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It took 1 day to write this out since I didn't have some words translated and nothing is in alphabetical order yet. Pardon the smudge on the second line ;u;

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Hey everyone,

I finally published my poetry book!

It's a collection of poems I've done in the past year and a half and had the time to finally put it into a book.

The cover art is a photo I took while I was in Vegas~

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This makes me feel like I need to get back to writing because several of these environments get used throughout the story, and I've considered using even more as well

Non-Boring Environments that need Fantasy Representation

Tropical Rainforests

Scrubland/Dry Forests. For extra effect make them the sort that burn very often; some native plants never germinate until after a fire, and some animals not only rely on fire to smoke out prey, but may even start them themselves.

Savannas/Tropical Grasslands

Temperate Rainforests. I almost didn’t include this bc New Zealand is covered in them, and that’s where they filmed Lord of the Rings. But tbh, no one really knows about them, so it belongs here

Taiga Forests

Barren Tundra, perfect for some extreme seasonal dichotomy

Polar Ice Sheets

Desert-Grasslands (arguably the same as Scrubland but Australia’s good at adding its own twists)

Barren Desert

If you like Cacti, look at American Deserts like the Sonoran

Salt Flats

Soda Lakes and Alkaline Lakes

Madagascar’s Karst Limestone Formations

Madagascar’s Spiny Forests

Madagascar’s Baobab Forests

Madagascar’s Subhumid Forests (Madagascar is cool as hell ok)

Danxia Landforms

Badlands/Mountainous Deserts

Steppes and Highland Prairies

Flood Basalts

Newly-Formed Islands, still rife with Volcanic activity

Now for Underwater Environments, sure Coral Reefs are cool.

But there are SO MANY other kinds of environments for aquatic settings, it’s unbelievable:

Seaside Cliffs

Archipelagos. Not just Tropical Island chains like Polynesia (Moana anyone?) but also Coldwater Archipelagos like the Aleutians.

Tidal Flats

Bayous/Cypress Swamps

Tropical River Basins, AKA Seasonally Flooded Rainforests

Mangrove Swamps/Deltas/Beaches

Kelp Forests

The Open Ocean

Coastal Seabeds

Rocky Beaches with Tidepools

And there are a LOT more I could name but this post is already obscenely long as is, if you’d like to toss in your own go right ahead, but my point is if you limit yourself to European Deciduous Forests you’re a wimp.

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is it true you are actually several weasels in a large coat?

No, I'm five car salesmen in a very large trench coat with a top hat and a boom box

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Weight of World

The weight of the world is easier to bare when you know how many are expected to hold it up.

Though heavy alone, it's lighter than air when you know you're the only one lifting.

But it's too much, too solid, too overbearing when the world was supposed to be held up by others and not just you.

Your world will collapse, shatter, bend, and break.

And only then, will you have yourself to blame.

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It was a hot Tuesday afternoon and Ben was thirsty as hell.

He had been working outside with his son, trying to teach the kid how to do basic yard maintenance (something he believes most kids his son's age will be horrible at)

The yard work had been tedious and his son's nagging about it didn't help. He decided it would be a good time to break for refreshments after his son had finally figured out how to properly hold the weed eater.

Ben had been having a craving for coke, something his wife banned from the house along with junk food. He was in luck today, his wife was out of town and she wouldn't be back till next week.

He was going to have his damn coke and then some.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get some coke. Do you want anything," he hollard at his son.

"Yeah, anything mom won't let us eat," he replied.

Ben laughed. He was going to stock up.

The convenience store Ben entered was cold and welcoming. It smelled like gasoline and overcooked hotdogs.

The chips and candy shelves looked like long lost friends and oh, oh the sweet sweet soda fridge.

Ben marched back and grabbed bottle after bottle of coke until he couldn't fit anymore in his arms.

He'd get the junk food next time.

He quickly and awkwardly walked to the register and plopped the bottles down.

The man rings up one after another, in the end he had brought up 14 bottles.

"Alright sir, that'll be $36.84. Cash or card," the man at the register asked.

