"The Nameless Waltz" by Constanza Mayer

Mr. Thomas: Part 1

This is an original story I'm working on, started yesterday. Hope you like it :) Not fantasy at all, more like 'a fantasy.'

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It was a rainy day in London. The sweet smell of pavement filled the air and the pitter patter of my boots made me think of a concert, the percussion section. I was making my way towards the usual cafe I always go to sit down and work on my book while having a cup of tea or coffee, but it seemed too far a distance to walk now and I’d forgotten my umbrella. Great idea to wear boots that can stand puddles and rain, but to completely forget your umbrella. But it didn’t really matter because I wouldn’t have found it if I’d remembered. Yes, it: the cafe that would change my life forever.

I’d seen the place before. It was clearly a bit posh and I wouldn’t have dared to go in before, mainly because of my budget, but this time it was different: it was calling out to me and it was the only cafe nearby. I looked up at the beautiful bronze letters that spelt out its name and placed my hand on the doorknob to find myself pushing unnecessarily since someone was already opening the door for me.

“Thank you,” I said feeling rather stupid. Of course, they would have a doorman.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” said the hostess. “Any particular place you’d like to sit?”

I looked around and saw a few empty spaces, mainly small tables with a few chairs here and there, but right across from me, in an almost hidden corner, I saw a large warm-looking armchair, its color almost like rust, and I knew I had to sit there.

“Yeah,” I found myself saying without looking at her, not meaning to be rude. “I’m just gonna sit over there.”

The hostess nodded and I am certain that she would have led the way, hadn’t I done so first. I must have looked like a madwoman now that I remember it, but I truly felt that the armchair was somehow calling me. As I reached it, I placed my hand on its velvety skin, sat my bag down on the armchair next to it, and sat slowly down. It was magic. Right across the armchair was a beautiful garden. It was vast and elegant, not too large, but it was the most inspiring sight I had seen in a long time. The colors of the flowers were soothing, some blue and purple with the bright pollen shining inside them. I was reminded of Van Gogh’s paintings of lilies and so many a flower, and I felt that it was a magical hour, so I decided to stay no matter the cost.

“Would you like to order anything or do you prefer a few moments to have a look at the menu?” I suddenly heard the waitress speaking.

“Oh,” I said a bit startled from my daydreaming. “Tea would be fine. Earl grey, please.”

“I’ll be back shortly,” she replied and left.

As I made my way down the street with my bag over my right shoulder, I breathed in the damp night air. It wasn’t cold at all, after all, it was Spring and I loved it. I would come again, I decided. I would come again and write my heart out as long as it was me, the chair and the garden. Perhaps not every day, but at least once a week would help me to get things really started and, hopefully, finished.

I was completely lost by the view of the garden as if it were speaking to me. ‘Write’ it told me, ‘write me into this world.’ And I did. I grabbed my notebook, flipped it open, didn’t even bother to ask about WiFi since I didn’t need to be online to write and I just poured my soul out. I barely noticed when the tea arrived, forgot to the thank the girl and hoped it wouldn’t all be too costly at the end to give her a decent tip, at least. I wasn’t really writing about the garden, but instead about a magical land that in my mind had existed or could exist elsewhere in another universe. But the armchair and the garden, I felt, were my home and the perfect spot from me to write, no matter the cost.

After a few hours of ordering tea, a bit of lemon pie, an avocado sandwich and going to the bathroom every now and then, I found myself noticing that it was late and that it was already dark. I put my things away, asked for the check, felt slightly mortified by the figure, but I felt it had been worth it. I gave the girl a good tip in exchange for my poor standoffish attitude and left.

by Constanza Mayer

This picture reminds me of the coffee shop I imagined, mainly the colors, but I haven't quite found anything that looks just like what I see in my mind. This is The Ivy Chelsea Garden Cafe in London.

Yay!

Hey all! Re-reading Chapter 4 and loving it! :D Absolutely nothing I wanna change in the plot :3 So happy that my work is taking it's final shape :D I've decided to send my manuscript to a literary agent once it's done (only ones that can be 'trusted' of course) and see if traditional publishing is an option for me :3 BUT I would insist that I at least get to keep my illustrator or no deal :P Thanks for your time and support. Please check out my first 3 Chapters running for a Fantasy writing contest and vote for me if you like it :D Hugs!

Hola a todos! Re-leyendo el Capítulo 4 y amándolo! :D No hay absolutamente nada que quiera cambiar de el :3 Estoy muy feliz que mi trabajo esté tomando su forma final :D He decidido mandar mi manuscrito a un agente literario (sólo los 'comprobados y confiables') para ver si publicación tradicional es una opción para mi :3 PERO insistiría en por lo menos poder quedarme con mi ilustrador :P Gracias por su tiempo y apoyo. Por favor visiten el link y voten por mis tres capítulos del mi libro que ingresé para un concurse de literatura de Fantasía, espero que les guste :D Abrazos!

