Thanks you guys o.o ...
I'm gonna stream a few chapters of Pride and Prejudice tonight, in half and hour: 5pm EST/10pm GMT 0. Come watch, it's gonna be super funnnnnnnnnnnn. Also, if you don't like Jane Austen or Classic literature: Link in the badass Jane Austen gif.
I was on tumblr, and I wasn't like doing anythign else except sending an e-mail, and then this happened: Is it a virus, or what?? I don't understand and there's 5 of them. Can someone help me? I don't know what to do ... and I'm interested to know for future referance.
So, I thought this might be an interesting discussion, and I thought it best to have it here, with so many fine writers here. Do you like to listen to music while you write. I find it helps me focus and I because I'm a musician too, I like to type along to the beat of the piece/song xD. I prefer to listen to classical music or folk music when I write, although I've started listening to Anime OSTs / Game OSTs and stuff. The varying pace, and the fact that often these don't have any words to distract me, helps me to focus on writing. So, yeah, anyone else listen to music while writing? Feel free to give some examples too, I'll post some here :D. - Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E minor - Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto in C minor - Bruch Violin Concerto in G minor - Dvorak's New World Symphone in E minor - Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST - Bakemonogatari OST - Homestuck Music (all of it) - So many sweet folk music things I randomly put on my spotify playlist. As a side-note, I'd definately reccomend Spotify for claffical music, because there's such a big selection, you can get around the "5 listens per track" rule for free, and premium is pretty cheap for what you get.
So, yeah. This just came out on the 10th, it's the fourth book by the author John Green, one of the Vlogbrothers, a pair of nerdy brothers who make youtube videos and stuff. He's a really good writer for young adults, and I just started reading this book. Not finished it yet, but here's my first impressions: Spoiler: the plot so far I guess So, Hazel Grace Lancaster is a 16 (I think) year old girl who has terminal cancer, and stuff. She meets and becomes smitten with a boy named Augustus Waters, and goes to his house, and that's about ti so far LOL Spoiler: my impressions thus far I'm really enjoying the book so far, it feels liek they are really people my age who are talking which is very refreshing, also, the Snark-o-meter is at very high, which is great because I love sarcasm and irony. However, I'm owrried that the book is going to end tragically ;__; I'll update this once I have finished reading it, but yeah, I other poeple are reading/have read this, and i look forward to talking about it with you ^^.
So, since I signed up for the worm, I thought I'd have a little try at making a sig to try to get back into graphics. Spoiler URUSAI!! CnC appreciated ... but please bare in mind that I've not done graphics ... in a long time. I wasn't that good at them when I did them anyways ^///^;;;.
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Welp, this is a thing that happened. I figured I should probably do this ... and I have something to share, so yeah ^^. Compositions/Arramgements: Goodnight Lavander Town Violin: Piano:
Because all of the cool kids are doing it, I thought I would write a KHV story. Enjoy, though It's nothign compared to Carnival and Cascade. Spoiler: Chapter I Chapter I The girl stared up at the sunset sky, the orange and blue hues, seemingly disparate, blending into each other like a river to the sea. A light breeze played around her long black hair. She closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her alabaster cheek, and turned around. To face the ghostly, incorporeal panel of light that was behind her. Do you wish to proceed? [Y/N] | Her finger paused in front of the spectral keyboard in front of her, shaking as she summed up the will to press the key. She knew her decision would change her life forever, either for good or ill, depending on her choice. Her finger began to descend on the key. “Sabby! Stop!†*** The boy jerked open his grey-blue eyes, his hair tousled up by a night’s sleep. He looked over to his alarm clock which was emanating a raucous dissonance. He slammed his arm down on it frustrated, angered that once again the night had passed without him seeming to find any repose in his sleep. He looked over to the time on the clock, then realised he could not see. Sighing indignantly, he snatched his ever present pair of glasses from his nightstand and put them on. The clock displayed half past seven. He groaned as he got out of bed, dazed slightly as his semi-circular canals rebelled from the sudden movement. He made a mental note to start showering in the mornings as the ends of his long hair were still damp from the night before when he had showered before sleeping. After brushing his teeth, among other things, he dressed. He looked out of the window. It was a brisk, but chilly looking morning at the interface between autumn and winter, the frost and condensation on the bottom of the window a clear indication that is was “bloody freezingâ€. He donned a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and a long sleeved jumper. After this, he elected to choose a long scarf from one of his drawers and twine it around his neck. He then pocketed his MP3 player (slinging his headphones around his neck), wallet, phone and one other interesting artifact into his jeans. After doing so, he retrieved a key from his computer desk, left the room and locked the door behind him. As the pale skinned boy walked down the hallway towards the stairs out of the apartment complex, he stopped at one of the tall windows to look out onto the courtyard below. It seemed a distant dream since he had first looked upon the tall buildings and bustling streets of the city. He remembered all too well his first forays into netcraft, shuddering at the awkwardness he had displayed. He heard a door open down the hallway, which snapped him out of his reverie, followed by a thump and a loud curse. The boy sighed, recognising the voice, and turned around. Half in and half out of a doorway was another young man, a little older. His short black hair and the back of his purple t-shirt were all that he could see, aside from both of his hands outstretched in front of him, cradling a small purple fruit. “Need a bit of help there bro?†the boy asked, a wry smile appearing on his face. “Just ... gimme a minute, it’s kinda comfy here ... I might ... just†“This is no time to be sleeping Plums; we have to get to class! RvR said he’d “tan our hides†if we were late againâ€, the boy rebutted. “Jus’ gimme five minutes Claw ...†Plums moaned. Claw sighed, and reached into his pocked, pulling out the small object he had put in there along with his mundane belongings. It was a small, turquoise orb. He held it in from of him and dropped it. It hovered momentarily in the air, before flashing and turning into an incandescent keyboard of the same colour, with a small display screen. Awaken, Claw typed. Do you wish to proceed? [Y/N] |, the screen displayed in reply. Y, Claw typed, and pressed the enter key on the glowing keyboard. The whole terminal vanished, replaced with an arrow of light. Claw snapped his fingers and the dart streaked towards Plums. At once, Plums opened his eyes, and pulled himself off of the floor, sitting cross-legged on the hallway’s deep blue carpet, the plum now in only one hand. “How long was I out ... I feel totally rested for some reason.†Claw sighed, and put a palm to his face. “You were only “out†for about 30 seconds, broâ€, he chuckled. “I had to wake you up with netcraft. I’d bet money on the fact that you tied your laces together again.†Plums looked incredulous at this, but sure enough he had. He blushed, and then went about correcting his mistake. A few minutes later, they were both standing in the courtyard outside of the apartment complex. It was now 8:15. “I hope there isn’t any traffic again todayâ€, Plums muttered. “Well, if we’re late because of traffic, I don’t think RvR’ll mind.†Claw said cheerfully, “Shall you do the honours, or shall I?†“You do it ... I can’t be bothered†Claw opened the Turquoise ghost-terminal again. Transport: Claw && Plums @ Apartments Sector 549 => Campus 4 ~ hyper Do you wish to proceed? [Y/N] | Y. A white and turquoise door appeared where the terminal had been. “Ladies first,†Plums smirked. “Men just beforeâ€, Claw rebutted, smiling as he stepped into the portal. As they stepped though the door, they found themselves in a small white and turquoise carriage of what looked to be a bus or train. They took seats opposite each other, and the door closed behind them, separating them from the tangible world. The windows displayed not landmarks and scenery, but streams of 1s and 0s of various colours zooming in various directions. A clock above where the door had been said “ETA 8:45 - 0%â€. Claw retrieved his MP3 player and phone from his pocket, put his headphones in his ears and began tweeting, tumbling and other various things. Plums retrieved a book from the satchel he was carrying on his shoulder, and started reading. They continued in this manner for the majority of the trip, occasionally remarking to each other on recent activity in the city, or the latest update of Homestuck, a product of the neighbouring MSPA city. Suddenly, everything went black as pitch. The turquoise colours of the carriage turned blood red and the walls and seats around them dissolved, causing the two to fall onto the ground, leaving them in an eerie, sanguine landscape. An alarm began to sound loudly in the abyss. “Warning, warning, Bots detectedâ€. Claw jumped up from where he had been, and summoned the mote from before. Plums did similarly with one of purple. “Ready?†Claw asked “Alwaysâ€, Plums replied. In unison, they summoned their spectral keyboards and typed one command: Summon Weapon. Do you wish to proceed? [Y/N] | Y. Both terminals vanished in a flash of teal and lavender light. In front of Claw, there appeared a blue and white staff with intricate scrollwork depicting lightning, clouds and gears. In front of Plums, there appeared a boomerang depicting vines and what looked to be speech bubbles with multiple, interconnecting speaker lines. Out of the sanguine abyss, shambled three silver like forms – like a Dusk, but more angular with bony protrusions from arms and legs, and back-facing joints in the legs like a canine. “Haste!†Claw shouted, snatching the staff out of the air in from of him, and he felt time around him and Plums slow down, as the spell took effect, causing himself and Plums to appear to have increased speed. The bots began to, run towards them, at what would appear to be a breakneck speed if not for the spell Claw had cast. You ready? Claw felt Plums speak into his mind. Stop speaking into my brain, I’m right here, Claw laughed inwardly, But yes. I’ll set ‘em up, you knock ‘em down. “STOP!