Ben pulls out his card and hands it over.

The cashier runs the card and hands it back with a receipt.

"Thank you for shopping with us," the cashier said.

Ben nodded his head, but before he could get out of the door with his boon the cashier says,

"Have a nice day Yolanda."

NEW GAME FOR WRITERS

You go into a store and grab a coke product. Name on the bottle is now your main character. Write a blurb, a bit of story, or whatever. GO!

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The Doe’s Cry

I arise each evening

In the light of the moon,

The radiance of the Mother.

I am warmed by hearth fire.

And caressed by a breeze

Carrying the salt of the sea.

I dig roots like grandmother

And ask the Goddess to bless me.

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Disaster kids and their disaster parents/guardians try to figure out what's going on with the murder mountain that keeps destroying countries while they also deal with fairies, a shapeshifting talking wolf, and emotions!

The worse the explanation, the better.

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Xanala “It’s sad that the most prominent memories are usually our worst ones. It’s even sadder when they’re the only ones you think you have.”

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Complications

Why do we complicate things so often?

Things that should be easy to do and say,

Things that are apart of our everyday.

Why is it so hard to say I love you

Or to say thanks.

Why is it so hard to do what's right,

And in the right place?

Is it because we've lost faith and trust?

Is it because we were conditioned and taught?

To complicate our lives and fates

With expectations and hate.

To drown our own emotions,

Till we're mentally stale.

Can't we make things easy?

Can't we say sorry?

Can't we act on love instead of hate?

Can't we undo what we've learned?

Can't we rewrite our fate?

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F*** it

Disconnected.

Apathetic.

Unrelatable.

Emotionally unavailable.

I'm not all here.

Socially unacceptable.

Too tired to care.

Too done with the world.

It's the same story,

Different day.

Why bother with

What people say?

No one can effect you

Unless you let them.

No one's going to mind

What they say.

So sometimes you gotta say

Fuck it and go about your way.

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In actuality,

If we think how others think,

We lose individuality.

If we look how others look,

We lose originality.

And if we live how others live,

We lose personality.

But if we dream of peace like others dream of peace,

We'll gain a better mentality.

If we can work together like others work together.

Then we'll gain hospitality.

If we can do what's right like others do what's right,

Then maybe we'll have a better reality

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Price of life

You pay for every action you take

You pay for every word you speak

Truth or lie

The price you pay is either low or high

The price is always what keeps you alive

Whether it is from the truth or a lie

People will come and go

Jobs will thin and grow

Money will come in and out

Sanity will turn about

But this is what you receive

From the price you pay

Truths and lies

Weighed by the days

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Brain dead

I feel brain dead

No thoughts in my head

Everything is numb

I feel brain dead

Like tv static

Running on empty

No means, no feelings

I feel brain dead.

The lights are off

And nobody's home

The white flag's up

But I'm all alone.

I'm not asleep

And I'm not awake

My brain got fried, grilled, and baked.

So now I'm brain dead.

No one's upstairs

The office is closed.

It's been discontinued

Declined and cancled

Went out of business

My brain got repo'ed.

Because I'm brain dead.

Yup, nothing going on in this head.

Not a thought.

Not an epiphany.

Just silence in me.

Nothing no more in my brain.

Lack of sane or insane.

Empty mind, empty head.

All because I'm brain dead.

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Chronicle’s Knights: Prologue part 2

Prologue part 2

Osentana backed away from her fellow seer in disbelief. She could not believe what she just heard, it couldn't be true.

“You're jesting, right? This is another one of your cryptic messages that I don't understand right?” she said, her breath ragged.

Eldria grabbed hold of her while she was still shaken with fear and confusion.

“Listen to me, Osentana, my dear friend. You must make haste while there is still time. Prince Delran is planning something I dare not speak about. You cannot be here for it, I cannot assure your survival if you stay. You must leave now.” she stressed, shoving Osentana towards the stairs.

“But what about-”

“I'll be fine, I can take care of myself. As long as I play the part and act as if I'm still fully on his side then I shall prevail. Now hurry, there won't be much time before it all begins! Now go!” Eldria whispered with a hiss.