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Editing is Not Free :/

Hi again,

Since my book is going to editing over and over again till it's final version, it's going to cost me a lot of money. So I made this campaign just in case anyone would like to help. There 'prizes' for donations as well like being turned into a character, getting a free signed copy, etc :) Check it out :D

My Campaign/Donation Page

Hola otra vez,

Como mi libro va a pasar por revisión y edición una y otra vez hasta llegar a su versión final, va a costarme harto dinero. Por lo que decidí hacer una campaña donde me pueden ayudar. Simplemente con compartilo, me estás ayudando. Hay premios como ser transformado en un personaje del libro, o un libro gratis y firmado, etc. Mírenlo :D

Check Me Out! :D

Goor morning/afternoon/evening!

I am on a roll. Working on Scribophile has been the best experience ever! My chapters have been critiqued with the best tips ever, as well as received encouragement, and everything is turning out great! Anywho, if you'd like access to what I have ready so far, or also if you'd like to give your opinion, here's the link to my page at Scribophile.

Not only will you get to preview my book, but also give your opinion :)

Thanks for your time and support!

My Scribophile Profile! (Scroll down to 'Works')

Buenos días/tardes/noches!

Estoy full. Trabajando en mi libro a través de Scribophile ha sido la mejor experiencia de la vida! Mis capítulos has recibido muy buena crítica con consejos y elogios, así que hasta ahora todo va super! Bueno, si les gustaría ver lo que llevo hasta ahora, quizás dejar su opinion, les dejo el hipervínculo de mi perfil de Scribophile (es el de arriba). Está todo en inglés por ahora pero cuando el libro ya esté 100% listo lo traduciré con ayuda :)

Gracias por su tiempo y apoyo!

Back on Track!

Yay! My cold has almost completely gone away and I have been restored with the inspiration to write :3 Am completely happy with the final revision of the Prologue and Chapter 1. The final final final version will probably have a few changes here and there if suggested by my editor BUT I've made up my mind to finally just leave it alone and let it rest :) On to revising Chapter 2, will be adding just a bit more about the dwarves' story, Bazur and Nurunn, since the elves got their intro in Chapter 1 :) So excited and loving my first baby (thank God it's not a real one 'cause it's been more than 9 months in the making haha). Hugs and thanks for the support! :D

Yei! Mi resfrío se ha ido casi por completo y se ha retaurado mi inspiración para escribir :3 Estoy muy pero muy contenta con mi revisión del Prólogo y el Capítulo 1. La versión final final final quizás tenga algunos pequeños cambios pero sólo lo que sugiera mi editor PERO he decidido no tocarlos más y dejarlos descansar :) Ahora revisaré el Capítulo 2 donde agregaré más info de los enanos, Bazur y Nurunn, ya que a los elfos les tocó su debut en el Cap. 1 :) Estoy muy emocionada y amando mi primer bebé (por suerte no es un bebé de verdad porque lleva más de 9 meses jeje). Abrazos y gracias por el apoyo constante! :D

Working on Chapter 7

Hello!

How are you? Hope life's been good to you :) I've been trying to juggle work, family, friends, 'me time', and writing the book, the best I can.

I've recently finished editing Chapter 6 and I can seriously say that I am very content with the changes I've made! I expanded the story on the creation of Dôr Annon and its creators and rearranged some details that, for those of you who have been following the story, will notice. All in all, it's been no easy task, but it's been a good experience. Little by little, I'm discovering new things about my characters, seeing new paths for them and I love where they're taking me. It's been so long since I last wrote that I'd forgotten that feeling of discovering a story, a character's background. It really has been magical for me.

I hope to finish editing Chapter 7 from here to next Friday :) I've had some new ideas that I really want to add to this book. I know I haven't completely finished this, but I am truly looking forward to writing the next one and the one after that!

Thanks for your time and support and I hope you have a great weekend!

Hugs,

Constanza
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Hola!

Como están? Espero que la vida les esté tratando muy bien :) He estado tratando de complementar mi vida social, familiar, el trabajo, tiempo para mi misma, y trabajar en el libro, lo mejor que puedo.

Hace poco terminé de editar el Capítulo 6 y de verdad puedo decir que estoy muy feliz con los cambios que he hecho! Ha crecido la historia de Dôr Annon y sus creadores y he reubicado partes de la historia donde siento que suenan mejor y permiten una lectura más amena. Seguramente los que han tenido acceso a lo que llevo de mi libro, notarán los cambios cuando lean la versión final :) Todo esto no ha sido muy fácil pero si ha sido una experiencia increíble. De a poquito estoy descubriendo detalles de mis personajes que no estaban ahí antes, la historia de cada uno, su destino, se está desenvolviendo ante mi y llevando a lugares y situaciones que no me esperaba pero que hacen que la historia tenga más sentido y humanidad. Ha pasado tanto tiempo desde que he escrito que se me había olvidado lo mágico que es descubrir a un personaje, que se vuelvan 'personas'.

Espero terminar el Capítulo 7 de aquí al siguiente viernes :) He tenido unas nuevas ideas que quiero agregar. Se que no he terminado este libro aún pero la verdad es que no puedo esperar hasta escribir el siguiente y el que viene después!

Que tengan un lindo fin de semana!

Abrazos,

Constanza

Writing My First Book! by Constanza Mayer

Working IT ;D

Heyllo everyone!

