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.

Writing LGBT+ characters

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There is terrible lack of diversity and even when there is diversity it is often not done well. Just having a LGBT+ character for the sake of having a LGBT+ character can sometimes be worse than not having any at all. Being gay is not a personality trait! Being gay can something that defines a character but it should not be the only thing that defines a character. Sexuality defines you as a person because society defines you by your sexuality. When you are writing a LGBT+ character you need to be aware of how their society thinks of or treats LGBT+ people. Especially if your character is in a contemporary story the climate they live will shape their behavior.

A few things to think about when writing about LGBT+ characters.

  1. How does the society in your story treat or think of LGBT+ character? Do they treat lesbians and gay men differently? Do they treat trans men and trans women differently? What does your society think about queer people, non-binary, pansexual, polysexual, asexual etc.
  2. Everyone is a little bias and close-minded. Even if your main character (queer or not) will have their own biases. No one is perfect because most biases are unconscious and are ingrained in us. Your character working through their own hang ups can be part of their journey. There are gay men who are sexist, trans people who are racist and bisexuals who are homophobic. Be aware of your own biases because they do translate into your story.
  3. Is your character openly LGBT+ and to who? A character can be open about their gender and sexuality to their friends but not to their work, family, school etc.
  4. How are they treated because of their gender/sexuality?
  5. Avoid stereotypes. This can be difficult to avoid because there are people who behave like the stereotype and their are people who do not. Sometimes I feel that writers will have stereo-typically gay character but have them only as sidekicks and or background characters.
  6. Sometimes you just cannot relate. If you are heterosexual and cis gender you just cannot relate to LGBT+ characters. You do not know how they feel or how they behave. LGBT+ people have to think a lot more about things straight do not have to bother with.
  7. Not having LGBT+ characters does not make your story homophobic/transphobic. Having LGBT+ character does not make your story not homophobic/transphobic.

Do

  1. Do research. Talk to LGBT+ people about your character or simply about their experiences.
  2. Do add LGBT+ characters if you want to, even  if you are not LGBT+ yourself.
  3. Do add different LGBT+ characters. Not just gay, lesbians and bisexuals. Add trans people, queer people, asexual people, poly-sexual people, demisexual, intersex, non-binary, gender fluid etc.

Do not

  1. Do not make your character stereotype but do not pretend they do not exist.
  2. Do not make their gender/sexuality their entire personality.
  3. Do not add LGBT+ characters simply to add diversity.
  4. Do add LGBT+ characters to simply kill them off (or try not to). It is a morbid cliche at this point.
  5. Do not make them magic because of their gender/sexuality. Sometimes writers can try too hard and make their LGBT+ character so amazing they are not realistic and are basically magic.

Adding LGBT+ characters are great! Their is a severe lack of them and many people are starving for them. Although I think sometimes people tend to like character who are not that great simply because they are desperate for any LGBT+ character (me included). I think people tend to forget how important media can be in influencing your perception of LGBT+ people as well as to come to term with their own sexuality/gender.

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.