Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 100

Helen gripped Castor’s shoulder, “are you alright? You seem upset.” Helen held the horses reins as she lead the party to the edge of Pyropolis. It was still dark when they left that morning but they had walked slowly and now the sun was high in the sky. A beautiful sunny like today would be a blessing to most countries but most countries were not mostly desert and hot air.

“I am fine,” muttered Castor, “it is just that… I guess I failed right? I couldn’t bring a flower back. I was so close.. but then Pollux got in the way.”

“You don’t really think THAT is what he intended?”

“What else am I suppose to think?” grumbled Castor. He kicked a stone on the ground which rolled a foot away. Anneli held Castor’s hand tighter than usual.

“It could be worse,” replied Helen.

“It can always be worse, it doesn’t make me feel any better udade.”

“Have faith,” replied Helen and slapped Castor on the back. It stung more than she intended. Castor’s wounds besides his cracked rib had already healed but he was still sore. “Wait for me here,” instructed Helen, “I’ll see about getting some camels.”

Castor leaned against a tall fence which enclosed around a group of horses and llamas. Helen entered a small stone building, with a wooden sign above the door proclaiming ‘CAMELS AND HORSES FOR TRADE, SALE AND RENTING’ in three languages. The air was dense with the musty pungent smell of wet sweaty fur and animal refuse. Disgruntled horses neighed and kicked in their overcrowded and overheated lodgings. A camel in the fenced plot in front of Castor stared at him for an extended minute silently judging him while it chew cud.

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Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 98

“So what? We should do nothing?” growled Helen. She stood up and paced up and down the five feet of the cell. “We can break out of here. These old rusted cages will be easy to shatter.”

“No. If we break out and run away they will hunt us down. They will continue to chase us for god knows how long. And even when they finally give up we will still be looking over our shoulders. Right now, we wait for them to make the first move.”

“But Pollux-”

“Pollux won’t dare hurt us!” snarled Castor. “He is too soft. Unlike father he is too soft to hurt us.”

Helen glared at Castor and tapped her foot against the ground. Anneli felt a breeze as the stale air began to swirl around her.

“Helen stop making a fuss, we will get out eventually.”

“But when Castor? WHEN?”

chink 

The sound of clinking metal rung through the hollow dungeons. Heavy steps, clinking metal and softly crackling fire grew closer. A orange glow in the darkness approached their cell, a hooded figure holding a ring of thirty keys. The figure hung their lamp on a hook by the cell and then systematically checked each key in the ring with the lock on the iron bar door. Castor glanced at Helen who was creating a whirl of wind around her fingers.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” asked Anneli.

“Oh sorry,” chirped the figure, who then removed their hood and let their half braided hair tumble out.

“ARALIYA?” exclaimed Helen.

“Shhhh! Be quiet!” whispered Araliya. “There are still guards upstairs, they might hear.”

The lock cracked open at the twelfth key. The door creaked as it was slowly pushed open. “Follow me,” whispered Araliya as she took her lamp off the hook. They followed her along the dark narrow passages deeper and deeper into the dungeon bowels. The air got more humid and the ground got wetter as they walked. After what felt like hours they arrived at a decrepit door. Thin slivers of light passed through cracks and holes in the wood. It took Araliya a few tries until she finally shoved the door open.

Their eyes stung as they were bathed in the Pyropolis sunlight. The sound of gulls, waves and chatter surrounded them.

Castor looked around in absolute disbelief. “How… how did we get to port?”

“The dungeons have passages that lead all over the city,” said a familiar voice.

Castor froze as his brother embraced him. Pollux had barely looked at him these past years and Castor could never imagine his brother would touch him. When he let go all Castor do nothing but laughed.

“What’s going on?” demanded Helen, stamped her foot and clenched her hands.

“We are helping you escape,” replied Pollux.

“You are the one who arrested us in the first place!”

“That’s because you’re the dumb ass who stomped into the palace after leaving and returning with an unregistered razor ship. Everyone already found out about it and I can’t let them know that I helped you. I told you to be subtle and you are everything but that!” retorted Pollux and for once Helen was quiet.

“Castor…” began Pollux, “I’m sorry for all that I have done all these years. I was wrong I realize that now. Everything is going to change now.”