How are you? Hope you're doing great! Me? I've just been a little busy between my work at school, home chores, writing the book, etc. (which I'm pretty sure most of you can understand). I've already edited Chapter 5 completely and am now working on 6. The book is looking so much better than before and I'm really happy that it's been evolving so much :)

Nonetheless, I made a little video of my playing on of my favorite songs from Howard Shore's "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" soundtrack: "In Dreams". Hope you like it and I will keep you posted with my work :D

Working!

Hello everyone! Hola a todos!

I just finished editing Chapter 4, so I'm very pleased with how things are going. I've been adding new parts due to the new characters I have, which are Bazur and Nurunn (dwarves, husband and wife), and little Telwen, the last human girl from the old continent.

Right now, I'm starting to work on Chapter 5 and since the book is pretty much written it will not be long before I get it published. Although, I've still gotta save up so I can afford a professional editing of the book. If you want to help me out or spread the word, please checkout this link where you can donate to help me publish my first book. I appreciate your help and time :)

Hugs,

Constanza
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Recién terminpe de editar el Capítulo 4 y estoy muy contenta de como va todo. He estado agregando nuevas partes al libro ya que tengo nuevo personajes como Bazur y Nurunn, dos enanos, y Telwen, la última humana de su tierra.

Por ahora estoy empezando a editar el Capítulo 5 y como el libro ya está practicamente escrito no faltará mucho por publicar. Sin embargo, aún debo ver como financio la revisión profesional de mi libro. Si quieren ayudarme, ya sea donando o compartiendo, por favor siga este hipervínculo donde pueden ayudarme con mi primer libro. Aprecio su ayuda y tiempo :)

Abrazos,

Constanza

The Battle of the Erathiel: Journey to Dôr Annon: Chapter 2: The Desert of Amdir (by Constanza Mayer)

CHAPTER 2

THE DESERT OF AMDIR

It did not take them long to disembark. There was excitement and hope in their hearts. They looked around for trees or any sign of vegetation, but there were none. Also for a river or stream nearby, but it was in vain. They had never seen a desert before, only heard of such places in tales. It was known that in those lands people lived in dire conditions. Their home had been quite different—green and with rivers, although their pureness and beauty had faded away drastically as the magic in their lands had as well.

            Bazur and Nurunn helped scout the land nearby. Even though elves possess a keener sense of sight and hearing, dwarves can endure heat far beyond humans and elves. It was not that they were ordered to do so, they volunteered. They took every step with no great effort, for the dwarf people are sturdy and enduring. Nurunn was one of the few dwarf women that had travelled across the sea. Sadly, she had been the only one to survive the journey and missing her friends and family was difficult to bear. Nonetheless, she was thankful that her husband was with her. They had married just before they left their home and wore rings forged from the minerals from their old home.

“Bazur!” said Nurunn. “Do you see the mountains ahead?”

Bazur stood only a few steps behind her and he quickly sprinted to her side. He was tall for a dwarf and had a friendly disposition. Being a young dwarf, his beard had yet many years to grow big and strong.

“I see them now,” said Bazur with a smile. “They do not look at all like the mountains from home. Look at how dry and red they are.”

“They seem to continue parallel to the seashore for quite a distance. Do you think we should follow them?” asked Nurunn.

Bazur stroked the bit of beard he had as he replied thoughtfully, “I believe so. It can provide us with shelter and also guide us through our journey. Can you imagine the minerals inside, Nurunn? The weapons we could make? The jewels?”

“I can,” she began with a smile. “Perhaps there are minerals that have not been discovered yet. Stones waiting to be polished by our hands. We could—” Nurunn stopped as she looked at her hands and remembered. Bazur saw her face change, her smile fade, and he took her hands in his.

“We will not let our people’s legacy fade, Nurunn. We have been chosen to carry out this important task—just you and I—and I am not saying that our people were meant to die that way or anything of the sort. I miss them just as you do. It’s just that I know that they are with us every step of the way. We can save what is left of our race because we are our race. We can do this together, Nurunn,” said Bazur with hope in his eyes.

“You are right. We can do this together. I know your heart suffers, for it is my heart as well. I just hope that with time we will both heal and make our people proud,” she said smiling gently.

Bazur embraced his wife and smelled the ocean in her hair as he replied, “We will, my love. We will make them proud.”

It was then when they saw Silme flying towards them. His silver wings made him look as if he were made of metal. They waved up at him as he descended a few feet and immediately they heard Thinidiel’s voice in their minds speak: My friends, please return and share with us what you have found. We must part soon. We shall wait for you. After he had delivered the message, Silme flew away back to the harbor. As he did so, he saw the dwarves become smaller little by little and soon he arrived where the others where. Everyone stood nearby the ship. Some were eating, others preparing and building the wagons for the road and the animals were calmly walking around or just waiting.

Among the animals stood out a majestic white she-wolf. She was great in size—enough for a grown person to ride—and elegant with each and every step she took. Her name was Faana and she was the Spirit Animal of one of the king’s sons: Valruin. Prince Valruin was the youngest of the royal family. He was a great warrior and the sword and daggers were his weapons of choice. His hair was long and dark like his mother’s, but his eyes were bright and silver like his father’s. Close behind him was his eldest brother, Camlhach, and he was grooming his mare, Tinwe—a silver coated beauty unlike any of the other horses they had brought. She was the last of her line, as many of their animals were. Prince Camlhach was quite different from his brother. He did not have dark hair, but instead his was golden and his eyes as well—it was a color known to some of the first elves of the past, before King Thinidiel’s time—and his weapon of choice was the bow and arrow, although he was a skilled fighter with any weapon in hand. There was not a single battle they had not fought together or where they had lost; they were their people’s pride, though they had always been a trio before the storm.  

