Let’s talk about my muse…
Part 1. Introductions
****This is a parallel realm than from The Book that I’ve mentioned (see hyper links if you’re interested in reading more into why I’m doing this and if you’re curious of The Book.) These are all my original characters. This is my original story. Please do not duplicate repost without due credit! This is NOT fan fiction. (it’s fan fiction… of my own stuff. After all, I’m my third greatest fan…)****
The light filtered through the slanted boards on the window, startling Merrikh from his slumber. The man was sprawled out in a haystack, his long legs spread out and his broad arms folded over his chest to keep the cold away.
He shuddered and coughed, swiping a forearm across his nose, and rolled out of the straw. He shook his limbs out and brushed off his clothes; today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones.
A cow in the stall nearby stared at him with its large, innocent eyes. Merrikh made a face at the beast with a spark of childishness that would have had his elder sister smacking him, and attended to his own business. The farmer must be an elderly gentleman, he considered, or else his cover would have been blown by now.
He took no time waking himself up, eager to be hurrying from the barn and onto the day. He pulled his broadsword and belt pouch from their places hidden under the haystack where he had spent the night, and pulling the hood of his cloak over his bright red hair, fled the kind gaze of the cow behind. (more…)
Here we go again.
****Note, if you read my last blog post, this is not from The Book. This is a continuation of Battle Buddies. If you haven’t read the last one, you’re not in HUGE trouble, as these are shorts. However, you will want to read this one before you read Part Three, which will be published on Tuesday this upcoming week.****
Sorry for the short one earlier this week. Here’s the new chapter. It’s a lot longer. Enjoy.
Let me know what you think!!
Oh–right quick, it kinda changes pov’s.
“Dylas.” The man jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. He was standing at the beach in his swimming trousers, waiting for a tug at his hook, when Frey dragged him back to the world of the living.
He fell sidewise into the sand and water, gasping and kicking. Frey caught his rod before it went flying, and she took up a seated position on the sand.
He sputtered and glared at her, “What was that for?”
She turned and gave him a brilliant smile. “What?” (more…)
About Fanfiction. About society. About socially acceptable things.
You know, the things I tend not to do, not for lack of trying…
But let’s break this down a little bit: Not just any sort of fanfiction.
See, I need your opinion on something. And maybe this will spur more posts and more writings, so I need you to respond to me honestly.
Granted, I may not even take your sage advice and do whatever I want anyways… I’m a rebel like that. Besides. This is my blog and I’ll do what I want to.
Heads up! Fan fiction incoming!!!
This is a Rune Factory 4 fan fiction with Frey and Dylas. Cuz… yknow.
If you like it, let me know. I’ll post chapters once a week, I guess. So stay tuned!!
Battle Buddies: Carrot Sword
Frey’s chest heaved with breath as she lifted her hand to wipe sweat from her forehead, staring blankly at the place where the monster had vanished to return to the Forest of Beginnings.
A chuckle began in her belly and swarmed her body, and she buckled over, grasping her gut. Dylas wiped his mouth with his gauntleted hand with a confused smirk. “What is it?”
Frey grinned, catching her breath, and pointed.
On the ground where the monsters had been slain, (more…)