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Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
I’d love to join, but unfortunately, I’ve got to wait until I’m eighteen . . . See y’all in a couple months🙃!
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Kianda
The climb up the ladder did not last long. Kianda felt a draft of warm air curling around her, and then she was pulling herself up into a pitch black room where the strange music reverberated off the walls.
Over the music, a deep, slightly familiar voice growled, “By all four Dragons and eighteen Winds, not this again.”
“Goya?” she ventured hesitantly.
He was prevented from replying by the bang of a door flying open and the thump of something falling to the ground.
“Oof.” The newcomer gasped for air.
With a sigh, Kianda unslung her glaive, lighting it up from tip to tip and illuminating the space.
The music stopped abruptly. “Really, Kianda,” a cross voice said. “We aren’t all here yet.” A very beautiful woman sitting behind an elaborate harp glared across the otherwise empty room.
“Who might you be?” Goya demanded, sounding resigned.
“The entrance to the Castle,” the woman replied haughtily.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner @reveriewriter @kimlikesartDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Heeyyy! Late is the order of the day, it seems. I had good intentions of replying right away, but events conspired against me and here I am, two days later.
The sand in the Ring would be hot tomorrow, but for now, the air outside was bitingly cold as always. Kianda reveled in the fierce wind, hardly noticing that the metal beneath her was so cold it seemed to burn through her thin clothes. Above, the thin streamers of clouds could not hide the beauty of the night skies, and for a little while, Kianda let herself forget that tomorrow, she would fight in the Ring, that tomorrow, she would kill once more. It was only when she could scarcely feel her hands that she reluctantly stepped back into her narrow room. Still, she was restless, not quite tired enough to risk the nightmares that came with sleep.
When she first heard the sound, she thought she was imagining things. Music was a rare sound in the Ring’s hallways. But the song grew louder, and as it did, Kianda knew that, strange as it seemed, the sound was real. Taking up her glaive – for she seldom went anywhere without it – Kianda went in search of the source.
The halls of the Ring are strange at best, treacherous at worst. They twist and turn throughout the tall, thin spires that tower above the arena. It is easy to get lost in them, or to wander into one of the areas where gangs roam. On that night, they were eerie, echoing with otherworldly music. Kianda followed the sound through the areas she knew into hallways she had rarely visited. At last, she found herself facing a ladder leading up into the darkness; she must have reached the top of the spire.
Kianda was not generally foolhardy, but tonight, she shrugged, slung her glaive over her back, and began to climb.
Goya woke from strange dreams with a sense of relief. He disliked dreams; they made so little sense and were therefore difficult to control. Remembering the events of last night’s meeting, Goya smiled to himself. There was much to do if he was going to pull off a revolution. Dim, predawn light filtered through the windows and a few birds chattered outside. Despite the early hour, Goya felt energized, eager to get to work.
He would regret that later.
Had it been a door that he had never noticed before, had it been carved in intricate runes, had it been anything out of the ordinary, Goya would have ignored it. He may have been adventurous, but he was not stupid; he would not make the same mistake twice, even if the first time had been in a dream.
But it was only the door to his study, and Goya saw no reason to be afraid of a door he walked through every day. When he opened it, he did not think of the lack of light; clearly, someone had closed the drapes. He barely thought of the fact that no light from the hallway spilled through the opening. After all, there was little enough light in the hallway to begin with.
Afterwards, Goya would curse his inattention. At the time, he merely strode through the door, whistling in a carefree manner, strapping his knives around his waist, face still damp from his morning routine.
Then the door shut behind him with a soft click, and utter darkness descended.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner @reveriewriter @kimlikesartDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Probably in reply to the announcement.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
We should write an appeal. And get the whole Story Embers community to sign it.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
*frantically copying and pasting the entire thread*
I am crying vicariously through your crying emojis. They just about sum up the situation. Though it’s too bad there isn’t an angry sobbing emoji. We need about fifty of those.
You have a website? That’s pretty cool! I’m totally up for relocating, but I don’t currently have discord.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Hey, did you guys see the forum announcement?
@ragnarok, @hannahrenner, @this-is-not-an-alien, @kimlikesart, @reveriewriterDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
As a newcomer, I am not averse to wandering around in other people’s worlds and having half the characters be children. On the other hand, I also don’t mind starting over (and I have no idea what the other plans were), so…
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
No problem! You should see how bad I am about answering emails🙃.
Kianda
The fact that people kept tumbling out of thin air should not have been terribly surprising to Kianda, considering the circumstances. It certainly put her on edge though. Beside her, Goya cursed and whirled to face the newcomers. If things kept on in this manner, there was going to be trouble with him.
“When is this going to stop?” the blond woman asked of her partner.
“I don’t know. Whenever fate or your g-d or whoever gets bored tormenting us,” the man grumbled with a sour expression. Kianda elected to stay silent; she had no desire to go picking fights. His face brightened as he reached back and drew a staff out of the harness on his back. Tensing, Kianda adjusted her grip on the haft of her own weapon, but the man merely said, in an almost cheery voice, “‘Kay Search, how many new people do we have? Also, be on the lookout for mummy-creeps.”
“‘Cuz those sound like great fun,” Kianda muttered to nobody in particular. When both the newcomers looked over at her, she added, “Goya and I just got here, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
“What is this place?” Goya asked, barely containing his frustration.
@ragnarok, @hannahrenner, @this-is-not-an-alien, @kimlikesart, @reveriewriterDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Oh, and I have no idea whether I would want to get it published. If it’s good enough, it’d be cool to get it traditional published, but we shall see. Do you have plans/dreams for publishing?