“What are you planning on doing?”  asked Castor.

“First of all, I will handle everything and get you two…three out of the city as quietly and quickly as possible. Don’t worry about your arrest, they were my guards and the ministers already know what father did. And secondly, father’s behavior is unacceptable we won’t let him get away with it.”

Update 9 June 2017

No updates in my story today. I have spent all day writing and re-writing my outline and summary for the second arc for my story. I changed the a lot of things about the beginning of the second arc so I need to change my plan for the end of the second arc so the next few chapters will be later than planned. I also want to start sending my story to beta-readers soon so I am currently editing/re-writing from the beginning. If you are interested in beta-reading let me know.

 

Thank you.

Goals for June 2017

June has just begun and I am really behind on my ideal post schedule (1 post per day) so I set myself some goals that I really want to accomplish. In the ed of June I will see how many I managed to achieve!

  1. Get at least a 150 views
  2. Get 10 more followers
  3. Publish 30 posts
  4. Finish the first arc of my story and start the second arc
  5. Edit the first half of my first arc
  6. Get beta-readers for my first arc
  7. Write 10 chapters of my new arc
  8. Write 4 non-story related blog post

Fidiom Myths :Part 1 The beginning

In the beginning there was only the eternal sea Zala which spread across all of eternity. From the center of Zala the great snake Fidim emerged. Fidim had left an emptiness in Zala which drained the eternal sea creating a funnel. This funnel caused everything around it to spin. The spinning made Fidim dizzy so he shed his skin to remove the toxins. The toxic discarded split into two creating Charodis and Pikros. Charodis is time and matter and takes the form of the eternal bull. Pikros is virtue and power and takes the form of the perpetual fish, who dies and is reborn every thousand years. Charodis and Pikros despite being siblings would fight constantly about who is more powerful and important. Fidim annoyed by their bickering swallowed them both whole. To finally decide who was better Charodis and Pikros had a contest to see who could create more wonderful things. Charodis broke off a piece of his horn created and the earth, the moon, the sun, and all eight other planets. Pikros created light, music, and language using his scales. All this commotion gave Fidim is stomach ache so he spat out Charodis, Pikros and all of their creations. Charodis and Pikros demanded Fidim to decide who between them was better. Fidim using a drop of venom from his fangs created a hundred thousand stars, nebular, galaxies and planetary bodies. Then from a tear Fidim created love, fear, anger, surprise, happiness, sadness, jealousy, curiosity, knowledge, wisdom, bravery, loyalty, honesty, lies, warmth, cold and anxiety. Fidim told Charodis and Pikros that both of them had lost. Fidim then breathed over what had been made and created life in the planetary bodies and cursed them with the emotions and sensations that he and Pikros created. Fidim punished Charodis and Pikros by forcing them to now take care of the life that had been created because of them. Soon Charodis and Pikros were overwhelmed as there were too many lives on too many planets so they decided make the new gods.

Chapter 80 Fluttering

Castor spent the next three hours walking up and down the docks asking various captains and sailors if they were going to the red continent or Pyropolis. They all gave similar answers, they do not go to Pyropolis, they do not trade in foreign lands, they do not take passenger, to fuck off, or they do not have room. The sun was now setting in the horizon and Castor could see the darkness rising in the east.

“Sorry son, we don’t go to the red continent, you will have better luck going to Stratus and asking there. This part of the country has no need to fancy foreign imports.”

“Thank you,” replied Castor and turned to leave. His feet were tired, his chest was heavy and he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.

“Hey boy!” shouted the sailor as Castor was walking away, “I just remembered, I heard a ship from the red continent arrived at port this afternoon. But it is not a cargo or passenger ship. It is on the other side of the docks but you can ask them if they can take you.” The sailor pointed to the other end of the docks were the private ships usually were.

Castor shouted his thanks and galloped towards the other side of the docks. For the first time today he was feeling elated and optimistic.  When he saw the ship from the distance and his heart began to beat. The smooth curved design of Pyropolis ships were different from the large bulky Saxon ships that dominated the port. The dark wood color and the red sails were meant to be daunting but made Castor feel nostalgic, yet when he got close enough to see the finer details his blood ran cold. The ship was very large, much larger than the ship Castor came in. He recognized it as one of the royal army’s razor ships, which was know for its speed. Castor recognized the eagle carving on the side of the ship, it was his father’s symbol, this was his father’s ship. His father must have sent more people to find him after he got away.