†Claw shouted as he spun his staff around several times. The creatures slowed slightly, and then stopped altogether. Claw crouched on the ground, using his staff as support as the strain of keeping the spell up drained him. Now Plums, I can’t keep maintain it for very long! Okay bro! Plums raised his hand in front of his boomerang, as if to take it as Claw had done, but the with a flick of his wrist, it streaked off, spinning towards the immobile bots. It then circled the three of them four times, while leaving behind a trail of durians, watermelons and pineapples. Then, as the boomerang whipped back toward Plums, it slowed in front of his arm again, and simultaneously Claw released the spell. The bots cried out, a horrible, metallic screech, a cross between static and the scrape of metal on glass. The two males gritted their teeth at the sound, and then looked back towards where the bots had been standing. One had been killed, and was beginning to fade, the others had gashes, and cuts from the fruit, and were covered in the sticky juices. They regained their composure and began to run towards the duo, their arms crackling with black lightning. Shall I finish those two off? Claw asked. Go on ahead; that attack cost me a bit of energy. Claw stood up once again using the staff as a crutch to gain purchase on the ground, and then held it in front of him once again. It began to glow with silver light, as motes of blue and white began to spin around it. After a few seconds, the hounds drawing ever closer, Claw pointed the staff towards them and shouted “Aero!†They were trapped once again, this time by tendrils of air, which billowed out of the staff and made Claw’s hair and clothes billow in the wind. They began tearing at the cords, trying to weaken them with their lightning claws and teeth. Claw raised the staff again, air currents billowing beneath him as he began to hover into the air. He swung the staff in one huge arc, and it began crackling with blue energy. Another swing and a dark cloud appeared over the bots, which began scrambling once again against their bonds, but to no avail. “Raijin!†Claw shouted, as he swung the staff one final time down from the clouds to the bots, the swing carrying over into a somersault. A flash of blue energy blinked in the crimson expanse, before, moments later, a clash of deafening thunder sounded in the void, silencing the screams of the bots as their metal bodies rebelled against the surge of electro-static energy. They began to crack and splinter in odd patterns and finally dissolved into dust, which faded from existence, as did the one killed by Plums' fruit attack. All was silent. Claw felt the air currents keeping him afloat subside as he gently lowered to the ground. He dismissed the staff, transforming it into the orb form once again, and pocketing it. He looked at Plums for a second and grinned. Then, he felt his strength leave him and his knees gave way, causing him to slump onto the floor with a dull thud. Plums ran forward and knelt beside him, a concerned look in his eye. “You over-worked yourself Broâ€. Plums murmured in his ear. “Just ... gimme a minute, it’s kinda comfy here ... I might ... just-“but it was never specified what he would do, as he passed out on the floor, and everything faded into comforting darkness. Thanks very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I will be writing a glossary of terms everntually, so anythign you're confused about, I can probably explain. COmment and Criticism are always welcom, as per da rulez. Once again, thanks for reading. UPDATE: Glossary now up: Spoiler: The Almanac KHV: Continuum ~ Almanac The World: Imagine that the internet were instead of being websites, were in fact cities and towns. KHV is one such city, existing on the borders between reality, fantasy and technology. Netcraft: Netcraft is the internet’s equivalent to magic. It can take many forms, but most commonly it takes the form of consoles or terminals. Consoles/Terminals: These are static, mundane computer-like terminals. Most people have one in their house/apartment, and there are many in the streets of KHV. These allow limited access to commands, as well as the Internet itself, a connection of these terminals throughout the world. They are not portable, as there are many in the streets. Ordinary members and Premium members can access these at any time and make small manipulations to the world around them, creating rooms or buildings (called threads) in the city to use to hold discussions about various matters. The names are interchangeable. Holo-Consoles/Interminals: These are highly portable, multi-purpose consoles/terminals, commonly refered to as “holosâ€. One can gain one in multiple ways: 1. Becoming a staff member on KHV or a similar site. Access to these is non-transferable across cities. 2. Becoming a respected or revered member in the community can give you a reputation strong enough to summon one without a staff member’s powers, however this is very rare. 3. One may appear in a moment of dire need or desperation, these once their purpose is fulfilled tend to vanish quietly and are not often missed for a long time. 4. A personal conflict or intense desire being overcome or achieved (a quest if you will) may trigger one to appear. This is also very rare. Once one has acquired the use of a holo, they will be able to summon it at free will. They appear in an inert form, as a small sphere about the size of a walnut. The colour of the holo is unique to the individual, and they cannot be stolen from their owner by conventional means. If one dies or otherwise becomes incapacitated, unless otherwise instructed, the holo will vanish to whatever realm they come from, however, one can leave a holo to an inheritor, in order to complete unfinished business. After this is completed, depending on the outcome, the holo will either vanish or metamorphose into the person’s own holo permanently. In practise, they become the same as regular consoles, although there are notable differences. Depending on the method of acquisition, they will have access to more complex, higher level commands. Commands: Commands are used to perform actions in the City and surrounding area. There are a myriad, but only few have actually delved deep enough to understand. A command takes the form of a word, which is entered into the console. We’ll use the example of Claw waking Plums for this: The command here is the Awaken command. The root command here can be used to awaken the nearest sleeping person in Line of Sight to the caster. Variations on the command can change this. For example: This variation would wake up both Sabby and RvR if they were asleep. If one is awake, the command fulfils itself as much as is possible. More variations are possible, and will be discussed when relevant. Let’s look at a more complex example, the transport command. Obviously, you need a little more detail than a regular command, as transport refers to movement: Let’s break this down a little bit. First, we have the initial command: This simply means transport the users Plums and Claw, which initialises the command, i.e. Claw and Plums are about to be transported to a location. However, before this, we need to specify where exactly they are at the moment, in case there are other versions of “Claw†or “Plums†present on the server, however that might happen ... The @ sign, refers to their current position in this case, and the Apartments Sector 549 refers to the apartment complex where Claw and Plums both live. Luckily for them, these apartments are reserved for high-ranking users only, and are rather nice. Next, we have the descriptor clause, which describes many things. In this command, we have two of these clauses. The first, a necessary clause, represents where they are going (=>) which is to Campus 4. The second is a different matter. Transport commands usually take time to execute, and are often slow and like a bus. However, staff members have the ~ hyper command unlocked, which means that they can use ~hyper to skip the loading time of the transport, and arrive at their destination a lot faster, like a taxi. So, if we put this all back together, what do we have? This we now know, means: Take Claw and Plums from their apartment block to Campus 4 as soon as possible. Starting to get the hang of it? Good, because it’s gonna get a hellova lot more complex as the story develops :3. Other Forms of Netcraft: Other forms of Netcraft can be used, but these are practised infrequently. One form is present in Claw and Plums’ weapons. These weapons are gifted to new staff members upon initiation, but not a lot is known about their creation. One thing is certain: they pertain, without fail, to a person’s Major and Minor Arcantrica. These are personal energies which are unlocked as potential at certain times during one’s life, though most commonly, the Major potential is unlocked during one’s assention to Premium, and the Minor if one becomes Staff. Major Arcantrica tend to be Offensive or Defensive, as seen here, Claw’s is “Stormâ€, and Plums’ is “Fruitâ€. The Minor Arcantrica tends to be more support based, however can be weaponised: the examples seen here are Chronomancy (Claw) and Telekinesis/Telepathy (Plums). The weapons channel the mysterious netcraft energy in the same way that a Terminal does, but in a more readily useable form in combat. Another, even more mysterious form of, presumably, Netcraft is the dark art of Intermancy, the dark twin of Netcraft. Where netcraft creates, intermancy destroys. Bots, Database Errors and, more seriously, Viruses, are all forms of Intermancy. Intermancers are normally trolls. Links, Hyperlinks and Broken Links: When I person uses the “Transport†command, they create a link. In passing through the door to the link, one enters the Void, a world filled with data. The void is a dangerous place, so the Transport command spawns a transport vehicle. People using the regular transport command are normally fine. The problem comes when using the ~hyper command. The reason, other than mobility, that staff members are the only ones allowed to use the ~hyper descriptor is because when one uses it, the transport vehicle is less well defended and therefore, the bots and other malefactors existing within the Void while one is loading into their destination. If enough damage is done to the vehicle while in the Void, then the link will break and the passengers will be left in the void to fight whatever was attacking them. Leaving the void is as easy as creating a new transport command, but being attacked while you do so is common, so it’s good practise to destroy whatever attacked you as soon as you find it and quickly leave. I think that that's everything I have to tell you in the Almanac for now, but this will be updated regularly, probably after every few chapters. Thanks again guys ^^.