The night seer had no idea what to make of this but when she turned around and saw Eldria holding back her tears through a coy smile, she knew she needed to get out as quickly a possible.

Osentana fought through the crowds of politicians that were arguing about Gandeli and Welanri still, a trifling matter it felt like now.

As she slipped through one group, she could feel the watchful gaze of the prince on her. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at him for just a moment. It was a grave mistake. His eyes were hazed over as they met her's. He gave a swift and short wave with his hand before standing up. Osentana quickly turned tail and weaved her way through the rest of the crowd to the doors and bolted out of the meeting hall. She ran as swiftly as she could in the pouring rain. The castle gardens were eerie as she passed through them, unusually calm and still in the relentless downfall.

But she was determined to flee the castle grounds before whatever unspeakable events were about to unfold.

With her dress heavy from the storm, she had no choice but to slow down.

The garden grass was starting to thin into stones and pavement and eventually the bridge.

She hustled as quickly as she could to the entry but was stopped by a group of castle guards before she reached it.

The guards each drew their swords and directed the ends towards her.

“What do you think you're doing? Do you not know who I am?” she inquired with great insult.

“Seer Osentana Mierel, night seer of Sensem. Under new orders you are either to be banished from castle grounds or captured and imprisoned. I would suggest the latter of the two ma'am.” the guard said, sympathizing with her situation.

Before she could answer though, a flash of lightning disturbed the two parties.

A man with long earthy brown hair and terrifyingly green eyes appeared from behind the guards.

His presence made them quiver in their boots while a couple just dropped their swords and ran.

“I would like a very detailed explanation as to why your blades are pointed at my dear sister.” he asked, raising his left hand up and flicking it to summon more lightning.

Three of the guards that were left lifted their blades at him and recited what they had told Osentana.

“New orders you say? And who was the one who ordered this against my sister and I?” he hissed.

Osentana quickly intervened before her brother got enraged enough to electrocute everyone.

“This is prince Delran's doing. If what Eldria was hinting at is what I think it is, then he is planning a coup.” she explained, coming in between the guards and her brother.

With his lightning still in hand he redirected it towards the ground in rage.

“Dammit all to hell! Wait till I strangle that bastard!” he growled.

“Strangle? No, you wouldn't strangle anyone Ardoren. No, you'd set their toes ablaze as you would slowly steal their breath from them. That seems more like your style.” a snarky voice said.

It was Devatah, a knight that served the dying king and an old friend of Osentana's brother. He had blood staining his jacket and vest. His sword was drenched and dripping as he sauntered forth.

“Devatah? What are you-”

“No time for tea and talk lass. Ardoren, it's just as you guessed. You need to take your sister and get out of here. Parn'de is at the other side of the bridge. Once you get there he's going to take over. She'll be safe.” Devatah directed, cleaning his sword off with his jacket sleeve.

Ardoren and Osentana both look at him grimly before they're interrupted by an appalling scream that would make anyone's ears bleed.

“Go now! It's already started!” he yelled.

The mage scooped up his sister and teleported themselves halfway. He set her down and with a heavy heart and embraced her in his arms.

“Hell has come knocking on the doors of Sensem. Someone's got to be there to answer the call.”Ardoren laughed

He then pushed his sister away with great force, knocking her to the ground. As she looked back up at her older brother she saw that he had created a force field, blocking her and anyone else from passing into the castle.

Ardoren smiled back at his sister one last time before teleporting back to the castle grounds.

“No!” Osentana screamed as she stood back up.

She ran towards the force field and pounded her fists against the arcane wall. She knew it was no use, but her emotions had gotten in the way of her logic.

“No! No! No!” she yelled out once more.

A blood curdling screech tore through the air then, muting her cries.

The echoes of a far off skirmish flooded her ears.

She could see lightening and flames from a distance, what she could only guess was the handiwork of her brother and Devatah.

Osentana collapsed back onto the ground, sinking into the puddles that had formed on the bridge.