“Oh, Faana,” sighed Valruin, “there is no grass to rest beneath you, nor tree to give you shade.” Faana looked around and then to Valruin who was searching his pack for the special food they had made for the animals. Luckily, elven cooking was very efficient and little bites could give you a great amount of nutrients. The dwarves had also taught them of their hearty meals and they had fusioned new food. As Faana ate, Valruin pulled out some of the fusioned food and bit off a bit.

“Who would have thought that one day we would be eating dwarf food, brother?” said Camlhach as he too feed Tinwe.

Valruin smiled and pulled out a satchel of the little water they had left to give to Faana. “This may all be new to us, but for the younglings and their children, sharing with dwarves will probably be one of the most natural things in the world. It is fine by me.”

“And by me,” replied Camlhach as he also gave some water to Tinwe. “I know we are not alike in many ways, but I am glad that we have them as allies and that we sealed a pact of friendship before the storm. I cannot believe that Bazur and Nurunn are the only ones left.”

Valruin took a sip and put his water away and Faana left his side to explore nearby. He walked over to his brother as he replied, his voice a little lower than before, “At least they have each other. Telwen is the only human left. Were it not that she has so many friends among our people, I fear she would be lost to agony.”

Camlhach sighed and turned to look at his brother. They both knew they could not allow themselves to become too attached to their emotions. Many found their people cold and heartless in their old home, but it was not that they delighted in having to suppress feelings and memories. The elves had always been misunderstood among other races, but with the last years in their home they had been able to show their new allies how they truly were. Luckily, the only dwarves and human left on the face of the world knew them and accepted them, as they did them.

Camlhach turned around and spread his arms as he surveyed the landscape and said to his brother, “Well, if this is to be our home, I shall require lighter attire.”

Valruin uttered the first laugh since their arrival in reply to his brother, strong and youthful like in his homeland, “And what would you require for this new attire, your highness? As you can see there is not even a leaf to hide your pale skin.”

Camlhach smiled and said, “There’s bound to be a leaf somewhere out there and you’d better search; otherwise, you’ll have to see far too much pale skin for your own sake!”

At the sound of Prince Camlhach’s remark, more than one elf laughed or a giggled, for the princes were known to have not only lightness of feet, but also of heart. Always a team in every deed as they attacked with such unity and might, that none had ever survived before their blade and arrow. Of course, it was also Tinwe and Faana who had helped them on their triumphant quests.

Valruin made a disapproving glare. “Mind you words, Camlhach. We do not wish to stir a fair maiden’s heart, now.”

His brother smiled, knowing that Valruin’s comment was not at all as serious as his face showed. Yet, he paused for a second, biting his lower lip as he looked back to the sea in thought. Valruin saw the look in his eyes, the longing, and quickly looked away.  

Thinidiel looked at his sons with a smile, for he admired their youth and light spirit, a trait not so common among the elven kind, and soon his eyes met that which was the loveliest of sights in the world. It was his queen and wife, Tin Nimtar who had been seeing to her people once again. She smiled at him, as if no harm had fallen upon them, no loss, and she made her way over to her husband, a beacon of hope as she passed by all Erathiel, illuminating their hearts as she held out her hands towards them, healing them with her ancient magic to give them strength and to take away their tears and pain. Her raven mantle moved gently with the hot desert wind, a dark and beautiful color uncommon amongst the Erathiel, for she had not been born among them. Her origin was known only to the keeper of her heart and he had unveiled it to no one.

“My lord,” she began with the gentlest of voices, “our people are hopeful and ready to part and Bazur and Nurunn are almost back. I believe we are ready for our new journey to start.”

“That is well,” replied Thinidiel, “The heat is strong, but the sooner we find shelter the better. Did you see to Telwen? Is she better, the poor girl?”

“I did and I feel darkness in her heart. I believe the loss is still very strong for her to bear, but Enora and the girls are ever by her side. Friendship and love will heal her,” replied Nimtar.

The king smiled as he caressed his wife’s face gently. He had always loved how small and gentle she was in comparison to most elves. However, the light in his eyes faltered but for a second and Queen Nimtar knew what had crossed his mind, for it was always present in hers and their hearts. She had reassured him that there was still hope and that it would be only a matter of time before they were united once again.

“Our sons look well,” she said with a gentle smile. “It seems as if the healing has already begun. Do not you think so, my love?”

Thinidiel’s eyes held uncertainty. “It seems so, but how can that be?”

Nimtar’s emerald eyes met with her husband. “It must be so. That or perish.” She paused only to touch his face, “You know that a broken heart is not something that I can mend, my love. Cry, as I have cried, but weep no more. I have yet to study the visions of the future, but one thing I truly know.”

Thinidiel looked at her almost timidly. “And what is that, my queen?”

She whispered back, “That nothing is ever truly lost if it wants to be found.”