My evolution line ... I don't know why I'm a dark type either xD.
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Prose | of | the | Season no. 3 [entries are due on November7th] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ Hello one and all and welcome to this Month’s Prose of the Season, number 3! You may have been expecting something to do with horror or fear this month and in that you would be absolutely and totally WRONG! Following conventions is the last thing we want to do here, and so instead of the usual task to write a piece of prose on a given theme, I thought we should change things up a little this month. Prose and storytelling aren't solely based on plot you know, and this month our theme will be that of Character or more elegantly, Dramatis Personæ. The task this time around is twofold: Step 1: Create a bio/profile of a character suitable for the setting of some form of social gathering – for example, an 18th century high society ball, a rave in a nightclub or a friend’s birthday party. Be sure to describe the character’s personality, motivations, likes and dislikes and background as well as their appearance. This is somewhat like creating a character for a Roleplay or Character dump story, but very detailed. Step 2: Write a short scene involving the character in your chosen setting. This should be short, so as a guide I would say no more than 1500 words. Feel free to go somewhat over if you wish, yet not too far. In this scene, your goal is to demonstrate how the character interacts with other characters, be it ones they admire, are friendly with, are hostile towards etc. The goal here is not plot however, it is in character development. Narration style can be whatever you choose, first person, third person, omnipotent, free indirect discourse, whatever. I am also allowing you to choose form from either prose or drama, how exciting. If you choose prose, standard fair, however if you choose drama, then I will expect stage directions and proper formatting consistent with the genre, so there is an added elemtent of challenge but also benefite. The important part is that you demonstrate how they interact with other characters. Seeing as there are two parts to this month’s challenge, there may well be two winners. And indeed, there will also be two or more honourable mentions. - The bio and scene must follow the Creativity Corner's rules and regulations - If you wish to know the criteria used for judging, you may see it HERE - You may post in this thread, but please keep it spam free. Discussion is permitted. Good luck, and I look forward to all of your entries ^_^.
I recorded it for you all :). Here Lol, I breathe heavily while I play the violin ... sorry about that ... tried editing them out, but it sounded really metallic when I did that so I didn't like it. Anyone who can make it sound better feel free to message me :). Piano part was extracted from Sibelius (my music writing software), and violin was live. CnC always appreciated. Thanks for listening ^^.
This is an essay that I had to write for my English course over the summer ... I don't like it ;__; but I thought I would post it here. Spoiler Cargo “Captain’s log, 27th of June in the year 1834â€, I wrote. I leant back in the chair and sighed. It was to be 3 weeks before we would be back in England. Three weeks is a long time for the heart of a man, and especially that of a woman. My wife, Elizabeth, would be overjoyed to see me return, and I could not wait to see her again. “Weather – Hot, little to no windâ€, I penned, using the pan given to me when I had last visited France with cargo. Fountain pens they called them ... and I must say the wrote much better than a quill, if living up to their name every-so-often by splashing one with a torrent of ink. It was hot, sweat beading on my brow in my cabin as I wrote, the sun a lidless eye staring through the windows of the cabin behind my desk. I still thought about Elizabeth ... and my mind wandered. I saw her standing in the church in her dress, with I beside her. My mind snapped back to the task in hand almost as quickly as it had wandered. “Day’s eventsâ€, I scrawled. What a day it had been. Sometimes the cargo was more trouble than it was worth... *** “One of ‘em’s been fightin’ again sirâ€! Perkins shouted to me through the open door of the cabin. “Whatâ€!? I sighed exasperatedly. This was the fourth time in three days that one of them had started a fight down below. “Have you brought It up yet?†“Yes sir, ‘e’s being brought up now ... what are you going to do to ‘imâ€? I turned my head to look at him, a knowing smile on his face, reflecting that on mine. “Punish It of courseâ€. Slavery they call it. Our job is to go to Africa, take some of the stronger ones and put them on our ships. We then sail back to England and sell them off. It’s not exactly glamorous work, but there’s loads of money in it, and that’s what I like about it. Some would say it’s cruel, but it isn’t. Only the powerful survive in this world, and that’s just the way it is. I walked out onto the deck from the cabin. The hold was open, a black pit in the centre of the ship where we kept them. One of them was being hauled up by two of my men. I took a glance at It, Its black skin like chard meat across Its body, Its eyes like sour milk with a deep black hole in the centre; the dead, soulless eyes of a primitive “people†if you can call them that. “So you decided to start a little fight down below, eh?†I mocked, “What’s that? Wanted a little more room?†I laughed, and the rest of the crew on deck started laughing with me. It looked frightened, I could see it in Its eyes. It was shaking and wildly looking around, not knowing what we were going to do to It. I relished that moment, the fear in It giving me glee. “Well, you see†I continued, “I can’t exactly have you injuring the others. You see, you’re cargo for us, and the most important thing about cargo is that is needs to reach the destination in as best condition as possible; to achieve the best price you see? So I’m afraid ... we’re going to have to punish you. Grab It boys and tie It to the mastâ€. They did so. Grabbing It by the arms and pulling It to the mast, tying Its arms to a metal hook on the mast itself. It tried to resist, pitifully. There was no point in resisting. Its fate was sealed the moment he was brought aboard this ship. Perkins handed me the whip to me, the warm leather seeming excited at the prospect of another victim. She had tasted the blood of three of them in the past few days, yet her thirst had not yet been quenched. “I think five lashes ought to do the trick!†I laughed, loosing the whip from her knotted slumber. It turned Its head, fear once again in Its eyes. I didn’t care. I brought the whip over my head, and then flicked my wrist bringing it down on its exposed back. One. It cried out in pain, Its breathing becoming heavy as blood began to seep slowly out of the cut on Its back, bright red blood against the burnt black of Its skin. Two. Its shouts were a terrible cacophony to my ears, most troublesome to my disdain. Three. The whip was now becoming whetted with the Its blood, drinking its fill of Its lifeblood gleefully. Four. I wondered if my wife back home was getting along, raising our son she had given life to before I had left. Five. It cried out its last, and then slumped down in the bonds. It seemed to be unconscious, though I could not be sure. “Throw it back in the hold†I said as I tied the whip back into a knot. I looked over at the men pulling him off of the mast. Then they threw him, bodily into the hold - a black shape falling into the blackness. *** I stopped writing, blotted the page and closed the book. I stood up and looked out of the window. The sun reflected on the cerulean sea. Three weeks I thought and I shall be able to return to my wife and my son. Thank you for reading ... I really did not enjoy writing that ;__;.
Anyone know the name of the Touhou song that was in the chat when it was Pikapower ... it was about a week ago ... I think. LOLFAIL on my part.
