New Story Again…

Ug. I have the ideas for my two other stories, just not the motivation. I’m a horrible person, aren’t I? At least with my release schedule. I doing it mostly for myself anyway, so yeah, motivation to write is definitely an issue. And free time is more distracting than I thought it’d be.

So, once more, taking a break from the other two. Seren Ynys Online is going to take a while to get it going anywhere. I just don’t have as much brainstorming on the plot line as I do with Come Sevenfall. Plus that kind of plot line requires so much mechanics to it that I haven’t gotten to. Come Sevenfall has had years just floating around in my head, and when compared to that, Seren Ynys just falls flat on its face.

Of course I’m going to work on both of them, I just felt like I needed a refresher. Something with a little bit of a simpler story line, with not so many rules, or at least simpler ones, to the world. So, solution: Haven in a Dangerous World. And… I just like dungeon building stories. hehe.I’ll be posting this one on Royal Road, just like I did with Come Sevenfall and Seren Ynys.



The will of my people placed upon
me shall not break.
I will not be overcome.

My final stand is here.
My stance shall not change.
Till my dying breath I will not falter.
This is my dying ground and
not one shall pass while my heart still
beats within my chest.

This is my resolve,
my fierce motivation.
I will protect those that stand behind me
for they are worth protecting,
even if I must pay the final price.


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1.1 – Reincarnation Force

The most dangerous, most unfriendly environments known to humankind are not the monster filled forests of Kith Kilan, nor the hostile Suon Kiin deserts to the south, for those a man might survive in if he is well prepared. No, the land that kills is the northern expanse: The Rhew.

Barmir’s Guide to the Unknown, 976 


I stare blearily at the two men in front of me, one of which is screaming cuss words at the other. My hearing’s going in and out, though, so I’m not quite sure what he’s saying. Not that it matters. Dad warned me about this. Warned me repeatedly, in fact. Don’t go kicking hornet nests. I give a weak chuckle, ignoring the cussing man gesturing furiously at me. Gosh, it hurts to laugh.

I had kicked open a big one. My luck’s run dry, and everything’s coming back to bite me. I shift my hand covering my stomach. It’s strangely warm compared to my other one. Random thoughts continue to swarm my head.

Eighteen years of running around, constantly trying to keep the stupid boys of my delinquent riddled school and neighborhood in check. Pride surged through me. I did done a darn good job, the best anyone could ask for. The stupid boys learned to avoid me and the girls under my protection, and if they didn’t learn fast enough, they got a broken nose and a mouthful of loose teeth for their stupid antics. I wasn’t gonna take any of their nonsense.


Character – 1.2

Welcome to Seren Ynys Online

I blinked. It was a lot take in. Even though it was just the log in screen, it was almost overwhelming how intense the colors were, dyed mostly with a particular blue I felt I could almost get lost in if I stared at it too long. It really was unlike any color I had seen before. How did they make it like that? Blue Byd. It was like they did the impossible: inventing a never before seen color. Heck, I really don’t think that is possible. Haven’t they already filled in the color wheel?

I shook my head before I sunk any deeper and blushed when I realized my jaw had been open the whole time. This wasn’t time to appreciate colors. There were more exciting things to do. Like character customization. I flushed with excitement and turned my attention back to the screen.

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Chapter 7 – Page 4

Seven hadn’t been awake long before he was dragged out of his cage. He stood groggily as a collar and manacles were strapped on his neck, wrists, and ankles. He shook his wrists, causing the chain connecting them, long enough to brush the floor, to clink. A separate chain from the metal collar led like a leash to the man who woke him, a large burly man with more scars than face. The man tugged on the chain, causing Seven to stumble, and dragged the boy out of the room. A second, lankier covered in tattoos brought up the rear. Seven hadn’t noticed him until then.

Directly out side of the room was a long set of stairs. The burly man tugged him towards it and started up the steps. Seven tried to climb them, but the chain connecting his feet together was too short to climb up them at the pace the huge man was going. The man growled the second time he missed a step and hauled him up the rest of the stairs using the chain.