It was then when Bazur and Nurunn had returned and all greeted them with happiness. Once they had reached the King and Queen they bowed and it was Bazur that spoke first.

“King Thinidiel, Queen Nimtar,” spoke Bazur, “we have scouted the land with Nurunn and it is as we suspected. The land is not difficult to walk upon and the wagons will not suffer the journey, for it is flat and smooth. There is both dirt and sand, but if we remain not too close to the sea, then we will have no need of treading on heavy sand.”

“We also saw that the mountains carry along next to the sea as far as we could see. Perhaps we could find shelter in these—a cave of some sort—and to use it as our guide along the journey,” spoke Nurunn.

“Thank you Bazur and Nurunn,” replied Queen Nimtar. “Now we can truly part and know that the road will be safe.”

Bazur and Nurunn bowed once again and took a step aside for the King to speak.

“My warriors, my children, my friends. Gather your belongings. We shall cross this desert of amdir, of hope, and find shelter by nightfall.”

About Chapter 2 and More!

Hello! Hola!

So, as I think, yes, I told you last night (I was almost asleep!), I finished the new version of Chapter 2! I'm gonna try and upload it soon to my blog :) I wanted to share with you a little bit about why I wanna write this book and any future book for that matter. I wanna change the world.

As you may know, but perhaps are not really conscious about it, art has a deep impact on humanity. Whether it be the beat of a drum, colors that mesmerize you, or words that support you. Art has a healing power and that is beautiful. I want my words and the stories I tell to touch people's hearts. I'm sure you will find universal truths and things that actually happen to us on a daily basis, but in a different world. How we overcome or problems, how it's OK to mourn and to love.

When I read a book, it's a process of adventure, self-discovery, entertainment, healing. If I achieve some of that, or all of that with you, then I will be content. I know how I can write a shallow book that will sell perhaps even more, but I don't care about sending that into the world. I feel that everyone has a great responsibility to shape humanity and their future, because we are the ones that mold the Earth. Also, if I become successful (although a dear friend of mine says that I should say 'When I become successful'), I would like to live off writing, but keep a part of my royalties to help the world through education. At least my country needs help and I know so many do and education is the key for our world to thrive together.

So you see? It's not all about me :) I hope that you too have it in your heart to want to change the world and I hope that you know that every person counts. As I once heard in such a beautiful movie and novel. "Cloud Atlas":

"Yet what is an ocean but a multitude of drops?" - David Mitchell

PS: I opened up a campaign because to publish my book and get a literary agent I have to present a great version of my book and for that I need to pay for editing. If you would like to help me raise that money then please follow this link, if not, your support here will do :)

http://igg.me/at/constanzamayer/x/9909696

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Bueno como creo, a si, que les dije anoche (es que me estaba quedando dormida!) terminé la nueva versión del Capítulo 2! Voy a tratar de subirlo al blog pronto :) Quería compartir con ustedes un poco de por qué quiero escribir este libro y cualquier otro en el futuro. Quiero cambiar al mundo.

Como ustedes ya saben pero quizás no están concientes de ellos, el arte impacta a la humanidad. Ya sea a través del ritmo del tambor, un conjunto de colors o palabras que te reconstruyen como persona. El arte tiene el poder de sanar y eso es hermoso. Quiero que mis palabras y las historias que cuente toquen los corazones de los demás. Estoy segura que encontrarán verdades universales y cosas cotidianas dentro de este mundo mágico que escribo. Como superar los problemas y como no hay problema en llorar y amar.

Cuando leo un libro, para mi es un proces de aventura, auto descubrimiento, entretención, sanación. Si es que logro es con ustedes a través de mi libro entones estaré más que contenta. Yo se como escribir un libro superficial que seguramente vendería más pero eso no me interesa y no quiero entregarle algo así a la humanidad. Siento que todos tenemos la habilidad y responsabilidad de formar a la humanidad y su futuro porque somos los que moldeamos a la Tierra. Si es que soy exitosa (o como mi querida amiga dice que debería decir "Cuando sea exitosa") me gustaría vivir de la escritura pero mantener parte de mis regalías para ayuda al mundo a través de la educación. Por lo menos mi país necesita ayuda y la educación es esencial para ayudar a nuestro mundo crecer juntos.

Ven? No se trata sólo de mi :) Espero que ustedes también sientan en su corazón la necesidad de cambiar al mundo y que todos somos importantes. Como una vez escuché y leí en una hermosa película y novela, "Cloud Atlas":

"¿Qué es el océano sino una multitud de gotas?" - David Mitchell

PD: Para poder publicar mi libro debo buscar un agente literario y mi trabajo tiene que estar impecable, para ello necesitan editarlo lo cual cuesta bastante dinero. Si les gustaría apoyarme monetariamente, favor seguir el hipervínculo, sino agradecería su apoyo no monetario de todas maneras :)

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FYI (Para su información)

Hello everyone! Hola a todos!