So, last november, I started a NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) novel. I didn't finish it ... but I decided to post it here. It's about 10K words long, and it's riddled with Spelling and Grammar mistakes. But, I hope you like it ^^ Spoiler: the story Prologue In all the tongues of this world and in all the peoples therein, there is one word which surpasses language, race, sex or even age. Not many know it, yet it is the most important word of all. It creates life, it destroys stars, it grows trees, and it feeds fish, birds, and even people. It is what holds up the sky, makes rain, and causes the sun to shine. Yet also it creates storms, earthquakes, and even death itself is controlled by this word. Some know not of it, minding their daily lives as though it didn’t exist. Others, know of it, and yet do not speak of it, less to frighten those who know not of it. And some others still use it, shape it, and master it, folding and bending its very nature to their will, for good or ill. This, in your tongue you would call “magicâ€. However, this is no cheap trick. Everyone possesses the art in a small fraction at least, how could one not? What they control and draw on is but the stuff that you or I is made of, even if it is in a raw, primordial, chaotic form. The force they shape has one name. It is called Kyla. There are many forms which Kyla can take: from vast roaring seas to turbulent mountaintops, and even to the very wind which buffets the mountains of sea. You, I even the book in your hand, are all composed of Kyla. Yet, to the shapers or “wizards†or “witches†as you would call them, there are four main “creeds†of Kyla. Iaer is the first creed of Kyla. It is what creates air for us to breathe, and the windmills to supply our power. Iaer shapers can at one moment cause a thundering tempest, but suddenly cause a raging hurricane to cease. Iaer also has other powers. It is Iaer which allows us to form speech and language, to communicate in ways which animals cannot. It also can be used, with the subtlest use of a highly skilled shaper; can be used to create music, without the aid of an instrument, as though from the air itself. However, in a malevolent shaper’s hands, Iaer can be used for dire consequences. A skilled Iaer shaper may snuff out the very life of another with only a though in their mind. This, although powerful is also very risky for Iaer does not distinguish between shaper and victim. Therefore, very few shapers, even of the dark kind use this form of shaping known as Mul-dà , and the art has passed greatly into legend and is very rarely taught or learned. The second of Kyla’s creeds is Teira. If it is Iaer which created the sky, then Teira created the land underneath it. One can through study of Teira raise mountain from the earth, or create huge valleys across her face. Teira also creates, with aid from the other three creeds, nature, forests and life. Most of the Kyla inside a living being be it animal or plant, or other such things, it mostly composed from Teira. Yet Teira has other functions other than creation. One can use Teira to heal minor injuries such as cuts, bruises and broken bones. More skilled shapers can even use Teira to heal very major wounds such as stab wounds or, if fast enough, undo the effects of Mul-dà . In addition, Teira is used to augment one’s athletic abilities such as running or jumping. However, due to its nature, it is banned in most organised competition such as the “Olympicsâ€. There are no evil forms of Teira use, due to its very nature, it can’t destroy, only create and heal others. However, the effects of Teira such as chasms or earthquakes can cause a great deal of harm to bother the earth and people around the shaper, including the shaper himself. The Third creed is the most deadly, but also the most useful to humans. Nasya is the creed of fire and lava. Nasya shapers can burn anything to dust or also shape objects for themselves out of the very rock or sand of the earth, a skill they share with Teira. Nasya, however, is not only about fire and destruction. Noble Nasya shapers can provide light and heat for people without power, and also set up power stations. Many of the great alchemists and inventors are Nasya shapers, due to their ability to shape metal as though it was paper. Yet, due to its very nature, Nasya is a very violent creed. Wicked shapers often use Nasya as their primary creed, using it to destroy those who oppose them. Yet, when not treated with respect, Nasya becomes fickle and tired of its masters, and if one should misuse it, they will be burned to ash, just as they have done to so many others. Nasya, finally is a very primal creed, and many of the people who first began using it were the medicine men of old, who used their shaping ability to heal, although not always successfully. The final creed is Quilla. While Nasya burns and destroys, Quilla quenches and soothes the flames. Quilla is the only creed which directly communicates with its shapers, appearing as water-nymphs or nix. Many Quilla shapers will have a spirit such as this to advise them. Many great leaders and kings are Quilla shapers, mainly because Quilla allows us to think and to feel. Empathic Quilla shapers can, and do, use their art to feel the emotions of others and use them to help, or hinder others. The seas, lakes and rivers of this world are governed by Quilla, yet they are not found exclusively there. Quilla shapers have the power to extinguish the flames and destruction of Nasya, yet delicately sooth and heal, not to the extent to with Teira can however. A fickle creed, Quilla can be calm one second and wild the next, just like the roaring seas they it governs. Yet, Quilla shapers may also sharpen the minds of themselves and others so they may not be taken by surprise too easily. Just as humans create alliances between themselves, the four creeds of Kyla may be further sub-divided. Iaer and Quilla tend to ally themselves with one another. As air and water, they become the icy regions of the north. Likewise, Nasya and Teira may also ally, although this is far less likely, as the Lava which makes the beating heart of our world. However, rumours are growing in the shadows of a fifth creed, a dark and dangerous form of Kyla, only practised by those willing to be consumed by its dark powers, and one which all other creeds detest above all others. It is called Mora. Few speak of it, for in the dead of night, when the sun sets, Mora takes control. Normally, Mora is harmless, a lesser creed to the great four. However, recently, dark shapers calling themselves Moramancers have been taking this innocent creed and twisting it, making it into the stuff which nightmares are made of. Beasts of shadow and flame, Ifrits, and dark beings of water and darkness called Leviathans are mere examples of what has been created by those powerful enough to shape Mora into these twisted forms and corrupt the great four creeds with darkness. Only few people have met such shapers and very few have lived to tell the tale. Every year in Narvale, a big city not too dissimilar to modern day London, there is an annual Kyla shaping contest. Every year, the greatest shapers in the land travel to Narvale to compete to win the title of “master†and at least minor fame. There are many categories from art, music and creation, to downright fights and tests of skill. This contest is sponsored by the enigmatic Reya Co-operative, and no-one really knows what they do, aside of course from sponsoring the contest. Our story begins very far away in a small village called Ilia on the east coast of the country of Arra, and follows how they choices of the few at a crucial moment can make all the difference to us all. Chapter 1 “I’m warning you Caren for the last time!†the teenage redhead shouted, “Don’t come near me when I’m shaping, you could be hurt, or worse!†Ellaria sighed as the smaller boy ran out of the room. The Competition was less than three months away and she still had no idea what she was going to do. Her copper hair, normally straight was in tangles from the Iaer she had just been shaping, and been interrupted from shaping. Her room was a mess, although, unlike her hairstyle, this was not Caren, or Kyla’s fault. She had been like this for weeks and the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind to begin tidying. Ellaria was 17 years of age and about to attend her final year studying music at the local academy. Being a “gifted†Iaer shaper, and also not too shabby with the odd bit of Quilla or Nasya shaping either, it had come to a point where her teacher had finally asked her to represent him in the National Kyla Shaping Competition. Ever since she had run home in pure delight that day, nearly demolishing several market stands and knocking over old Mrs McMeldra from next door, she had hardly rested from practising, and trying to decide what she should do. Naturally, She thought, I should enter the performance class and do something musical with Iaer. But, I have no idea what to play, or even where to begin. This thought had been reverberating around her head since Caren, her younger brother, had interrupted her for the first time, which was now, she realised looking at the alarm clock beside her bed, 10 hours ago. As though reading her mind, her stomach growled in response. “Hun … gry …†Ellaria groaned as she entered the kitchen. “I’m not surprised,†Her mother retorted sarcastically,â€You’ve been at it for almost the whole day, I’ve not seen you. Look, the sun is down already! I did tell Caren to come and get you for lunch and dinner, but you kept on shouting at him.†“But mu-umâ€, Ellaria droned with the usual ligature, “It’s the National! I want to be ready and win for Mr Moyersâ€. “I know dear, but that’s no reason to go on practising until you collapse from malnutrition! It’d be my head on the line if you did that, you know what dad’s likeâ€. Yeah … all too well, Ellaria thought. “It’s okay Ellaria,†Her mother said, “I left you dinner in the microwave for you.†After she had finished eating, Ellaria went back to her room and closed the door. She stood in the middle of the room for about a minute before closing her eyes and preparing to begin shaping once again. While she had been eating, she though about what she was going to perform for the Competition. It would be difficult, and would require a lot of practice. However, if she pulled it off, she knew that she would be a shoe-in for winning. She opened her box of chalks and pulled out the grey, silver, blue and yellow colours, before shutting it and placing it back on her dressing table. She then picked up the much larger white primer stick which she would use to draw the outlines before using the chalks to make the lines able to be used for shaping. She screwed the primer onto a stick that was propped beside her bed and began drawing. As she drew, she thought of the music that she would be playing. It was a beautiful piece of music that she had learned while in her first year of study at the academy. She thought it interesting that she should choose this piece, because it wasn’t for her first instrument (the oboe) that she had learned it. Rather, it was her second instrument, the piano, which she had learned this piece on. It had a beautiful, soaring quality that the ethereal sounds produced when shaping Iaer for sound made, and it also had a much deeper meaning to her. She had played the piece at her older sister’s wedding. She remembered the day very well. Her sister, in a lace and sating white dress that Ellaria though would’ve drowned her if she had worn it. The groom, looking at his bride with that wry, kind smile that he always wore when he was nervous. Her sister, walking towards the love of her life, her father’s hand in hers, as they strode to the sound of Ellaria’s music. It wasn’t even a wedding march, nor could Ellaria play one, but her sister, Krysta, had insisted that she play that piece. “It’s perfect,†she had said,†Come on Ella, you wouldn’t deny the bride on her wedding day, would you?