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
I remember reading City of Ember! It was fun; I really enjoyed it, but it’s been a while. Maybe I should read it again. I think sometimes I read too much lol. I am currently reading an Amelia Peabody; a mystery series about this woman who’s an Egyptologist and somehow, there always manages to be a murder in her vicinity. She’s pretty hilarious, especially after she gets married (though the fact that she is married leads to some . . . suggestive material). I’m also reading the Mary Russell series, also a mystery, in which Sherlock Holmes meets this kid and makes her his apprentice. On the fantasy side of things, I like Howl’s Moving Castle, which is rather goofy (sorry, humorous). I know some people (namely my mom) don’t like that kind of book, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Brandon Sanderson’s stuff is quite good, though it can be a little darker. Mistborn is good (though dark), Tress is light fun, and so is the Rithmatist. And, I mean, Lord of the Rings is AMAZING if you can get through it.
That’s such a fun craft! Those dolls sound so cute! My church isn’t quite big enough to need someone in the nursery all the time, though that’s likely to change soon, all the couples who got married in the last two years have little ones now. If/when they need volunteers, I should do that, ‘cuz I love kids, babies especially.
Oh man, now that I think about it, the pieces have been floating around for about two years. I didn’t realize it’d been so long😅. I’m not super focused though, so I don’t have a ton to show for all that time. How long have you been working on your story for?
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Agatha Christie is a lot of fun! I think one of my favorites by her is the Secret Adversary, though I haven’t read it in a while. I recently read Curtain: Poirot’s last case, and I can’t decide what I think about that. The last book in a series is always kind of sad. Some of my other favorite authors/books are Brandon Sanderson, Howl’s Moving Castle, and Amelia Peabody (mystery series), not to mention Lord of the Rings. Brandon Sanderson has some really fun young adult stuff: great characters, fun plot, etc. And then there’s his adult stuff, which is also awesome. He’s a great author, but he’s also kind of evil about killing his characters. I remember really loving the Wingfeather Saga when I read it; the third book especially is AMAZING. Do you have other mystery authors that you enjoy? I’m always on the look out for more books, especially ones that aren’t fantasy/sci-fi. I tend to read too much of that.
I like that way of looking at stories. I have a sister who draws, and that’s often how she comes up with stories (I think, anyways).
I think my current story is a pretty good example of how I come up with things. I started out with a couple characters and an itch to write. Then I realized that said characters would fit well in a world called Firneth (which came into being when the phrase “By all four Dragons and eighteen Winds!” popped into my head). That gave me a couple more characters and the beginnings of a plot. A vaguely remembered book blurb sparked a scene that resulted in a real problem to solve. A couple more scenes, a few more dreams, and a LOT of brainstorming later, I now have something that begins to resemble a story. I also often find books that look really interesting and turn out to be not at all good, and that inspires me to write my own version. And I have one story where the inspiration was, ‘let’s write a cliché YA book, but let’s do it well’.
Other than writing and drawing, what do you enjoy doing? I saw that you like crafting, what sorts of crafts do you do? I really like to embroider; playing with colors is my favorite.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Your world sounds pretty cool! I’m afraid I’m generally not very good at world building. When I started writing, I was mildly obsessed with winged beings, so I wrote some about that. Also elemental magic. I’d enjoyed stories involving teams of kids, all with different strengths, so I used that quite a bit. The result was a story with about a million characters and almost as many plots, which didn’t work so well, but hey, I had fun. Maybe at some point I’ll go back, fix it up, and finish it. What did you like to write, starting out?
I would LOVE to write like Tolkien: style, worldbuilding, and all. It’s just kind of like, ‘wow, where do I even start?’ If I could get to where I write on a level with Andrew Peterson, I think I’d be happy. Would you ever make writing your career? I’d like to be an author at some point, but I don’t know that I’d want to make it my full-time job. Maybe once I have a little more life experience.
Ooh, picking favorites is hard. I recently wrote a short story called the Last Lonely Lion, and I was very fond of the lion. He’s a writer and rather pathetically friendly. I think my all time favorite character would have to be Veera. She was originally a character that I added into the whole Marvel universe, and she embodies my bubbly, sarcastic, mischievous side (which is a very small side of me and rarely comes out. That’s probably why I like her so much.) I have a hard time envisioning her as anything other than a nine year old. The idea of her growing up makes me sad. There’s also Kianda, who is my token moody, deeply scarred character. Who are your favorites?
So, the story I want to be working on is called the Wind’s Apprentice. It was inspired by a number of dreams I had (that’s how a lot of my stories start) and as a result, I’ve had some plotting issues with it. The setting is a small kingdom which recently went through a revolution. The new king is having issues with a couple of his advisors (the Wind and the Loki) and his court may or may not be gearing up for a revolution (led by Goya, a nobleman with a passion for hunting). Which is practically its own plot, BUT my story follows a kid called Denari (the apprenticed wind) who is on a quest to find an Otherworldly Being called the Nim (which was accidently awakened by the Loki) before various other evil people (Goya) do. The Loki is trying to help Denari and hold the kingdom together, but Lokis are notorious for making messes out of things, so she winds up complicating matters. Obviously I need to work on a story synopsis. But first I would have to know where exactly the story is going . . .
Have you got favorite books/authors? Have you read anything good over the summer?
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Hi Zee! I’m Lydia. I love writing, reading, and music. Unfortunately, I cannot do art, but I greatly admire those who can. When did you start writing? I started when I was twelve because I also daydream a ton, and I couldn’t focus on school because of it. Writing helped me live a little more in ‘the real world’. Is there an author that inspires you or that you hope to write like one day? Ideally, I’d like to write like Brandon Sanderson, but I’m still a looong ways from that. What’s your favorite part of writing? Mine is characters; I tend to be rather inordinately fond of them and their interactions.
Nice to meet you!
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