Her eyes became fixated to a place she could no longer see. She silently cursed the third prince and his followers

“Damn them..damn them!” she cried.

“Osentana?! Osentana is that you?” A voice whispered.

The night seer turned around to see a silhouette of a tall figure. She squinted her eyes, not that it helped since her vision was already blurred from tears and rain. Nervous that it could be anyone she scooted back until she was up against the force field.

“Who..Parn'de..Are you Parn'de?” she asked, quietly as the stranger did.

The figure jumped out of the shadows and to her side.

“Oh thank the nine heavens I found you.” he sighed as he pulled down his white hood revealing his face.

She was relieved that it was in fact him.

There was no one else in Sensem who was an Arugadan with his dark tan skin. Even dressed as a Sensemite he stood out like a sore thumb.

“Parn'de we need to get Ardoren and Devatah out of there, there's no time, we have to-”

The Arugadan interrupted her, placing his hand over her mouth.

“I need to get you out of here. I made a promise to your brother and to that mongrel that if matters got too out of hand that I would be the one to get you out. I am after all much more agile and quick on my feet then those castle brutes.” Parn'de said as he took his hand away.

Osentana screwed her face with discontent.

“Listen, even if you don't like the idea of being looked after I still have a deal to uphold. So even without your permission, I am getting you out of here.” he added before grabbing hold of the seer and picking her up.

She flung around in his arms, protesting him as he ran down the bridge. Osentana swore at him, insulting him and his loyalty to his friends, but he was steadfast and kept going until they met a roadblock.

Several units of soldiers were slowly coming towards them. Each man and woman had a hollow look in their eyes, a look only the dead wear.

Parn'de set down Osentana and then drew his short swords.

“Stay here, be absolutely still. Don't move unless I tell you to and when I do, run, run like you very life depends on it. No, run because your very life will depend on it.” he said to her.

The soldiers had already begun to pick up their pace when Parn'de drew his swords, but when he ran right at them they all went into a frenzy.

The Arugadan was jumping from one to another with maddening speed, slashing them down at ease. But it was not enough.

For every soldier he knocked out, another would rise and take their place.

There was no end to it and Parn'de was starting to see that. He knew he had to act fast, he knew he had to clear a way for Osentana to escape, but how?

He looked back at the seer and then towards the main street that the bridge led to.

As another soldier stood back up and attacked him, he realized what he now had to do.

“Osentana! Run! Run to the streets and don't look back!” Parn'de yelled.

The seer took off without hesitation, carrying her rain soaked dress in her hands. She was terrified that she would be running straight towards the soldiers, but she trusted Parn'de as much as she was enraged at him.

As she got closer to the action, the Arugadan turned around and hollered at the soldiers before he took off in the direction she just came from.

The soldiers took to chasing him, ignoring Osentana as she ran towards the streets. She dared not to look back or even at the soldiers, she was too terrified.

Run, I have to keep running, she thought. Her fully blackened eyes were quivering and twitching, threatened with tears.

“I can't stop, I have to keep going,” she whimpered as she slowed down, finally reaching the main street.

Another inhuman screech shot through the skies, followed by what one could only imagine as the sounds of a soldiers last cry.

Too emotionally drained to run anymore, Osentana fell to the pavement and screamed.

She had no idea what was going on, why her brother and their friends and her were being attacked. They had been nothing but loyal to the royal family and to the people of Sensem.

So why? Why is this happening, she thought as she screamed once more.

“Damn you, you cursed prince Delran! And damn you Sensem!”

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Chronicle’s Knights: Prologue part 1

Pt. 1

It is common knowledge to every citizen of Sensem that their beloved king is dying. A king who fought to neutralize his country during days of war.

He made a pact with the Gandeli kingdom of the far north that they are not to touch nor wage war with the peaceful lands of Sensem.

The contract was signed and from the days of the king's youth to his death bed, the agreement was respectively met.

But not all saw it that way. The king had three sons, two of which never had agreed with one another.

The eldest prince, Trudanen, always thought that the Gandeli wanted more than just peace from his beloved country and would argue for days with his father about the matter.