†She had agreed, however, her father had only grudgingly allowed her to play … Her father. He never seemed to be happy with anything that she did. He was always very supportive, pushy even, willing her to succeed. Yet, there was always at least once, even after she had done something very well, such as getting in to the Academy with a scholarship, a moment where he would make a comment or even say something complimentary in a tone of voice that suggested to Ellaria that he wanted more from her. One of the darkest reasons she had wanted to enter the national competition was to show him that he was wrong and to show him that she could achieve the highest accolade in her art. Ellaria finished drawing. The white lines were sketchy at best, but all of the Kyla shapes were there for her to see. She picked up the pencil and paper from her desk and copied down the outline of the Kyla Circle so that she would be able to re-create it. The she picked up the blue coloured chalk stick. It seemed to squirm in her hand, and she stroked it with her finger to calm it down, as one would stroke a cat. It complied and the movement seemed to stop. She then began to draw, all the while thinking about the sounds of the Iaer music that she had heard, and thinking of the notes themselves. Once she was finished she picked up the grey chalk and thought of the volume while she drew, the way the trills seemed to crescendo and then die away just as quickly, and all of the notes in between. After this, the penultimate chalk, the yellow. Her hand twitched and she nearly dropped it, but she managed to catch it between her index and ring fingers. This chalk would only be used for tempo, which was fairly constant throughout. However, she lingered drawing the canary sweeps of Iaer, for she knew what she must do next. She picked up the last chalk, which looked just like the grey one, except for the tiny speckles that, to the untrained eye, would look just like glitter, or filings of metal. However, Ellaria knew what they truly were, and they were what had made this chalk so hard to come by, and so valuable and rare to find. The silver shimmers were tiny motes of Iaer, miniscule fragments of pure energy which, if used improperly could end a person’s life, to at least alter it radically for eternity. She would use this chalk to mark out expression, to make the audience feel deep emotion when they heard it playing. She drew tentatively at first, with the quiet opening of the piece having an air of a sunrise, or waking form a long sleep, then, her strokes and shading became faster and faster as the emotion she felt when playing the piece, the images of her sister, and her father, and her will to do well for her teacher, and for her family, and her determination to show her father what she could do, and then suddenly going back to calmness, tranquillity, and peace after being eclipsed to reprise the original theme one final time before drifting to sleep until the next time it was played, like the fleeting life a butterfly or the perfect snowflake which falls from the sky in the far north. She was finished. She stood up, putting the silver stick of chalk back in her case with the other three. Then she turned to the design on her black floor of her bedroom. It looked like silver moonlight reflected on the sea and the beach beside it. Yet, somehow the moon was being eclipsed by shades of red that she had not drawn there, for she had not used her red chalk. The sea also shimmered with aqua and green, as did the night sky with indigo and deep purples that she had not put there. Next was the important part. At the north end of her circle, she placed a crystal vial with the stopper open. She took a deep breath and began to whisper. These were the activation words which she had written into the circle that would only respond to her voice. As she uttered the last syllable of her words, a gentle breeze swept through the room, even though the door was closed and the windows were barred and curtains shut. The wind caught the chalk dust swirling it into a primordial ball of colour which span faster and faster in the centre of her room. Suddenly, her room was consumed by the mass of energy and she found herself standing on the beach that she had drawn, looking out over the sea. However, there was no sound, save for the gentle washing of the waves. Then it began. Quietly at first, but definitely palpable, the music had an otherworldly quality, like it was being sung by the very Kyla itself, which, when she thought about it, was exactly what was happening. She needn’t get complacent though, for the most difficult part was about to come. The large full moon, larger than a full moon would ever be in the real world, began to be eclipsed by a mass of red, casting a crimson light over everything in the dream-like world she had created. She quickly had to recite five invocations at the same time to keep the energy from collapsing upon it. She did so, although she nearly made a mistake on her third word, which would have been catastrophic. Once this was done, she yet had more work to do. She had seven more incantations to say, and they were all at crucial points in the music. One, she thought, two, three, break. She knew that the fourth was the most important and that it would effect how well the shaping went, yet she did not falter or even make so much of a shudder. It came, the moon was totally eclipsed and the entire beach and the sea were bathed in carmine light. She spoke the words, struggling to get them out of her mouth. She felt the dream begin to slip but she finished speaking the words and it shifted back into focus. That’s the sort of thing they’ll deduct marks for, Ellaria scolded herself, and I’ll have to be better than that if I want to win. The red light faded from the surroundings, but as it did so, it left something behind. Floating, unsupported, on the water, was a grand piano. However, it was not white and black like most pianos. This piano was composed entirely from diamond, even the strings, which shimmered in the moonlight, were made from it. The keys began to move, and the notes of the piano mingled with the unearthly voice of the Iaer spirits and as the music drew to a close, the harmony of the two made Ellaria feel calm and peaceful in her mind for the first time in a long while. She forgot her father, and everything else which plagued her mind as she listened to the last few notes of the music. As it faded, the piano dissolved into a hundred-thousand shards of diamond, each reflecting in the light of the moon. Then the dream world faded, and she found herself hack in her bedroom. Before she could even draw breath, the dust chalk dust which now covered her room was gathered up be the same breeze which had swept her room when she had spoken the activation charm. The powder was then swept by the air into a tornado which funnelled itself into the crystal vial which had once been at the north edge of the circle, directly opposite her. As the air picked up the stopper of the vial and placed it on top, Ellaria sighed. The room looked like nothing had changed from the time that Ellaria had started shaping the music, even though it had been a few hours since she had begun. She walked over to the vial of what looked like water, only that it was a deep blue colour and shone with iridescence. She placed it on her desk and picked up the label that she had written out for it. “Le Clair de la Luneâ€, she read aloud, “Thank you Iaer. With your help, I’m sure that I can win.†She need only draw the outline, cast the dust onto it and it find its way back to the same circle she had drawn earlier. Then, she need only recite the invocations correctly, and the Kyla would do the rest. Rest … that’s what I need, She thought, I will perform this for Mr Moyers the day after tomorrow, and we’ll see his take on it. With that, Ellaria placed the vial where she knew it could not be broken or touched by her cat or her younger brother, and then got ready to go to bed. As she looked out of her window, she saw that it was now dark. The moon seemed to smile at her, and Ellaria felt that calm, tranquil sensation in her body once again, even though she knew the shape was safe in it’s vial on the shelf. Chapter 2 “Take this!†the blonde man shouted as a fireball raced towards his sparring partner. “Too slow Brody.†the other said as he jumped high into the air to avoid it. From his new vantage point, he looked down on him from his new found height before quickly sketching a glyph with his hand and aiming it at the ground beneath Brody’s feet. The ground split apart, creating two hands of rock which swiped at him, as if trying to grab a hold of him. “Slow?†Brody said, â€Then let me give you a shock!†He said, motioning up at the sky. Lightning struck down from the sky at the other man, hitting him in the chest. Or rather, it would have done, had he not glowed vivid green, armour made of Teira, which absorbed the impact and shock of the blast, creating a cloud of smoke between the two of them. “Surprise,†The other man whispered in Brody’s ear, growing vines from the ground to wrap around him, constricting him, and pronouncing the other man the winner of the spar. “Very good Garryth, and not too bad either Brody,†said an elderly man who was sitting at the side of the square of dirt where the two were fighting. “Here, Brody, allow me.†He snapped his fingers and the vines binding Brody in place released. Then he gestured across the sparring field with a flat, down turned palm. The ground leveled perfectly to how it had looked before Garryth’s attack, as though it had never happened. “Now: a couple of things before we leave it there for today. Firstly, Brody, you’re being too aggressive, try to relax and watch your opponent more when you spar. Keep an eye on them and especially on their movements, see if they are shaping something before you launch an attack, and look for ways to exploit it. For example, if I were you, when I saw that he was shaping stone armour, I would have sent lava instead of lightning.†“Yes sir. It was the … heat of the moment I guess you could sayâ€. “No pun intended I presume. Right, Garryth. Even though you won, you still made some mistakes. The grasping hands were a grievous error which nearly lost you the match. However, you did something which your brother didn’t. You used his attacks to your advantage. Even if you didn’t intend it, using the smoke to sneak up him, combined with the extra muscle you put onto your legs at the beginning of the round, you were able to win that round. Don’t rely on such occurrences though, especially against Quilla shapers.