Seven’s feet barely touched the ground the whole way, and by the time they reached the top of the stairs, he was turning blue with his hands clutching at the collar. Seven was grateful that the man dropped him at the top of the stairs. He took great sputtering breaths as a meek looking man approached the burly one.

“Mr. Simmons wants him on stage in ten,” the meek man said gesturing to Seven.

The burly man scowled and said, “You think I don’t know that already? Why do you think I brought him out of that brackin’ pit. You know what? I’m done with this. You take it.” He shoved the chain into the meek man’s hands. “Come on, Jake, let’s go find ourselves a drink.” The burly man turned to leave. The tattooed man nodded and followed after him.


Chapter 7 – Page 3

“What are we doing here?” Lex leaned over to Ahmed and whispered. “Weren’t we going to storm the place?”

“And start a gang war?” Ahmed raised an eyebrow. “My good friend, you are far too anxious to be thinking clearly. My, my, what a papa bear you’ve become. I would have never guessed.”

Lex glared at him.

“Sit patient, Lex. In due time, you’ll have your son back.”

“How? You never said, just kinda rushed me out the door. And he’s not my son. Not really anyway.”

“Might as well be,” Ahmed coughed. “Mr. Palming, Mr. Palming. You should know by now that to me money is no object.” He rubbed the ruby on his finger. “Now let me say again, sit tight and in a bit, consider my debt to you to be finally repaid.”

Lex sighed as he shifted uncomfortably in the velvet seat and tried not to glare at the people around him.


Spirit of the Swamp

Ghost in the rushes,
Please come out,
But only watch as we pass on by.

Forgive us for disturbing your long
And restless sleep. If you let us,
We’ll make our way carefully by.

Spirit of the swamp,
Please take no offense.
We give no pretense or lies.

It won’t be long, sir, and
We’ll be on our way once
The Lord Sun does fully rise.

Good day to you, lost soul.
We pray you find your way
With our offering of fruit and rye.

Thank you for you kindness
In staying your hand and
Only watching as we pass on by.


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Tides of War

Hold tight to your rafts, men.
We march at dawn.
This is war and
Tides change with the wind.
Make sure not to drown.

The sea is bloody red, men,
As far as the eye can tell.
It’s stifling and
Heat presses down like an oven.
Make sure not to get swallowed.

Change–it’s coming, men;
The chink in the armor.
It’s a break and
We’ll come surging through.
Make sure to not fall behind.

Look here. We’re alive, men.
We’ve fought through the night.
The sun is risen and
Help is rushing from our backs.
Make sure not to cry.


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Flushing Red – 1.1

I stared down at the box resting in front of the door to my apartment. With my foot, I nudged it and let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t move. Someone in the neighborhood had the penchant for leaving boxes of animals at my doorstep. There was one with a litter of kittens, one with at least eight pigeons, and the one with pit terrier.

The terrier… My arm tingled just thinking about it. It latched onto my arm the moment I opened the box, which sent me rolling down the stairs. It ended with a broken ankle.

I nudged the box again, just to make sure there wasn’t anything alive inside, then knelt down and examined it close. Sure enough, Blue Byd’s logo stood proudly on the box’s side.

Giddiness flooded through me. I blushed. My whole face turned red.

“Aw, Crap!” I covered my face with my hands. Why do I always do that?


New Story

Hi guys, how’s it been with you? Sorry, I haven’t updated in a while. This is getting to be the busiest part of the semester, so I’m not sure when my next update on Come Sevenfall will be. I’ll try to get it to you soon.

As a side note, thought I’d try to take a little break from Come Sevenfall and try my hand at a new story. Come take a look at it. Seren Ynys Online ToC. I’ll be posting this one on Royal Road, like I did with Come Sevenfall. I’m hoping I can get far in this one.

I would sometime like to work on my other story, They Call Me Incomplete. I love the initial idea of it, it’s just sadly, I don’t have much of a plot line to work with on it. I’ll have to brainstorm and story board a whole lot before I can really start working on it.

Thanks for visiting me!!!!