I've been busy rewriting Chapter 1 (adding new characters and info). I hope you like the changes I made. The chapter's a little shorter now, but it doesn't mean that the rest of it will disappear, it'll just appear in the next chapter. Also, when I pasted it on to my bookmaker it shows that what I rewrote is about 8 pages, so that's good. Anyway, hope you like the NEW Chapter 1. If not, you may send me a private message with some feedback if you like. Hugs and thanks for your time and support! grin emoticon

He estado ocupadísima reescribiendo el Capítulo 1 (agregando personajes nuevos e información). Espero que les gusten los cambios que he hecho. El capítulo es más corto ahora pero no significa que lo que antes era parte de el desapareció. No, saldrá en el otro capítulo. También cuando lo pegué en mi programa para hacer libros mostraba que lo que les voy a compartir ahora es de 8 páginas. Bueno, espero que les guste el NUEVO capítulo 1. Sino, me pueden mandar un mensaje por privado y agradeceré su opinión. Abrazos! Gracias por su tiempo y apoyo!

The Battle of the Erathiel: Journey to Dôr Annon: Chapter 1: Dôr Annon (REWRITE)

CHAPTER 1

DÔR ANNON

Across the sparkling Enchanted Sea sailed a gray ship whose white sails shone like flames of pure light. Its stature and beauty was great and seldom seen by the eyes of mortals. Beautiful and sad were those who sailed upon it, bright were their eyes and their locks of hair long. The company was of elves who belonged to an ancient race: the Erathiel. They were greatly known in their lands as skilled warriors, wise, and immortal—a common trait among the elven kind, but due to their different origins, a mixture of elven races, they possessed skills that were quite different from their ancestors.

Among them were also those of mortal blood—the few that had survived the voyage and the storm. Not all had perished from the darkness that had spread over the land they had once called their home. There were two dwarves, Bazur and Nurunn—husband and wife—and a human child, a little girl they had named Telwen at birth, meaning in the elvish tongue: the last woman. They were a curious sight among the Erathiel. The dwarves barely reached the tallest elf at midbody, which was the usual height for the dwarven people, and the little girl was the same height, as well. They were all that was left of their mortal race.

It was only when the first lights of morning were being gently kindled upon the land that the ship came to the harbor. Who had built the harbor was a complete mystery to them. Yet it stood there, lonely, but true. It had been heard that near the ends of the world there was a new land—wild and untamed—so surely it must have inhabitants, they thought. Many had braved the sea’s might and perished seeking this new land for a promise of a brighter path, but there were always some that the Lord of the Sea favored and allowed to pass, almost always at a price. The Erathiel were skilled sailors, but the journey had been rough and the Lord of the Sea had claimed more than one life. The ship’s sails, once flawless and smooth, shone bright, but carried the scars of the winds that attacked that night.

On the mast of the ship sat a silver bird who scouted above and below—his eyes were a penetrating black. It surveyed the land without movement but with the patience that only those of many lifetimes show; a symbol of beauty and stealth. Two elves dressed in gray, each with a thin rope in their hands, tied one end to the ship and the other to the harbor. To the untrained eye the rope seemed easy to cut or break, but having been made with the warrior hands of the Erathiel it could survive a tempest. Their eyes looked to the land they had come to and only confusion could be found in those deep pools of light. The idea of this new land had not been of a deserted one, but of one where they could begin anew—where they could cultivate their home once more.

A significantly tall elf with the build of a warrior, dressed in shades of grey and green, stepped onto the deck. His eyes fell on the two that had tied the ship to the harbor and he thanked them with a gentle nod. His name was Thinidiel, Lord of the Erathiel, keeper of their ancient ways. He had led them into battle a thousand times and saved them from death just as well. He had also led them on this voyage, this search for a new home, not to wander or be lost at sea. Thinidiel looked to the mast where the silver bird kept watch and like a swift cloud he came down and sat on his shoulder—the bird’s wings and its master’s hair the same bright silver color.

“Silme,” said Thinidiel gently to the bird as he pulled out a treat from a hidden pocket. Silme gave a gentle bow before accepting it and remained on the elven king’s shoulder as he fed.

The Elf King looked away from the ship towards this new deserted land and spoke with slight disappointment, “Far have we strayed from that which we had hoped to find, my friend.” Silme looked into his eyes as if trying to give him comfort, for it had not been a pleasant journey to withstand.

Just when they all thought that the journey had come to its end, they were struck by a terrible storm that took the life of many Erathiel, humans, and dwarves, for it had not been only one ship that had sailed to find a new world, but three. The wind and the waves, the lightning and rain, had destroyed one and separated them from the other. Some had lost their lives before the ship had fallen and some as it was torn apart and sucked into the depths of the sea. Silme had spread his wings wide to shield them from harm, but he could not save them all. More than one had asked themselves why the Lord of the Sea had not claimed their life and why it took their brothers and sisters with such cruelty. They had all shed their tears, but the elves were the ones to wipe theirs first, for their race—since the first elf walked on the face of the Earth—is doomed to die from sadness. Should they give into the pain of loss, heartbreak, their lives would come to an end with no sword’s aid. How they envied the mortals’ ability to cry and not die.

Thinidiel walked among his people, greeting them all with what happiness he could muster. Everyone had lost someone, but he knew he had to help them by standing strong, by encouraging them to look towards a brighter future and the hope of the lost ship returning to them. At times he would look away into the sea with a glimmer of hope in his silver eyes.