†“Right master. I’ll try.†“Good. Finally, before we leave I’d –“ “Wait sir, we haven’t finished!†piped up Brody, â€We’ve done two spars today and it’s a draw, we haven’t had a decider!†The old man smiled. “You’re identical twins. How could you be anything less than an ideal match for each other? Both equally as powerful, yet also two sides of the same coin. Don’t you see? You’ve sparred more times than I’d care to count and, if my maths is correct; you are still on level pegging. Thi-“ “But mast-“Brody started. “Let him speak, Brody,†Garryth spat at him. “… This is why I want you both to represent me in the National Competition in three months time.†“No way!†Brody exclaimed excitedly, “The one organised by those Reya people?†“The same.†They master said simply, “I trust you feel you are up to the challenge?†“Well … I don’t know …†Garryth mumbled. “Oh come on bro, you know you’re the best Teira shaper in the city!†Brody pleaded, “Plus, what if we end up fighting each other in the finals?†Yes, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of, Garryth thought. “Okay then, we might as well do it. And hey, it could be a good experience too … right?†Garryth said tentatively. “So you both agree then?†the old man asked. “Yesâ€, the twins said in unison. “I thought twins only did that in films … anyway, before you go, there is another matter related to the tournament which I must tell you. I hear whispers from my colleagues across the country of people fighting without the use of one of the great four creeds.†“Isn’t that normal Mr Fythro?†Garryth enquired, “You hear about people shaping the lesser creeds all the timeâ€. “This is different.†Mr Fythro said darkly, “People are taking the very dark of the night and shaping it to their will. It is dark, evil shaping, for that is a creed which should not be tampered with. They are all very powerful and the shaping they use is the most deadly, even more so than the Mul-dà of legend.†“So what do we do if we encounter one of these dark shapers in the tournament?†Brody piped up. “Be on your guard. Keep an eye on their movements and if you see their shadow warp, dodge their next attack, for they may be trying to kill you, of at least heavily injure you.†“Okay, sir.†Brody said. “On another note sir, going back to the competition,†Garryth said, “Is there not a two on two fighting class?†“Ye-es …†Mr Fythro said looking puzzled, “go on.†“Is it possible that we could enter that as well? As you said, being two sides of the same coin and all...†“That’s an amazing idea!†Brody said emphatically, “That is … if it’s okay … sirâ€, he said, his tone dropping. “I’ll think about it†their master said, “Now I think it’s time we left it there.†Brody and Garryth bowed to their teacher and left his house by way of the front door. The sun was already beginning to dip below the terraced houses of the suburbs of Narvale where Mr Fythro, the twins’ teacher and family friend lived. The apartment they shared was a few miles away, but there were no busses at this time in the afternoon, so the two were forced to walk. After about half a mile of walking, Brody stretched his arms over his spiky blond head and stopped walking. Garryth, noticing that he had stopped faltered and turned around. “What is it Brody,†He asked, his own, longer blonde hair catching the breeze. “Oh … it’s nothing. I’m just tired from the walk.†Brody mumbled. “Brody. What is it really?†Garryth persisted. Brody moved close to his brother’s ear and whispered. “That woman has been following us for about the last third of a mile. It’s the middle of summer, yet she’s wearing a long black coat, and … I swear I saw her shadow move …†Garryth looked out of the corner of his eye. His brother was right. The woman was dressed from head to toe in black that looked as though it had been torn from the very night sky itself, although the person had clever taken a piece devoid of stars. Her hair, in contrast was stark, paper white, and it reflected the sun’s rays totally, nearly blinding him. The woman herself, however, looked only a few years older than the twins, and her face looked quite attractive, if he had to be honest. However, there was something perturbing Garryth and it took him a little while to realise what it was. When he realised though, his curiosity turned into ice cold dread. “She has an aura.†Garryth whispered. “What!†Brody whispered back, looking back in horror. “Yeah, she has an aura. It isn’t as strong as Mr Fythro’s, but it’s there.†Aura’s were only produced by shapers who’s sheer power warped the Kyla around them. Only those gifted greatly with the Gift could see them, such as Garryth and Brody, but when on encountered one who had an aura, they both knew instinctively what to do. “Run.†Garryth whispered. He quickly motioned towards his legs and his arms, infusing them with Teira, and making his bones and muscles stringer and larger, Brody on the other had sent lightning down onto the pavement just as he had done in the garden before, The strike hit true upon the ground, and dust created a haze between her and the twins. Garryth immediately grabbed his brother around the waist and sprang, catlike, away from the street they were in. Garryth leapt again, and again and again, each time getting further and further away from the woman who had been following, and more importantly, her sphere of influence. By the time they thought that they had lost her, they were on the top of a building on the other side of the city. “Whew,†Brody gasped, “Looks like we lost her.†“Don’t be so sure,†Garryth muttered, “The sun is about to set, and if what Mr Fythro said is true then her power will be at it’s fullest at night.†“But it didn’t look like she was even trying to follow us,†Brody replied. “You’d be wrong in that thought, boyâ€, came a voice from above their heads. The twins wheeled around to see the woman who had been following them standing atop the door leading to the stairs downs from the rooftop. “How did you follow us? What do you want from us?†Garryth shouted. “Oh ho ho, Garryth, don’t be so hasty, I haven’t even introduced myself, how my manners,†The woman cackled, “I am Elyse, and I am both literally and figuratively your worst nightmare. It’s such a cliché, but hey, it’s the truth.†“Enough of the talk. Why did you follow us here!?†Brody retorted. “Oh, I just wanted to play a little game my dear,†Elyse grinned. Garryth had been right. Brody now saw very clearly the swirling aura around Elyse’s silhouette in the setting sun. However, she was no match for the kind of power that Garryth could still feel emanating from where their teacher’s house was. “What kind of game?†Garryth snarled up at the pale woman. “Oh, I just thought we could play a little game of … catch!†She shouted. As soon as she said this, two great hands of shadow burst from the floor, grabbing Brody by the ankles and twining around him. “Oh, don’t struggleâ€, she giggles, “They prefer it that way.†“Let him go!†Garryth shouted “Oh, but the fun is just beginning,†She giggled, “Oh, and don’t even try to get him out, your pathetic plants can’t even begin to match Mora’s might.†“Shut Up!†Garryth roared at her. He gestured towards the ground beneth her feet, tearing the concrete of the building out of the roof under her and throwing her over the edge. Or so he thought, for just as she was about to fall, she jumped off of the falling concrete and kicked him square in the right cheek with her stiletto heel, sending Garryth over the edge of the building, only gangling by his fingers. Elyse stepped over to the edge, and looked down on Garryth. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get to know each other better sweetie. Au revoir.†She kicked his hands, and Garryth began to fall. “Noooo!!†Brody screamed from his bindings. “I’ll kill you for that you *****!†“You seem a bit tied up at the moment to be doing that don’t you?†Elyse sneered at him. However, the sky suddenly became dark and a huge cloud and tendrils of fog encircled the building. “I couldn’t let you have the satisfaction for killing one of my best pupils, Elyse†a voice boomed, crackling with thunder. “What do you old man? Going to lecture me to death?†She shouted at the clouds. “Well, now that you mention it, I can’t very well do it can I?†said the voice which Brody now recognised as that of his teacher Mr Fythro. “You have no idea what you’re up against old man, it’s been 5 years since I renounced your training†Elyse hissed, “and I’ve never looked back!†“My, your words, they burn,†Mr Fythro mocked. “Well, not as much as you are about to burn, my dear. Do you prefer medium of well-done?†“Shut up old man!†Elyse screamed, throwing a dagger of pure darkness at one of the clouds which Brody was sure would have killed his teacher, had he not simply shaped the cloud-stuff around it, dodging the attack, and dissolving it in the dying rays of the day’s sun. “Curse you old manâ€, Elyse said, her outline beginning to blur as she melted into the shadows, “You may have bested me this time, but mark my words, I will have my revenge!†And with that, she disappeared into tendrils of black smoke which flew through the hole in the clouds across the horizon ad out of sight. As soon as the had gone, the dark nads restraining Brody dissolved back into the shadows of the ground, allowing him to move once again. He ran across to the edge of the building where Garryth had fallen. “Mr Fythro! Garryth … he …†“It’s okay, I caught him, and he’s going to be okay, although he had a horrible gash on his left cheek which will need to be seen to.†“What was that all about!?†Brody exclaimed, relieved for his brother’s safety, yet still spooked about the evening’s events.†“I will explain everything later. Right now, I think you two should both come and live with me for the time being. It will be safer there than it will be at your apartment. We’ll stop by there and pick up anything you may need on the way to my house.†“One last question before we leave… who was she?†“All in good time Brody, all in good time.†Brody jumped onto the cloud-like hand that their teacher had held out to him, with his brother lying unconscious upon it. Then the three of them drifted west towards their apartment and the setting sun. Chapter 3 Ellaria knocked on the door of the house three times in rapid succession. She was excited. After the amount of shaping she had done the night before, she had been so eager to show her teacher that she had barely slept … for about five minutes. She had been exhausted, and had slept well until 12 o’clock the next day, even despite her parents’ and brother’s attempts to awaken her. It was not 4 o’clock and time for her 2 hour long lesson. The door opened, and a tall, brown haired man with short brown hair answered. “Hello Ellaria, how are you today?†“I’m very well Mr Moyers, I have something to show you too.