The third prince, Delran, had thought that matters between Sensem and Gandeli were just fine and would often come to his father's defense when his eldest brother got out of line.

But the second prince, Gadenhri, believed both were right and both were wrong. He did agree with his older brother that matters with Gandeli would not always stay peaceful. He also believed that the peace in Sensem was well earned by their father and for the time being they shouldn't concern themselves with what may or may not come to pass.

However, the Great Council of Sensem was not going to sit and wait for things to work themselves out. Especially since Gandeli just attacked the trade country of Welanri, east of Sensem.

Welanri had always served well as the medium of trade between major countries of the north and east coast. The council believes that if Gandeli is capable of setting ablaze an entire country in a few days with no warning, then they are too volatile to remain on neutral terms with.

That is why tonight they hold a meeting before the royal seers of Sensem. The only two who can see the past and the future of what has been and what will be.

“We cannot ignore Gandeli for much longer! Did you not hear what those barbarians did to Welanri!?” the prime minister barked, riling up every member of the council.

“What do you suggest then? Raise an army?” a city senator snarled.

“Are you mad? That's suicide! We would be crushed before we had any forces raised to fight them. Have you not heard what they did? Those Gandeliens are monsters. They know no such thing as mercy, especially those dark mages. They’ve become too powerful in these past years and now they’re out to conquer. Welanri had the second best military forces on this continent and look at them now! If we don’t act accordingly, our heads could be next.” a military captain stressed.

The room went silent, everyone thinking about what to do and what to say. All that is aside from the seers. The seers who sat high above everyone else, observing the panic below. But they too had matters they were discussing, other very important matters.

Seers Osentana and Eldria, the seer of night and the seer of day were speaking of the bed ridden king who they speculated did not have much time left.

“It has gone quiet down below. You think that they're pondering the impossible?” Eldria asked, twirling her curly ebony locks around her finger.

“They were discussing about Welanri and Gandeli. Dear Eldria I wish you would take these meetings more seriously.” Osentana answered, annoyed at her senior seer's behavior.

Eldria rolled her eyes and tugged on the long golden hair of the night seer.

“Eldria please, first you speak of the king's coming death as if it were nothing and now you..you merely are annoyed with this meeting that holds such importance for the future of this country!” Osentana hissed as she gave her senior a look of disgust.

“Dear young naive Osentana, there is nothing we can do for those poor souls down there. Sure you can tell them what really happened, again and again, but that won't change the fact that it did happen. And I can tell them one or two possibilities of what would happen if they did this or that, but the future has an infinite amount of possibilities. No amount of seriousness will change anything. Politics is best left for the politicians. We are merely servants who are serving our country. Do not forget who and what you are my dear.” Eldria lectured her, harshly punctuating the fact that there is nothing either of them could do.

The council started to pick up in volume once more. Members slowly starting to divide as they thought their ideas were more suited to the safety and well being of Sensem.

Captains and Senators were arguing over building up defenses. The prime minister was barking at the minister of the right to speak up of his opinions. Madness was erupting at every corner.

“Shouldn't we calm them down?” Osentana asked, her blackened eyes widening at the sheer insanity going on down on the floor.

Eldria gave the masses below a cold stare with her blue and yellow eyes. Pondering deep in her thoughts.

“Let them keep at it. I think they'll find very soon that they'll be left utterly speechless.” she chimed, grinning suspiciously to her fellow seer.

Osentana was never fond of Eldria's vague and condescending answers. In fact she never cared for the cryptic way her senior spoke, always speaking about the matters of the future as if it was something to jest about.

But Osentana also knew her place, she was a night seer, a seer who has served only two years while Eldria has served ten. The day seer has seniority thus has the final say in both of their actions.

So the night seer waits.

“I say we send defensive troops to the borders. We have enough men, let's go with it already!” the captain of the royal guard proclaimed.

“What would a castle guard know? No, I say we send scouts to Welanri and have them bring back information. Lets see what those Gandeliens are actually capable of!” the prime minister argues, raising his wrinkly fist.