It was then, when he looked away from the sea and back to the ship, that his eyes met two little green ones. It was Telwen, the young human girl, standing right in front of him. She looks so fragile, he thought. To think that she is the only human left. How lonely her heart must be. She is just like my little girl was.

Telwen looked up at the elven king, his height immense in comparison to hers. She looked paler than usual and under her eyes rested dark shadows. Thinidiel approached her and kneeled so as to meet her eyes—the King had always been humble with all he met. Telwen lowered her eyes from his silver ones and hugged her arms.

“You are shivering, Telwen,” spoke the King, “Do you feel ill, child?”

Telwen still looked away from the king as she answered with hesitation, “I do not know, King Thinidiel.”

“May I look into your eyes?” asked he.

Telwen hesitated once more, but slowly began to turn her face towards him until their eyes met. He looked into them with deep concentration, as well as all of her face and hands. She does looks ill, but it must be from all she has suffered, he thought.

“You are only worn out from the journey, Telwen. Please rest in one the wagons when we part and eat well.” He gave her a warm smile as he rose to stand once again—his silver hair moving gently along with him.

“Thank you, King Thinidiel. I will,” replied Telwen as she too got up and walked towards a group of young elves.

There were still many inside the ship, including animals—horses, tamed wolves, and hunting birds. Some had remained on deck during most of the journey and others below in their cabins. Never before had the elves built ships so large, but they were meant to carry what was left of their world. Whether they stood above or below, they all wanted to step out of the ship and to walk on the new land they would call their home. One by one, beast or not, they came up to the deck and looked upon the new land. They stopped once their eyes fell on the landscape. It was nothing, but an endless dry desert. Afar there were mountains, but there was not grass to walk upon. King Thinidiel, noticing the surprise in their eyes, the concealed disappointment, stood before his people and spoke out.

“My people,” he began, “my friends, do not be discouraged by what lies ahead. Yesterday we had no land to walk upon, but today we have been given the chance to walk once again. Think not of this desert as the end, but the beginning of our greatest adventure. From this moment this land shall be known as Dôr Annon, for it is a land where many doors shall open before us.”

The Erathiel, the dwarves, and Telwen—even the animals—seemed mesmerized by the Elven King’s words. Among them stood an elf of lesser height than some, though their heights were varied, who was cloaked in robes of indigo and deep green. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald color and her skin was light and had a glow about it like moonlight. She was Queen Tin Nimtar, wife to King Thinidiel, and his partner in all manners. She had been walking among them, seeing to their needs, and their hearts. She had a special touch, for with simply holding one’s hand she could take away their greatest sorrow. Whether she stored this sorrow or if she simply eliminated it from the world, was unknown to all, but she seemed always calm and collected—even when facing a loss of her own.

“And so it shall be,” spoke Queen Nimtar as she approached her husband, taking his hand. “We shall walk upon this earth, we shall search and we will find. Do not fear, for you are not alone.”

Thinidiel’s face shone with pride as he watched his wife speak and as their eyes met she returned his smile. Together they turned around to be the first to walk down to the harbor and to step on the desert sand. Everyone else followed.

New Changes/ Nuevos Cambios

Hi everyone! Hola a todos!

More than 900 likes ok Facebook? Wow! Thank you! Been working on rewriting Chapter 1 of "The Battle of the Erathiel: Journey to Dôr Annon". So far, so good. We've got new characters, a human girl named Telwen, and two dwarves, Bazur and Nurunn (husband and wife), which did not exist before. I'm looking forward to this evolution of my work and I hope by the end of the year I'll have published it :) Thanks for your support!

Mas de 900 likes en Facebook? Wow, gracias! He estado trabajando en reescribir el Capítulo 1 de " La Batalla de los Erathiel: Viaje a Dôr Annon". Hasta ahora voy bien. Tenemos nuevos personajes como Telwen, una niña humana, y Bazur y Nurunn, esposo y esposa, que son enanos. Estoy bien emocionada con esta evolución de mi libro y espero haberlo publicado antes de fin de año :) Muchas gracias por su apoyo!

The Battle of the Erathiel: Journey to Dôr Annon: Prologue

Prologue

T

he storm was the fiercest they had ever beheld. It was wave against wave and wave against ship. Dark clouds poured brutally on the decks of the three ships, blinding those aboard who tried their best to stand their ground and to aid one another. The wind blew so hard that the once true white sails were ripped apart and hung eerily from above. All aboard despaired, but did their part. Some helped evacuate water so it would not sink their ships, others looked after the wounded, and a few were brave enough to swing from one ship to another to aid their brethren under the rain.

It was then when a wave rose as high as a mountain and fell with the intensity of a thousand blows. The sound of the crashing waves was that of many voices crying out all at once—then came absolute silence. Those who sailed on the other two ships looked upon the one that had been shattered by the brutal wave. Sadly, they had been drifted apart and could not come to their immediate aid. The cries of help began and those who were safe despaired with no sail to take them to their friends. The captains on each ship ordered to row and they did. They used all the strength they could muster to reach their kin. Some even jumped from the ships to swim to their aid, but as they got closer the sea acted once again.

