black hair). I can see whoever played Eowyn doing Gwendolyn, and Urs Buhler  - yes, I know he's not a movie star! - being Ursan (haha, their names even match!). ;D I can see a black-haired Vivian Leigh as Lucyth, and an also black-haired no-mustache Errol Flynn as the triplets. Perhaps Sebastian Stan as Ambrose, and Anne Hathaway as Dulcilla. I don't know for the General.
Anyways, though, that's the end of this session of Meet The Books!. Remember, if you want to join up, just answer the questions in your own post and link back here! I love reading it when other people participate, so don't hesitate if you want to! :) And feel free to take the pic with you!
What did you think? Would you read it? Who would be your favorite character? Would you be with Feotheire's side, or Owain? Are you agreeing with my own sentiments on the horrid work? (Trust me, if you had read it, you would!) By the way, Alomina is currently having its 3rd anniversary! I've been working on it for three years now... and still not finished it, haha. :P Is anybody else here a Fantasy writer who only has like one Fantasy story...? (Nope... probably just me...) :P Does anybody else think Mr. Buhler is incredibly handsome?

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Penning Tournament - The Natural Disaster Challenge's Results (And Also Miscellaneous Announcements, Such As Happy Birthday, Percy!)

Hello! Unfortunately, on another Penning Tournament Challenge, dear Lucy was unable to complete it. Aww! :( I really wish she had. However, I did complete it, on the other hand.
So here is my excerpt, form a story as of yet unintroduced on this blog (don't worry, it'll come soon!). Here is a link to the Challenge itself if you need a refresher on what it was about.
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Owain turned to Feotheire. "Feo, you need to get a grip on yourself"

He looked at Feotheire's face. Feo seemed to be just looking over Owain's shoulder. "Feo", Owain repeated himself. "Feo?"

Feotheire looked at Owain quickly. "Owain..." He nodded behind Owain, and began to step slowly away.

What on earth was with Feo? Suddenly a loud noise broke through the air. Owain looked behind him. The mountain behind them was collecting a huge cloud of dust, almost as though... A humongous rumble sounded from it, and the cloud of dust grew greater in volume. The mountain's side then began to slide down, thundering madly. The mountain was coming down!
Owain then turned around and began to run. Soon enough, Feotheire was at his side, also running at an untold speed. And so they both fled, trying to evade the ever-collapsing mountain as it billowed behind them, neither one daring to look back.

"How in Elliar did it start?!", yelled Feotheire to Owain as they sprinted.

Owain looked briefly over at Feotheire with irritation before turning his attentions frantically ahead of him again. "Feo, do you really think I am thinking of that now?!"

There was no answer, and so the only proof Owain had that Feotheire was still right next to him was the sound of Feotheire's rushed breathing - the only sound audible aside from the roaring of the rockslide behind them.

Owain looked back quickly. The mountain was almost upon them, with only mere yards to span the distance. Owain yelled in warning to Feotheire. Feotheire looked back also, and his face paled when he saw the close vicinity of the landslide. Both Owain and Feotheire - despite their doubtless extreme exhaustion - heaved a huge breath and attempted to run faster.

Owain looked ahead The tree line was coming up close. Soon, they would run out of room to run because the tree line was so thick. And then... Well, Owain shuddered to think of what would be then. How could they avoid it, though? The deafening bellow of the falling rock behind them was not any encouragement to Owain's pondering, to be sure.

Owain looked a little to his side. The trees were already beginning to get thicker. Soon enough, they'd be as thick as armor. Wait. Owain looked more closely at the trees - or, at least, as closely as he could while still running. Once they reached the tree line, those trees would be too thick to run through... but thick enough to walk on.

Owain started heading for one of the trees. He jumped into it and climbed up. He signaled to Feotheire. "Feo!", Owain shouted, hoping Feotheire heard him.

Feotheire glanced over while still moving. His eyes widened in surprise, but nonetheless, he soon also leapt atop the tree with Owain. They both looked back, and on seeing the landslide, hastily scurried into the next tree.

The gaps in between the trees were - as of now - too wide to step over, so Owain and Feotheire jumped. They must have looked quite the ludicrous spectacle, bounding from tree to tree frantically, as an enormous cloud of dust and rock ever grew behind them. Owain grimaced to think of what their father would say... or do.