“And I say-”

The large doors to the Great Council fly open, silencing every suggestion that was spoken.

At the door stood the third prince, Delran. He was draped in a dark red cloak that fell heavily on his shoulders. His curly orange hair was drenched from the rain that was falling over Sensem on this grim night.

The expression that was upon his face was solid and chilling, none dared to even breath.

“Good evening, ministers, senators, and other gracious members of the Great Council.” he said with false sincerity.

The prime minister was about to speak up when the prince looked his way with a shrewd sarcastic tilt of his head.

“My my my, how strangely quiet it is in here. I was sure that I heard quite the commotion when I was at the doors. Is there any reason why you've all gone so silent?”Prince Delran pressed.

The seer Eldria stood from her seat and glided all the way down the stairs and to the speaker's floor.

She curtsied to the youngest prince, grinning warily at him.

“Your majesty.” she said with an unusually calm tone.

“Lady Eldria. I trust that you can tell me what these traitors are speaking of?” he asked her.

The entire council exploded at the prince's remark.

“T..Tr..Tra..Traitors! Prince Delran how can you even come to think that we are traitors? The very idea that we are is in itself insane!” the prime minister stuttered and screeched, his old round face growing red in anger.

For the first time that night the entire council came together and protested the prince's insult towards them.

“Then if you are not traitors I am certain you can tell me what it was that you were discussing with such fervor. Unless you want the lady Eldria to tell me for you fine ladies and gentlemen?” prince Delran said, taunting the council with his proposal.

It was well known that the third prince had a disdain hatred for the Great Council since they took his eldest brother's side on practically every matter. But right now, they new the third prince had the upper hand over them with the eldest prince currently away and the second prince missing after he was sent to inspect the port of Tulvur.

“We..we..Us, as in the council, including myself. We uh, we were talking about.. you see, we just heard that.. uh, um-”

“They were discussing where Sensem stands with Gandeli since the attack on Welanri.” Eldria claimed, interrupting the minister to the right.

He gave her a nervous look before she said, “I'm sorry minister, but his majesty's time cannot be wasted by hesitation.”

Prince Delran looked pleased at Eldria's quick response.

“Discussing where Sensem stands with Gandeli? I'm certain Trudanen would love to be here for this. Alas he's away on a working holiday. But I'm here, and I am very curious as to know what the majority here thinks of Where Sensem stands with Gandeli.” He growled, eyeing each member of the council with unknown intent.

Eldria looked to the third prince, awaiting for his eyes to drift to her.

He catches her eyes in his, there's a moment between them, something that needs no words.

The seer curtsied to her prince once more and implored him, “Is there anything else you might need your majesty?”

Prince Delran's hazy dark blue eyes fan over the council and up to the high seats where Osentana had been sitting quietly. He glared at her for a few seconds before looking back down at Eldria.

“Nothing more is needed of you seer. I thank you once again for your undying loyalty towards the royal family. Your deeds tonight have been noted.” prince Delran sighed, waving her away back to her seat.

The entire room was still in a disarray at the prince's entrance and accusation of their treachery. Not one council member still dared to speak though.

The prince however found this quite amusing. He sauntered over to his usual bench, throwing a leg over his other, and grinning at the masses of senators and ministers.

“Gentlemen, ladies, please continue as you were. My only wish is to hear the concerns of the masses. To fully understand the inner turmoil that haunts the hearts of the highest citizens of Sensem. Please, with all due respect, continue.” he taunted, enjoying how each word seemed to strike a different fear as he spoke it.

The council stammered for a few minutes, trying to agree with one another on what to safely discuss.

It was all too amusing for the prince, but Osentana found nothing entertaining about his methods.

“He shouldn't be allowed to come in here like that and make a scene like he did. It's uncouth and unethical. It's no wonder the council never invites him to these meetings.” Osentana sneered, complaining to the day seer as she came up the stairs.

