O/S part three

Of course, it wasn't just the story. It was also the reason behind his disinterest in all of the stories. Perhaps if she were to take a more realistic stance to the story it would come alive. This curiosity lead Kyuliel to her personal guard, Agran.
"Agran, I want to follow Kaste's squad," she said sternly to the armor clad man standing outside her doorway.
"Kaste's squad? The one on the mission from your brother?" He smirked.
"Yes, Kaste's squad," Kyuliel repeated.
"Alright. It's probably some piddly thing anyway. But I'll be expecting a bonus."
"Rightly so. Follow me," Kyuliel said as she strutted down the hallway towards her route of departure.
At noon that day Kaste and her company gathered up their supplies and horses in a hurried manner, their training barely finished. Kyuliel and her bodyguard Agran stood watch not too far away from their frantic assembly on white horses. They were waiting for the group to head out.

"Uh, Captain, are you sure I was supposed to ride Spotty?" a private standing next to a speckled mare asked of Kaste.
Kaste was busy checking supplies, and didn't hear him.
"Captain?" he asked again.
"What?" Kaste looked up from her list.
"Was I supposed to take Spotty?"
"Spotty? Oh, yes, right, the horse. Um," she looked back at her list, deep in thought, even though it said nothing of the assignments. "Yes, I believe... Actually. No. You... You're Nigyl, aren't you?"
"Um, ma'am? Yes, I'm Nigyl. Is something wrong, ma'am?"
Kaste stared blankly a second then shook her head, "Just the idiocracy of it all, Nigyl. Take Spotty. It shouldn't matter too much. Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all," he said nervously and shot out of the room leading Spotty the horse.

Part Two! Scroll Down for Part One!

(Damn! Upstaged by my girlfriend! Honestly, I was stunned with this start. And that's how I'll explain being late with the follow-up. And I'm staying by that! Myself I saw this story a little differently, I guess... light-hearted, so my entries may be a marked departure... She'll probably wring my neck! But here goes... )

The captain scowled and burst out the ravings that had been running through her head since her unit was assigned to the expedition, "We're going on a fairy tale adventure to bestow our *beloved* heir with unimaginable powers! As if he's been anxiously awaiting his old man to croak, Tarre wastes no time bending, no, *contorting* the kingdom to his delusional vision! Wasting resources to--"
A smoking flash cut Kaste off, and Tarre himself appeared draped in the red carpet which invited him. He treated his crown as a fashion accessory; it was the only thing tending his hair. He always exaggerated his cool. He glared at her with red eyes, but she returned a piercing gaze that shattered the lenses. His blue eyes disarmed him.
"Are you serious about this?!" she barked, "You're using your kingdom's armies not even to benefit your kingdom, but only yourself! And your personal use of the palace's trickery is unflattering as well..."
He chose his words carefully, but not amongst them one word of truth. "The kingdom is in grieving over the loss of their King. I have made it my duty to assure such a loss is never incurred again."
Kaste sighed.
Tarre spoke sternly, "Perform your duty. Why lose your position over this? If you set out now, I might even allow you horses."
She turned away fuming and shouted, "Fetch our mounts, we set out at noon!"
Kyuliel bounced in jubilation, this would be the perfect beginning to her epic. She smiled to herself, "It's time I join the cavalry..."

Onika/Souka

The day was out of a book. The sky clear, the air warm, and only a slight breeze to brush across the expansive landscape dotted with cityscapes in the distance. Kyuliel sat on the edges of the castle walls, not unlike a cat desiring dangerously high perches to be comfortable, as she wrote on the soft, hand-made pages of her book with a piece of shaped charcoal. She was oblivious to the beautiful day and completely entrapped in her world. So many adventures and quests were unfolded in the pages of the book, of things Kyuliel had only seen in her mind, and would probably never experience herself. Half filled; the book used many older tomes from the castle library to draw reference to... Old mysteries, old prophecies quenched within the pages.

Her older brother, Tarre, had used to listen to the stories and legends when they was younger, until she read to him a certain prophecy entailing three girls who would come together to grant great power and immortality to one chosen individual. The Onika, as they were called, also held great power themselves, but were created so that they would willingly follow any order of their master. Kyuliel could not figure why this one story made Tarre be disgusted by every other story; if it were the beauty of this one and his therein obsession with it, or if it shed light to make all of the stories, including that one, somehow a waste of time. She had tried to rewrite some of the other stories and that particular one itself in order to reverse the problem, but he had refused since to listen to anything she had to say and did not even seem to stand her presence around him.

But it could have simply been their father's deteriorating condition and Tarre's dissatisfaction with how the kingdom was currently being ruled. Tarre would be the emperor soon though, as their father was dying, having lived his time on this earth, and then his ideals would be put in motion. No, that was untrue; Tarre had already begun reorganizing the routine of the castle to fit his vision.