Without thinking Castor turned and ran away towards the directions of town, to the inn, to Anneli. In his panic he did not care to be polite or try to avoid passes-by on the busy streets. Tripping on one of the cobble stones Castor slammed into someone.

“Sorry,” said Castor on reflex.

The man was tall and strangely muscular. Something is not right. The man turned and he saw the fearsome face and glaring eyes of a Pyropolis solider. Not any solider but one of his father’s person guards.  One of the solider that he had come with Castor to this country. One of solider that was sent to kill him the first time. Castor’s his mouth gaped and was paralyzed. The solider was equally shocked to see him as well. The solider looked as if the golden fleece had fallen from the sky and landed right in front of him.

“P-prince Castor?”

The solider’s words triggered a flood of a red hot adrenaline through Castor’s body. Castor kicked the solider between the legs. He ran away immediately and did not see the solider collapse on the ground. Castor zigzagged through the crowds and all over town loose anyone following him. The sun was low in the horizon and the lamps were being lit when Castor arrived at the inn. The slamming door woke Anneli up. Castor collapsed against the bed in the suffocating little room. He took off his coat and climbed onto the bed. His lungs were on fire, his throat was dry, his muscles were aching and he could barely catch his breath.

“Castor, what’s wrong?”

Castor hugged Anneli. Anneli could hear Castor’s loud racing heart and feel his radiating heat. He was panting, sweating and in pain. Anneli did not say anything more, he hugged Castor and patiently waited for Castor calmed down.

Anneli felt as if time itself stood still as they lay in bed. Castor had hugged him before but never this tightly and never this long. Anneli felt a fluttering in his chest. The same fluttering he had ignored when they had first met but now it was overwhelming and all-consuming. Anneli had pretended not to know what this feeling was. He had repressed it and convinced himself that it was not real. The guilt and knowing that nothing good would ever come from this feeling made him want to cry.

Chapter 78 the sea

Annli silently followed Castor.

Shhhhshaaa shhhhhshaa shhhhshaaa

The rhymic sound of splashing Anneli had heard since he arrived in the walled city was  getting louder and louder. The sound of gulls was becoming more audible and the air saltier.

“This is probably the port,” said Castor pointing to the distance. Anneli looked and saw a gigantic lake covered by all manner of strange vessels.”

“What are those?” asked Anneli.

“Those are ships and boats,”

“Are we going on one of them to cross the sea,”

“Hopefully,” replied Castor with a pang of disapointment in his voice.

Shhhhshaaa shhhhshaaa shhhshaaa shhhhshaaa

The sound grew louded. Anneli and Castor walked along the docks passing all manner of strange boats in various shapes and sizes. They came to the edge of the docks and Castor helped Anneli down the ladder to the beach. As his feet touched the ground he felt the strangest sensation of grainy bits of rock engulfing his feet. He lifted his leg but the sand stuck to the sole of his feet stubbornly.

“It is sticky and grainy,” complained Anneli. Castor burst out laughing.

“That… that is just how sand is.”

“Like the sand in the desert?” asked Anneli placing his foot back down.

“Not exactly. The sand in the desert is dry so it won’t stick to you as much but it still gets everywhere. But the sand here is rather large and corse compared to sand back home. Even on the beaches the sand is softer and finer and a brighter yellow compared to here. Ah! Let’s go to the sea!”

The sea was vast, far beyond anything Anneli could fathom. It was a hundred thousand times larger than he had thought and it spread to the horizon and wrapped around the coast. The water curled into large waves and turned white as it hit the rocks or the beach. To Anneli it looked like the snapping foaming maws of a gigantic beast. Castor had already taken off his shoes and rolled up the bottom of his trousers.

“Come one Anneli let’s go in.”

Anneli shook his head.

“Why? Are you scared?”

Anneli again shook his head. He looked at the sea, into its vast infinite unknown and felt a sense of mounting doom he could not quite comprehend.