“Take care what you say, young one. I'll excuse your impudent remark just this once because you are naive, but a second time I will have you reprimanded. Prince Delran knows that the second the country of Sensem acts in anyway against the agreement with Gandeli that we are all as good as dead. Our king had struggled in the past to get them to even consider making a peace pact, but he did it. It was hard earned. Those who consider that Gandeli would strike us now of all the times are nothing more than fools. As long as we go by the agreement we will remain safe.” Eldria said, scolding the night seer.

Osentana found no comfort in her fellow seer's words, only coldness and apathy.

She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat to where she was looking away from Eldria.

The day seer sighed as she grabbed a handful of Osentana's hair and began to braid it.

“My dear dear friend. I know you must be having mixed emotions right now. Your home country was just destroyed after all, but wasn't it the same country that expelled you, your brother, and Devatah? Is not the country that exiled all their mages and unbound knights burnt to the ground. Is there no feelings of being avenged within you?” she asked Osentana with a sharp dark giddy tone in her voice.

Without a moments notice, Osentana wiped around and swatted Eldria's hand from her hair.

A look of pain and anger played onto the night seers face.

“What are you saying? Lady Eldria, of all the maddening cryptic things you have said to me this is by far the most insane! You speak as if I should be glad that my home country is nothing more than ashes and rubble now! You even dare to say that I should feel avenged!” Osentana snapped, her fists quivered in rage.

Eldria did not reply to her. She simply looked down, down and over to prince Delran.

Osentana did not take kindly to being ignored by her senior and stood up.

“You're either regretting what you have said or you have no remorse for it slipping out. Whatever the case may be, I cannot just sit here and watch the world play out before me.” She said as she went to and stood before Eldria.

The day seer sighed, almost annoyed, “And what would you do? Your only skill is relaying the images of the past. You have no talent in commanding an army, no abilities like your mage brother, or any experience in leading the masses. What would you do?”

“Anything it took.” she replied.

Eldria found her response humorous but did her best to hide it. However her best wasn't enough.

“Anything it took? Do you know what that anything would be for? Where are you putting it towards? You act as if the world is simple and matters of different views and the way things are for others can be changed so easily. Nothing is ever easy. You will come to understand that one day. Just as my child is coming to understand that..” Eldria jeered, looking away from Osentana when she finished speaking.

There was some silence and then a light gasp escaped the night seer.

“Child? You have a child?” she asked, highly confused.

“Yes, I have a child. A daughter.” Eldria coughed, still looking away.

“Why haven't you ever told me you had a child? Is the father someone of higher birth than you, is that why you haven't announced her existence?” Osentana asked, distracted by the mentioning of her senior’s child.

The day seer finally looked back at Osentana, her face filled with a tinge of shame as she nodded her head.

“My dear daughter, is the bastard child of a very high ranking member of our society. He knows she is his, he said he will want her eventually but not now. She wouldn't be safe if it was known that he is the father, people wouldn't like the idea that he has a heiress. He made a bargain that if I did not speak a word of her heritage that he would accept her as his rightful predecessor and make me his lawful wife, although I’m not interested in either happening.” Eldria admitted with a cold bitter sweet expression.

Osentana bent down and gave the day seer a much needed hug.

“I had no idea that you were going through this. Why didn't you tell me? Are we not friends, both seers and those of the eyes?” Osentana smiled, hugging her dear friend even tighter.

Eldria laughed as she sunk into Osentana's arm, “Oh my dear sweet friend. So young and naive. I couldn't bring myself to tell you, I didn't want to say anything because of who the father is. I know in my heart of hearts how this is going to play out if I do. But even so, since there's still time… I hope one day you’ll forgive me, and if not, I hope you’ll at the very least understand.”

The day seer pulls away from Osentana's embrace and looks her in the eye.

“It was no noble, no minister, nor a senator that sired my child. The third prince Delran Sensem is the father of my daughter. He is the one who is pulling all the strings right now.” she confessed, anger swelling up in her face.

[stories-by-peytongen]

Kristan Valgard “You can’t trust me, I can’t even trust myself. But believe me when I say this, I’m the last person you want as an enemy.”