But they went on, now practically deaf to anything the other found the much-sought breath to say, due to the overpowering raging over their shoulders. The landslide had gotten slower with the short time of its existence, to be sure. But it had, however, also gotten much closer to Owain and Feotheire, due to their pause in climbing the trees. But they were getting to the tree line! Soon, they would be able to regain swiftness and get away from the pursuing mountain.

Then, suddenly, a crack issued from the tree that Owain was in. Owain looked down as he was running, right before the branch he was on gave out beneath him. In a mere split-second, Owain was plummeting to the ground, with branches hurtling above him, and scraping, hitting, and bruising him from every side. After a moment of falling blindly, Owain banged into the ground and his sight went black.

The next thing Owain was aware of was opening his eyes to Feotheire dragging him across the ground quickly. Then Feotheire stopped and looked at Owain.

Owain stood up shakily and pushed Feotheire away. "Feo, we need to go!"

He looked behind him They would be crushed if they sat here dawdling even one moment more. And they had now - because of Owain's clumsy footing - lost their best way of escape. The mountain was still coming... and fast.

Owain started to run, though a pain began to rise in his torso. Soon Feotheire ran up beside him. Owain looked ahead. The tree line was so close... They would have to just navigate their way through as swiftly as possible... and hope that the landslide halted soon.


"What about your fall? You could be injured!", Feotheire yelled to Owain over the rumbling of rocks behind them.

'Could be'?, Owain thought to himself sarcastically as another pang went through his chest.

"I'm fine!", however, was the only reply he gave Feotheire.

The mountain was almost done setting though... The question would be whether Owain and Feotheire would be able to remain out of its path until it did finish settling...

They were so close to the tree ling! They would reach it within seconds. Owain began scanning the tree line for an advantageous point of entry. He looked over at Feotheire. Feotheire seemed to be attempting to do the same thing. In all hopes, they would just make it...

After a moment that seemed like an hour, Owain and Feotheire sprinted up to the front of the tree line. Almost immediately after reaching it, both began to comb it for a good way through. The rockslide  thundered ominously, signaling its approach. Both Owain and Feotheire looked back desperately. In a moment where Owain seemed unable to breathe, the landslide rumbled up in front of them, threatening to crush them, and then halted - quite literally - just at their feet.

A large breath of relief was released sharply from Feotheire. Owain looked over at Feotheire wordlessly. Feotheire met his gaze, also silent, apparently likewise unable to speak.

Feotheire, though, after a moment, seemed to recover, and stepped forward onto the heap of rock before them. Then, as soon as Feotheire's foot touched where the rock had been, it immediately vanished, making Feotheire stumble ahead.

Owain blinked in disbelief. He looked up at the mountain. It was completely pristine. As though absolutely nothing had happened.

Feotheire regained his footing, and stood up next to Owain. He looked up at the mountain as well.

"It's as though... It was never really there...", Feotheire spoke quietly, voicing Owain's own thoughts.

That was almost exactly what it was like... But, then, how could that be...? Unless...

"It wasn't ever really there", Owain said plainly.

Feotheire looked over at Owain and furrowed his brow. Then a look of understanding dawned in his eyes. "Lucyth"

Owain looked over at Feotheire and nodded in affirmation. "Lucyth"
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Well, that's it. :) I hope you liked it! It's from a story I hope to introduce pretty soon. But, anyways, on a different subject, I have some announcements. One of them is the recent birthday of my character, Lord Percy de Blyrwen. On the twenty-fourth, which I meant to blog about, was Percy's birthday. So, happy birthday, Percy! :D
Ahem. Anyways, though, I am also announcing a hiatus. Because I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo this April, I will be on hiatus for the whole of that month. There may be one more post during the last remaining days of March, and then I'm done until May. I might still be answering comments, so feel free to still stop by, but I will have no new posts. This means a pause in Catholicism Explained; The Penning Tournament; Meet The Books!; character interviews; and, if worst comes to worst, even Beautiful People. Sorry! :P However, like I said, I will be back in May, and, depending on the state of Camp NaNo, and how busy I am, I may or may not be able to convince myself to do Beautiful People (because I can never bear to miss out on them!). But, like I said, probably not, so I wouldn't anticipate it or anything. Anyways, Arrivaderci! :)
What did you think of the excerpt? What do you think of Owain and Feotheire? Do you like the way I did the Natural Disaster Challenge? Do I have comrades in wishing Lucy's writing had also appeared? ;) I'm sorry for the hiatus, and I do hope that you folks can forgive the lack of CE that has already started and will continue because of this.