†Ellaria answered. “Come on inside then,†he responded. Ellaria walked into the hall of her teachers home and wiper her feet on the mat. She walked through the hall to the black door, behind which was the room in which he taught his lessons. Even though it appeared to be solid black, Ellaria could feel the warm feeling of the glyphs drawn into the wood, glyphs to ward other Kyla from exiting the room, and to prevent harm to those within, just like those on the own bedroom door where she practised. The opened the door and stepped in. All around the room there were glyphs and boxes of chalks all around the room. Right in the corner of the room, in a glass cabinet warded with many glyphs and circles was his prized possession; the trophy had one in the National Kyla Shaping Contest in Narvale, which had given him the title of Master. Ellaria took off her bag and put it at the back of the room. “Right,†her teacher said, entering the room and closing the door behind him. “Before we start, let’s do a warm-up. You know the drill be now.†“Yes, I doâ€, Ellaria smiled. The closed her eyes and concentrated deeply, drawing power of the first creed: Iaer, into her mind, all of the airy qualities it controlled, and patterns of speech, song and music. She drew a glyph in the air in front of her which shone bright sliver and caused her to see red through her closed eyes. Next, she lconcentrated on the second creed: Teira, and the earth, barren rock faces, vast forests, and then on life, healing and sport, and physicality. She drew a different glyph to diagonal left of the first, which glowed a cute viridian colour, but didn’t glow nearly as brightly as the first. After this, she took a deep breath, and summoned thoughts of fire, anger, and lightning, modern technology and science, the things governed by Nasya, the thirds creed. The raw energy nearly hurt her so much that she rushed to draw the glyph below the Iaer creed, and nearly messed up in doing so. The glyph glowed with bright sparking energy, brighter than the second but not as much as that of the first. Finally, and as a relief for Ellaria, she thought of deep water, though, knowledge and emotion those things that prided shapers of Quilla in the highest. She drew the final glyph to the left of the Teira glyph and it glowed a deep ultramarine for about 5 seconds, before she opened her eyes to see the final phase of what she had created. The glyphs began to swirl together, pinning in a clockwise direction faster and faster and faster until there was only a blur of red, blue, green and silver which then became a single glyph which after only fractions of a second exploded into prismatic light which ricocheted off of the walls and then faded, and faded until there was no more. “Very good,†Her teacher said, “Your Iaer was very strong today, as always, yet your Nasya was also strong today. You must be very anxious to show me whatever it is you have to show me!†she chuckled, “It likes that sort of thing.†“Oh believe me, I am!†Ellaria giggled nervously. “Before you do that though, do you have the homework that I set you for last week?†Mr Moyers enquired, raising one eyebrow, his trademarked gesture. “… what homework?†Ellaria asked nervously. Mr Moyers sighed. He walked over to a cabinet and opened it, taking out a large glass bottle, about the size of a soup pot. He walked towards the centre of the room and sat down with it in from of him, and motioned for Ellaria to sit on the other side of it. “I asked you to do something quite difficult, so I expected that I would have to go over it anyway.†He said. “What I asked you to do was make me a tornado in a bottle, quite a difficult thing to do, as you have to not only create such a storm using Iaer, but also restrict its action so that it doesn’t break the bottle encasing it.†He explained. “We’ve done a tornado before; do you remember the three glyphs that are used?†“Yes … I think so,†Ellaria said,†She drew one of the glyph, then let its power dissipate, and drew the other two in a similar way. “Those three?†“Yes, those three. Now, for a tornado in a bottle, we need to add four more lesser gyps into the mix,†Mr Moyers said, “The glyps, together, will decrease the size of the tornado, protect the bottle from unintentional outside damage, stop the tornado from destroying the bottle from the inside, and keep the storm going without stopping for long periods of time.â€, he explained, “Those glyphs are these, he drew them in the air, and Ellaria copied them down in her book. “Where should I draw the glyphs? In the air or in the bottle?†Ellaria enquired. “Neither, in this type of shape, you should always draw glyphs on the stopper or lid of the container. That way, should the lid be removed of the bottle smashed, it becomes the epicentre of the full-size storm –oh that’s right, something I forgot to mentionâ€, he remarked, “If the container of the storm is broken on purpose, the minor glyphs break and create a full scale storm which will not herm you, but you can use to protect yourself, it is useful if you want to make a quick getaway. I always carry one around with me, not always a tornado, but something to protect me should I get in a situation where I need to make a quick getaway.†“Oh … right … should I shape it then?†Ellaria enquired of her teacher. “Yes, it shouldn’t take you very long. The glyphs should be arranged in a triangle just like the original spell, but with the four minor glyphs surrounding them, as though trapping them.†He responded. “Okay, sir, and then I’ll show you my surprise!†“I look forward to it.†He chuckled. Ellaria began to draw the glyphs in the order her teacher had told her. She wondered how he would react when he saw the shape that she had made in her room the night before. The vial containing the chalk dust was in her bag, along with her drawing of the base circle and her chalks.. She could hardly contain her excitement, and nearly messed up on some of the glyphs because of it. Still, sure enough, when she was done and Mr Moyers told her it was okay, she put the cork in the bottle, and after a few seconds a violent tornado started whirling inside of the bottle, though it never touched the sides in any way, not even when she shook the bottle. “The container doesn’t have to be that big either, that same set of glyphs can be used on any container. Also, the minor glyphs are fully transferable to any other effect: storms, fireballs, tsunamis, you name it!†her teacher explained. “It sounds very useful, even though you just sounded like you were trying to sell something on the shopping channel.†Ellaria smirked. “Yes … well, anyway, let me see what you’ve been cooking up. Let me guess, you did it just last night, and you spent ages working on it?†Her teacher enquired, once again raising his eyebrow. “How did you know?†Ellaria gasped. “I could feel you shaping until the small hours of the morning, you kept me awake!†Mr Moyers growled. “I’m sorry,†she apologised, “I was just … struck by inspiration, that’s all.†“What medium did you use? Glyphs, or chalk? Or were you adventurous and used freeshaping?†Her teacher mused “I decided to use chalk for this one, I though it was ore appropriate.†She answered. “Do you have them with you? Did you use the little trick I taught you last week about chalks, Making them easier to re-use?†He queried. “Yes, I did. It’s really useful, thanks for telling me how to do it. Can I borrow your shaping board, I think I’ll need the big one.†“Yes, that’s fine, I’ll just go and get it, it’s in the cupboard.†He opened the door and left the room. Ellaria could almost have squealed form excitement, but she didn’t. She looked at the drawing of her base, and refreshed her memory of the incantations she would have to recite to keep the image and sound in focus. She screwed the primer chalk onto her staff want then took the crystal vial out of the bag and set it on the floor beside her. Then she sat down in the middle of the room, and read her drawing, memorising the shapes and the words while she waited for her teacher to come back. *** As Mr Moyers entered his bedroom, he saw the mat immediately; it was a two meter area slate which could be folded into a smaller, more manageable shape in order to be transported with the same marks on it from earlier to prevent it from breaking. Just as he was about to fold it up, he heard his phone ringing. He walked over to his bedside table to pick it up. “Hello? Mr Moyers here.†He said. “Ho need to be so formal Tom, it’s me.†Said a familiar old sounding voice. “Oh it’s you Mr Fyth- I mean Andryw. Your weekly phone call I presume.†He enquired. “Well … actually, I have something more pressing to talk to you about. It’s about the competition.†Andryw said darkly. “What’s happened? They haven’t cancelled it have they?†Tom asked, immediately thinking of Ellaria downstairs. “No, no, no, but … they have started showing up in town. Elyse tried to kill the twins. She’s back, and she’s with them in earnest now.†He explained. “Are they okay? They’re still entering the competition, right? You said you were considering putting them in for the double battle class, as well as the singe battle class behind their back.†Tom asked concernedly. “They’re fine, Garryth needed to heal himself a bit after she tried to rip his face off. Yes, before you ask, she still wears those ridiculous shoes. I swear one day she’ll fall off of them and that’ll be the end of her.†He said through gritted teeth. “Anyway, if you have anyone entering, which I’m assuming you will, teach them how to defend themselves against … it … as soon as possible.†“I will, I’m teaching her right now.†Tom answered. “Ooooh, what class? Is this the one you were telling me about?†Andryw asked enthusiastically. “I assume she’ll want to go in for the music and visual arts class. She’s not the fighting type, unlike the twins.†Tom replied. “I look forward to meeting her, I don’t have anyone in that class. In the meantime, should any of them come to the village, especially Elyse or … him … then you know what you must do.†He responded “I will do†Tom said, “Keep yourself and the twins safe.†“I will do, same to youâ€, Andryw replied. “Byeâ€. “Byeâ€. *** Ellaria heard the door open and saw her teacher bringing in the board for her to shape onto. “Do you need any help?†She offered. “No, I’m fine. Sorry I was so long, I got a phone call which I had to take,†He apologised. “It’s fine. Right, now I know that it isn’t perfect, but it’s the sort of thing I want to do for the competition.†She unfolded the slate into its full size. “I hope you enjoy it.†“She began drawing the prime layer for the Kyla Circle. Meanwhile, Tom tried not to look at what she was drawing. I wonder what she’s going to do, he thought, whatever it is, it’ll be good. Chalk really is her best medium when she does it right. Once she had finished drawing the outlines, she double checked to see that all the lines were ther, which they were. Then she took the lid off of the vial and poured the contents onto the primed circle. Immediately, the dust particles shot straight towards the places they had been the night before and that same strange thing happened, the sea with flecks of green and the sky with purple, the moon with red that she had not drawn. She then placed the vial and the lid at the other end of the circle and looked at her teacher. “Should I begin?†“Just go whenever you are ready.