Kyuliel sighed and looked up from her book for a moment, gazing at the horizon before her, trying to think about how to start her next story. Below her there was a militia squad doing training in preparation for an expedition. Yes, that was perfect. The woman leading the squad with short blonde hair and bulky figure would be her main character…

“Captain, can you perhaps tell us any idea of what we are preparing for?” an exhausted young man queried of the tall blonde captain.

Ideas Recorded

Some spare ideas I have floating around on sheets of paper, and need to document them someplace so I can keep track of them.

First idea (copied as written): soul transplants (as a means of justice), containing the faulty souls in a special department of a hospital which results in turmoil. The souls, detached from the bodies, can communicate. The caretakers of the department get possessed, science gone wrong ensues.

"But what is the soul? When it is passed on what do we retain? Do we have our memories, do we have our hearts? I believe the mystery will go forever unsolved."

Second idea: people were created to discover the meaning of life by another species but they both come up with the same idea.

Honor Killing

You know, everyone talks about Islamic people being crazy, but they fail to realize that it isn't the religion that leads these people to do things we find unacceptable...
But I do want to explore the idea behind the honor killing in terms of Christianity.
[23:47] Neptune: I wanna defame religion some xP
This is a story idea:

The story follows Daniel Peter Wolfe, who's wife died mysteriously only a few years after giving birth to their daughter, Mary Wolfe. Daniel is a Conversative Christian Republican with very headstrong beliefs. He is also the Senator of Maine, and an upcoming canidate for president. He is a very "homely" man, who advocates a return to family values. He avidly avoids discussions that could bring his beliefs on darker issues into the playing field, allowing him to become quite popular with the masses.
The real view of his character doesn't come to light until a reporter, Emilia Weston, becomes a witness to Daniel's murder of Mary Wolfe, supposedly an honor killing of sorts. The court cases that follow act to reveal the evil that has been disguised within this middle aged man, even when his wife's death is called to question as a car accident, alledging things like murder by Daniel or suicide under the oppressive conditions of his psyche. His nature is further called into question when Mary's own corpse is called as evidence seeing old scarring that she couldn't have possibly inflicted on herself. Daniel finally explains that she was a sinful child and he was just trying to set her on the path to righteousness that he was on.

"So, can you tell us why you killed Mary Wolfe?"
"Please, I dislike using the word 'kill' here."
"What would you prefer to call it, then?"
"I was simply bringing God's just judgement upon her."
"Judgement for what, senator?"
"For her sins as one of God's followers."
"And what sins did she commit?"
"She failed to remain celibate before marriage."
"And that called for judgement of this calibur??"
"Yes. She was a very sinful child and I could not have her choices leading her to Hell when I am her father. Her death will be taken as retribution and she will recieve a lighter punishment in her fate."
"So you were doing her a favor? Mercy, maybe?"
"Yes."

Which leads to the upheaval of his reputation, and finally being put to death. The few who still follow him protest outside of the courthouses. While some of the people simply label Daniel as evil himself and a failure to Christian ideals, they fail to realize the deeper meaning behind the issue with Daniel Wolfe that embodied how the same beliefs used to advocate justice and purity can be turned into beliefs that are used to follow cruelty and obsession under the former's name.
"...and evil always came to me diguised by systems and dignified by law." (from The Lords of Discipline by Pat Conroy)

Jailer of Love

A friend was talking about the Jailer of Love from FFXI, and I got inspired by the idea, or maybe simply the name, to create it as a horror device. It's a very interesting subject, of how love can make a person into a prisoner of a secluded and invisible world, haunted by a jailer always looming above or behind them.

Partially because of my inspiration from reading House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, I want to incorporate the idea of the Jailer of Love as an element of a horror story. A haunting, in a sense.

Eva's Prophecy

A sacred dance of worlds of wonder
Long forgotten by our world under
The fourth eye shall open the book
And we won’t have but one last look
To tell your fortunes from the skies

Dreams waiting to be torn asunder
But my blood shall carry to the end
This will, this world, will not bend
Those purple eyes and stripes
Won’t be forgotten till inside the knife

The last footstep to descend
Will be The Lavender Eyes
With the star shaped heart
And this lore descending with

Eva, the Prophet

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Fortuneteller Beginnings

Þ First.

Alike that prophecy there was a hundred other entries engraved upon the stone walls of the ruins, most of which were by the same ancient character, Eva. The abandoned hallways of the temple along with the eerie inscriptions on the walls gave off an atmosphere that made the place seem much colder than it actually was. The ruins, though low lying, covered a large portion of the dying jungle they inhabited. It did not seem to disturb the growth of the parasitic flora of the forest, as their roots ran like veins across the walls and the floors, gripping the very place with a death hold as though it was determined to strangle the breath out of the stones themselves.