“Come on Anneli,” said Castor extending his hand to Anneli, ” it is a lot more fun than it looks.”

Anneli placed the plant on the beach and cautiously took Castor’s hand, letting him take him to the water.

“Ahhh! It’s cold isn’t it!” exclaimed Castor as he stepped into the water. The shallow waves gently lapped their feet.

“It is alright isn’t it?” asked Castor.

“Yeah, it is alight.”

“Good let’s go deeper!” said Castor with a large smile taking a step deeper into the sea, pulling Anneli along with him. The water was now half-way up Anneli’s calf and the bottom of his cape was soaking wet. Anneli looked at Castor who was smiling brightly and almost beaming with joy. Anneli had never seen Castor as happy as he looked at this moment. Anneli turned to the horrizon and inhaled the salty sea spray. He himself did not know why but a certain part of him felt more alive than ever standing in the sea looking towards the great beyond. He let himself be lost in the hypnotic rhythm of the waves.

Shhhhshaaa shhhhshaaa shhhhshaaa shhhhshaaa

Chapter 75 Sulking

During the next few days the journey by caravan, Castor spent most of is time in the caravan with Anneli. Even though Castor did not intend to he was in a foul mood and a considerable amount of pain so would occasionally snap at Anneli.

“Get off Anneli!”

Anneli frowned and moved to the other side of the caravan. He curled himself into a ball under his blanket and pouted for a few hours. Castor barely moved during the day preferring to dwell in his pain and self pity. He did not move as much as he should have or talk nearly as much as he usually did. He slept most of the first day and. Now bored and alone as Anneli had gotten sick of his attitude and only spoke to him to remind him to eat and take medicine. On the third day since leaving the village Castor had lost track of the time and was submerged in his own thoughts. Anneli, not yet having forgiven Castor tugged on the fabric of his clothing.

Castor looked up at Anneli blankly. “Will you finish reading this to me?” asked Anneli holding the book of fairy tales in his hand. Castor did not especially want to but knew he had been treating Anneli unfairly took the book and opened to the last page they were reading.

“The wizard stroked his chin in deep thought. ‘Take this,’ said the wizard and took a small bottle of dark glass from his shelf full of glass vessels. ‘The forest is cursed so that no man may enter. If you drink this you will be able to enter the forest but at night you will turn into a beast. You must be careful as at night all manner of horrifying ghouls and monsters trudge through the forest but you must be brave, it  will be only at night you will find your way. During the day when you are a man the forest itself will play tricks on your mind and make you hopelessly lost and paranoid but you must remember not to believe your senses in the forest. Only trust your heart.’

“The knight took vessel, and asked to pay to wizard. ‘I cannot except your payment yet. Once you have completed your quest, I rather not have the copper of a man I may ave lead to death for following my advice.’ The knight thanked the wizard and left. He drank the entire vessel standing before the forest and stepped among the trees with little effort. As he walked through the forest he noted the quietness and remembered the wizards words to not trust his senses. The forest began to grow darker and darker, the sun which had been at its peak set in a matter of minutes. It was strange, sudden and filled the knight with dread. He questioned how long had he been walking. Had it been hours but felt like minutes? How long had he been in the forest? How many hours or days had passed? Was it just the forest playing tricks on him?

“He thought about the wizards words. His heart was beating rapidly, he could feel the pulsation throughout his body. ‘I could not have been traveling for hours I do not feel fatigue, thirst or hunger,’ the knight thought to himself. He closed his and placed his hand on his chest and focuses on calming himself down. He slowly opened his eyes. It was no longer pitch black but day light once again. The forest cannot be trusted. The knight walked through the forest for what felt like hours but he could not be sure. He could not get her baring and everything looked the same. He was convinced that he was simply walking in circles. As the light grew dim and darkness fell the knight began to feel dizzy, ‘is this a trick of the forest?’ he asked himself. He glanced at his hand, it was transparent. His vision became very blurry and then pitch black. He began to panic but within a few minutes his vision returned. He looked around the forest at dusk and saw only endless trees. Yet it was strange, everything was taller than usual. He looked down once again at his hands and saw that they were now hooves. He had turned in to a pig.”