†Tom encouraged. She took a deep breath and uttered the activation incantation and just like the night before, the same breeze swept through the room, lifting the dust off of the mat, and swirling it in a ball of colour in the middle of the room before exploding and sending Ellaria and her teacher into the dream-like world that she had created from the thoughts of her loved ones. *** “Well, that was certainly interesting!†Tom said, brightly. “Did you enjoy it?†Ellaria asked concernedly. “Well, you nearly killed be when you almost mispronounced that incantation in the middle†he said sarcastically, “But no, I really enjoyed it.†“… do you think I can win with it?†Ellaria asked sagely. “Well, if you do very well in the set shape performance and in the sight shaping categories then … with some adjustments, it could give you a very good chance.†He responded, “Can you draw the circle again, and set the dust back onto it?†“Why?†Ellaria asked. More than anything, she was happy that he had enjoyed it and was willing to give feedback on it, rather than just telling her it was rubbish, which she didn’t think he would’ve done in the first place considering his disposition. “I want to see it, and we need to make some alterations to the base shape, as I think you agree.†“What sort of things do you think we should alter?†“I think that the piano made of diamonds should be present all of the way through. It was a very clever idea, and the lunar eclipse would look amazing if it were refracted off of the diamonds strings.†He said cheerfully. “I couldn’t have come up with that!†“Thank you. What else is there?†She asked, sensing that he had more to say to her. “Very little, some minor aesthetic changes. The sound itself is exactly how shaped Iaer should sound. It was …†he faltered “What†“I would almost go as far as to say it was the best I’ve ever heard form a pupil.†He said bashfully. “What?!†She exclaimed, “But you’ve taught people who’ve gone on to win the national!†“I know, but none of them were quite to grips with the musicals side as much as you are. I really think you’re something special.†He said in a flat tone of voice which made it impossible to Ellaria that he could be lying. “I’ll just reconstruct the circle now,†she said. She began drawing once again, and then faltered after a few minutes. “You mentioned the set shape and the sight shaping categories. How do those work?†She enquired. “Well, basically, the first thing you do is the set shape, this is a performance which you do and prepare ahead of time. It always has a set theme which they release on their website around two months before the competition. It’s usually something quite broad such as love or war or something like that.†He explained, “The, the judges get rid of people until only half are left, but this shouldn’t be a problem for you due to your favoured medium being chalks which, as you demonstrated today are very easy to reproduce if you know the incantations – and while I’m on the subject, you need to learn the ones for this off by heart, because that’s the sort of thing the pick up on.†“Yeah, I haven’t had time to learn them very well yet … but don’t worry, I will.†Ellaria said bashfully. “Well you should. Anyway, after the set shape, the people who go through to the next round are challenged even further. They have to, within 2 hours create a shape based on a theme allocated to each contestant at random.†he said concernedly. “What?!†Ellaria gasped, but that’s barely enough time to draw a prime shape, let alone colour! How am I supposed to do that?†“Don’t worry, you won’t be using chalks for the sight shape anyway,†He chuckled, “The rules of the competition state that you must use more than one medium in the entire competition. I would personally suggest glyphs, as freeshaping is difficult and is very unpredictable. I saw a very good sight shape a couple of years ago, a girl had set up about a hundred empty flower pots, each with the Teira glyph for a different particular type of flower. She then danced around the stage and at every pot she touched, she activated the glyph causing flowers of that type to spout from that pot. By the end, she had a vertibale garden of flowers all around her, and the scent in the air was amazing.†“I see … but obviously Teira isn’t my strongest suit … so we’ll need to think how I will tackle that one. What happens next?†She egged on “After this, the judges assess the sight shapes and then further cut the numbers down to just the final few, which can be anything from ten to two, which is very unusual. They are then allowed to perform their interpretive shape. This is exactly what we are doing now, they can choose any theme or medium they like and the produce a presentation showing both their flare and skill, but also showing something about themselves to the judges, for example this connects to your musical background.†“I see, and how do they choose the winner?†she enquired. “It all comes down to the last shape they make. The set shape and sight shape only get you into the finals. After that, you’re on your own. This is why you have to excel yourself in the interpretive. And also it is why you have to learn your incantations!†he said aloofly. “All right, I get it, I get it. Look, I have finished the circle, and I am ready to putthe chalk back onto it.†“Go ahead. Do it.†He said. And let’s see if I really did see what I though I saw. She once again tipped the contents of the vial onto the prime circle and it once again zoomed immediately to the locations each particle had been in the night before. And yet again, there were the anomalies in the colour, which Tom seemed puzzled by. “What colours of chalks did you use for this shape?†He enquired. “I was going to ask you about this. I only used the grey, yellow, blue and silver, so why are there red streaks in the moon and purple in the sky, even though I didn’t put them there?†“I can honestly say that … in all my years … I have never seen a circle like this.†Mr Moyers said, flabbergasted. “It’s not a bad thing is it?†Ellaria asked anxiously. “No, I don’t feel anything dark in the make-up of this circle. But it is odd. And I have no idea what may have caused it.†“Anyway, shall we do those changes you were talking about?†She reached into her bag and took out the same four chalks from the night before. They spent about the hour of the lesson left discussing and changing aspects of the circle, and making it performable. Ellaria didn’t’ really disagree with anything he suggested, and things went smoothly. The more difficult was making the piano present throughout the entire performance, which required use of the silver chalk. However, with her teacher’s sage guidance, she pulled through it. Finally, she drew the memory glyph over the new circle which would ensure that it would go back to that state whenever cast over the same spell circle. She then dismissed the dust back into the vial and put everything back in her bag as she prepared to walk home. “Ellaria.†Mr Moyers said, just as she was about to say goodbye to him. “Yesâ€, she said, puzzled by his tone of voice which was harsher than it had been for the rest of the evening. “I’ve just heard from riend that he’s going to be bringing two pupils of his here soon, and luckily, they’re both entering the competition as well.†He imparted. “Okay, do you want me to come here on that day then?†She enquired. “Well, it’s actually quite fortunate. They are here exactly today next week. I don’t know if you are free on that day for the whole day are you?†“I’m on summer break right now, so yes, I will be fine, and I’ll come here if you need me.†She said brightly. “That would be very helpful of you if you could do that, I want to make a good impression, and … there’s something important that the five of us need to discuss.†He said. “Oh … okay. Should I bring my bag with me?†She said. What would Mr Moyers and three strangers from another town need to discuss with me? “I think … you should, but you might not need them. So do it if you want to, but if it is too heavy then don’t bother.†He said, his tone of voice shifting back to his normal cheerful one. “Okay Mr Moyers, I’ll see you next week then.†She said, and left the room. When Tom heard the door shut, he sighed deeply. Maybe Andryw can tell me more about that strange iridescence on her circle. It bothers me, yet it is nothing dark. I wonder how the twins are doing; I haven’t seen them for so long. And I wonder how they’ll all do in the competition and especially next week, when we will teach one of the hardest shaping techniques one can ever learn. I hope that Ellaria is up for the challenge. He looked towards the middle of the shaping room, and he could almost see himself standing in the middle looking down at that very atypical circle. It rang a bell, and it felt familiar, but I don’t think it’s something I’ve ever seen before. “I’ll worry about it later, it’s probably nothing of very much importance†he said out loud. And with that, he walked out of the room, still feeling the feeling of peace and happiness which Ellaria’s shape had given him about an hour before. Thank you for reading. I may continue this at some point ... and CnC is always appreciated. Also, yes I know there are GIGANTIC plot-holes XD.
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Name - Kieran Age - 17 Rank - Sectional Moderator Location: Land of Rain and Melody ... aka Scotland. Interests - I love music and reading, I love the way that they can both make you feel, happy or sad, and especially, I admire the creativity. I also really love Gaming, video (obviously) and otherwise. I'm a bit of a nerd ... I play Dungeons and Dragons and Magic: the Gathering (sad), amongst other games. I love anime and manga, though I don't read it as much as I should. Some of my favourites include Nodame Cantabile, Kuroshitsuji, Gurren Lagann and Eden of the East. I also really like webcomics, particularly Homestuck (damn you plums for stealing my idea!). Personality: My, my ... how difficult it is to sum up my own personality ... erm ... well I find social situations kinda awkward, so I don't talk to people in public very often ... I'm quite a quiet person unless I get really heated up about something (granted, if I do then I'm the Juggernaut B1TCH!). I'm not sure what else to say ... My Myers-Briggs personality type is INFJ if that counts XD. History - I joined the site in early 2007, around the time when KH2 FM+ came out, and I got into Kingdom Hearts when KH2 came out in the UK, these two things were actually fairly close together I think! I originally came here from someone doing a parody series, and I sort of ... loved the community ^^;;. I was inactive for a while, but roleplaying on here got me into the community, and i've been here ever since, though I don't roleplay really anymore ... I really should sort that! Goals - I wish to help to make a friendly and inviting community for people to enjoy and share together ... okay, that was sappy, but true. Other stuff - I appologise for my attrocious spelling. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you around!
I made this tonight on Sibelius and then exported it as an MP3. If anyone wants the sheet music, you just need to ask ^^. Link