The writing itself was in an alien language, to the greatest degree, that was composed of scratches and marks that almost appeared to be naturally occurring forms of erosion. The name Eva was scribbled often—sometimes her own writing or sometimes another’s that was citing her. It was amazing to be able to use the language that Dmetri had been taught by his mother when he was growing up, and even more amazing that he had remembered it all this time.

His mother had been from this place, she had been born here, although she was made to leave when she was picked up by a human space craft after being stranded there only long enough to learn how to stand. She had taught Dmetri everything she knew about the Naski and their history through bedtime stories and songs, and implied that he should visit the ruins himself someday like she did later in her life. But him ending up here was not by his own decision, it was purely a weird twist of fate that he stood inside the very building where his mother had been born, before the very remnants of the species he descended from.

Yaamefli, Dmetri’s mother, had alluded to Eva often herself, implying that the Naski gave a light to Eva similar to that of a goddess, or a prophet. But she was a Naski who existed a very long time ago, even though her premonitions held loosely through many years.

Dmetri paced through the corridors, ultimately bored by all the useless scribbling, he stopped reading it and just began looking around. Some of the walls were falling apart; others had been taken apart by the forest. The most peculiar thing about the walls and the floor though, was some of them were simply cracked looking as though it were being wedged apart by invisible sources.

The room Dmetri came upon was showered with a single ray of light coming from the ceiling. There were roots entangling the structures within the room, going in and out of the walls through cracks and then branching out into the open looking like they were reaching out for a hand shake. The floor, however, was of more interest.

The floor of this room was cracked, and whatever was cracking the walls was seeping out into the open. It was a clear crystalline substance, looking slimy with its green shine, overflowing from the crack in the floor and covering most of the floor. For the most part, it didn’t look like it was intended to be there.

Dmetri had seen this mentioned before, it was the kraranasha xiya (in English: conqueror crystal). The Naski had blamed their descent from the poisoning this xiya brought as it overtook their cities and destroyed their population. There was no reasoning provided as to why it had invaded their cities, or as to why it was only present in some of the Naski ruins when practically all of their kind died out. Dmetri could only assume it was hazardous. The very existence of the crystal in this room seemed forewarning; it glazed the floor and was spreading outward from this wound in the stone. The ruins themselves were fighting a losing battle. A white crystal glazed the floor; it almost looked like it had just been dug out of the ground. It was not ice, as it shined green in places the light from a hole in the rock ceiling. There were no roots entwined in the walls, but the white crystalline substances ran its way mimicking the roots all across the room from its little nest (it’s heart). The shards of it sticking up, as though it could have been growing there recently. The crystal was not flat, but it did cover the walls with veins.

Þ Trying crystal: Second.

The entire floor had a huge crevasse in it, the cracks of it extending out to greet the walls. Dead leaves that had floated in from the opening in the ceiling covered the floor along with pieces of decaying vines and roots, almost camouflaging what lay underneath embedded within those cracks breaking the room apart. But Dmetri didn’t have to step any closer to see what was under the leaves, as it lay shining in the speckled light flying in from above. It was a clear crystalline structure overflowing out of the crevasse and glazing the entire floor, trying to take a hold on the walls from its heart in the cracks. It had been mentioned in the writings on the walls before this room in a fashion similar to that of a warning, it was called the kraranasha xiya, or conqueror crystal. The Naski had lost to it, and so the ruins themselves were succumbing to it. There was no reasoning provided as to why it had invaded their cities, where it had come from, or as to why it is blamed for the Naski’s disappearance when it is only present in some of the ruins around the planet (i.e.: what had really caused the Naski’s demise).

There was no way to cross the room without stepping into it.

Prophet of the Naski

Changes made:

• Changes entered on the alternate beginning page.
  
• Keeping: “The room was showered with a single ray of light coming from the ceiling. There were a few stems of the root that went through the wall, then back out and were sticking out as though they were hands waiting to be shaken.”
• Radiation: xiya doesn’t spread like veins; it cracks the walls and embeds itself inside of the rock instead of outside of it. Furthermore the radiation is only the explanation for the death of the Naski and the dying forest; it is not severe enough that it would be registered on applications.
• Dmetri didn’t crash on the planet. He landed but the craft he was in broke down shortly after. The reason why he’s there is disputed, he could be looking for Yaamefli, or maybe he simply was running out of fuel and it was the only place to land.
• Yaamefli wasn’t transported off of the planet by Setsua or any of the Naski. She was picked up by the human space craft that had come to check out what had happened to the former one that had brought Kasio.
• Dmetri has knowledge of the Naski and his mother, then picks up on the information (knowing the language from Yaamefli) when reading Setsua’s writing.
• Setsua is a prophet/elder, which is a professional job in the Naski society. It is required of her that she writes down the history of the Naski. The room Dmetri comes upon is actually a library, which he finds Setsua’s entries open on a desk. (changing the part about it being written on the wall)
• Dmetri isn’t wearing any dumb armor suit, it’s changed to simply an armored outfit, and it is possible to remove it, so psh.
• The details about the surgery of the Naski children is more relevant, especially in Dmetri’s appearance and what Amin comments on. It also greatly effects Amin’s level of trauma in Part 2, as she is horrified by the deformities in the baby, although he lives.
• Remember to comment on Dmetri’s appearance.
• Ages: Aminoniet is 28, Dmetri is 24, and Rhyski is 42. (Dmetri has to be younger than Amin)
• Names: the name of Rhyski’s two husbands needs to be edited.
• Rhyski: the incident with the murder of Prince Kana needs to be changed so that it does not comment on the fact that they look like foxes. Restricting on the aliens.
• Exactly as printed “No wrists? Wtf?”
• Don’t dramatize Milnie’s existence too much. I mean… ultimate evil, come on, man.
• “Tales on the walls of Naski who were outcast because they had no telepathic ability.”
• Dmetri’s hands have a long stitch on one side where the second thumb was sewn up.
• There may be an outcast Naski child that Dmetri runs into named Gaunzi. Either that or Milnie runs into him, perhaps.
• Yaamefli looks similar to the prophet Eva.
• Setsua’s lover: Kasio. Brothers: Anezlo and Nasyck. Dmetri’s father: Nyura.
• Amin’s… vibrant anger.
• Yikulo, the planet, has rings.
• Dmetri finds out about Amin’s intentions off of an old broadcast of criminals he had saved because of a different reason. He confronts her and she pulls out the knife realizing her cover has been blown.
• Dmetri is so emo.
• Amin is Russian, she has a Russian accent, but Ghiskie is similar to German.
• Amin has two pistols on her belt when Dmetri finds her, but they are both out of ammo. She hits him with one sometime.
• Dmetri locks her in the ship when he leaves. Or something similar to that. She might try to follow him once or twice. Or maybe he only goes back once and she misses the chance but then she takes it to steal from his ship, getting Yaamefli’s knife (Keitra ceremonial dagger)
• Don’t forget the infection that gets Dmetri after she cuts him.
• Strange red mist over the field.
• Amin insinuating that she’s going to kill him, foreshadowing for later events.
• Naski days are shorter than Earth days. Almost half.
• Rhyski Fonal recognizes Aminoniet, but Dmetri Gloshaki persuades her to take Amin along.
• Rhyski asks if they should take the little ship along, also asks Dmetri what he’s doing with Amin / what he’s there for.
• Rhyski’s ship is not a shuttle. It’s a personal craft that is SMALL.
• Rhyski needs to be aggressive when dealing with Amin.
• Aura is common language.
• Rhyski’s brother is a bounty hunter.
• “Amin laughed, looking at the screen. ‘Rhyski, how do you do it?’ She whispered even though Rhyski was no where around, ‘how do you keep from killing me?’
• “So, Rhyski, why aren’t you still mad at me?” Amin laughed.
  Rhyski glanced at her; “I would have killed you. I can still kill you, but I’ve got more important things to do. But keep in mind I will make no move to rescue you from any fate you’ve set up for yourself.”
• “What’s to become of me?”-Amin
  “I’m taking you back to Earth with me” –Rhyski
• “SHUT UP!” Rhyski shouted as she swerved around, “Amin, you don’t understand this, but I’m not the kind that shouts in joy every time I kill someone!”
• “…”
• “I’m not everyone.” Dmetri smiled.
• “Why don’t you have a scar?”
  Dmetri didn’t answer, he looked around blankly.
  Amin looked back at him, “Dmetri?” She waited for him to answer.
• Amin looked at the bottle, “Mikesa. That’s very bland. I don’t want any.”
  “I wasn’t offering any to you, you have nothing to celebrate.”
• Find a different way of hinting at what happened to Dmetri when he was 18 that made him leave earth.
• The council of the Naski consists of various elders throughout the Naski history, perhaps the non-telepathic Gaunzi is on the council, otherwise Nyura is mentioned, and Eva and Setsua are on the council.
• “It’s eating me up inside, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I hate you, but you know that already.” –Setsua
  “Yes, I know. You say I’m just like your brothers and that I drink too much, that I was a disgrace for hitting Yaamefli that one day. I am a disgrace for my son. Now don’t be hating him too.” –Nyura
  “I don’t hate my own kind.” –Setsua
  “I take it you don’t judge people by how they look.” –Nyura
• Too many of the names within the story end with either an “a” or an “i”. This issue needs to be addressed.
• For referencing drugs used in interrogation see: ketamine, amobarbital, scopolamine, and sodium thiopental.