Almost as if by an invisible hand one of the ships was pushed away from the others and was unable to fight back against the mysterious force. Dark shadows moved over the water and even climbed up to the remaining ship to taunt those inside. Those aboard fought them off with weapons—swords, daggers, axes, bows, and arrows—others with incantations or with prayer until they left them to their misery. However, none of this stopped them, their rowing, and they were nearer and nearer to their brethren. But upon reaching them something happened that marked their lives forever.

As they reached the remains of the ship and those who swam for help, darkness grew below them. Like a swirling watery cloud it began to spin and take all those in the water with it. They cried out for help, in pain, with a fear in their eyes that made all who watched shiver with it. They threw ropes and reached out their hands and the ship’s oars, but all was useless. In a matter of seconds what was left of the ship and the crew was sucked into the sea, but the ship next to it stood unharmed.

They looked at one another with tears and broken hearts. What could they do now amidst the storm? One ship gone and one ship destroyed.

Changes!

Hi everyone! Great news! I am redesigning part of the story. I'm adding new characters and new places in hopes of making the story more interesting and engaging. I hope that those of you who already have ready Chapters 1 and 2 like the new way the story is going to be told. Thanks for all your support and I hope to get this published soon so you may also have your official copy.

BTW, since I haven't finished the book yet, as soon as I do I shall send it to literary agents to try and get it published traditionally but meanwhile it should also be available to buy in English. Editorials are in charge of translation and all that, but if I do that on my own, it'll take a while. Any language requests? What's yours?

Hugs!

Hola a todos! Más que nada quería compartir que estoy rediseñando mi libro, agregando personajes nuevos y esperando que todo resulte súper. No me queda tanto por terminar pero si retocar. Apenas lo tenga lista y editado lo voy a auto publicar mientras busco algún agente literario para poder publicar con editorial :) y veré el tema de la traducción también para que puedan leerlo. Este es un proceso largo y agotador pero se que tendrá su recompensa. Me haría súper feliz que les gustase pero sino es así por lo menos habré logrado mi meta de terminarlo :)

Saludos y gracias por su apoyo constante!

Writing Till the Sun Comes Up!

Hello again! Hola otra vez!

How are ya? Made some adjustments to Chapter 11. I felt like something was missing and it turned out I was missing another character. Hope you enjoy what Thandir (yup, that's him!) is going to bring to the table ;)  By the way, anyone ready for Chapter 3? If you are just comment below :3 Have a great day!

Como están? Hice unos cambios al Capítulo 11. Faltaba algo y era un personaje nuevo. Espero que les guste lo que Thandir nos va a enseñar en este viaje ;) Listos para el Capítulo 3? Si lo están favor comentar abajo :3 que tengan un lindo día!

The Battle of the Erathiel: Chapter 2: The Mountain High

Chapter 2

The Mountain High

The Erathiel continued their journey with the first rays of dawn, walking by the seashore or as close to it as they could. They covered great distance for their feet were strong and their horses speedy. Silme flew ahead, ever searching and guiding all, although it had joined in battle it showed no sign of struggle on his silver wings. As the day pressed on, the desert began to stay behind and a new landscape began to appear, the Erathiel could see it from afar with their keen eyes. They would soon be rid of the harsh sun. However, the time for refuge had already come and the night was near, so they searched, but found no refuge near the sea. They had no other choice but to venture away from it and in towards the mountains once again. The elves had seen how great these were, but only when they were at its feet did they realize how magnanimous the mountains truly were, almost as if these had seemed smaller in the morning. The truth was that the mountain chain had elevated—would it be greater as they pressed on? Only time would tell.

The elves searched at its feet for shelter, but it was futile. Queen Nimtar, having felt a strong magic coming from the mountain chain, spoke, “It is the backbone of the world,” she closed her eyes and placed her hands facing the mountain as if warming her hands with fire, “Its energy courses from beginning to end. If we follow her, we will find our home.” She placed her staff once more against the mountain wall and made a refuge like the one before. Once it was ready, they went in: children, elders, wagons, there was room for all and once again had their queen made it so that grass grew inside and silver and golden trees as well, reaching up towards the beautiful starlit sky. It was a mere resemblance of the past, but a warm one for their hearts. Lord Thinidiel watched over his people, how they rested their weary feet on soft cool grass and how they delighted in each other’s company. It was a miracle that they still kept hope in their hearts. They played their guitars and violins, their flutes and drums, with such merriness that would bring happiness to all around. Even though some of their songs had a melancholic tune, it was a pain and sadness that did not linger. The lost ship would come and with it their families—a thought present in all their hearts.

The queen made her way to her husband’s lonely spot. She bowed down before his feet and, brushing her hand from the grass and towards his face, made flowers and vines sprout to tangle and twist into a beautiful throne for him to sit upon. Thinidiel, delighted in her magic and light, held her hand and waited for her throne to be complete so as to sit together. “Together in life,” said unto her, “Together in death,” she responded as he gently kissed her ivory hand. Their kin bowed before them as they took seat and with a hand over their hearts hailed and wished them an eternity of rule. What the next day would bring, they did not know. What evils they would face or what friends they would meet, they knew neither, but what was sure in their hearts was that they would follow their king and queen, their princes and princess, till the ends of the earth.

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The sun did rise again and the Erathiel slowly awakened to say farewell to their temporary home. Though the desert at sunrise was glorious, the nights were the most astounding in the world. The moon would fill the starlit sky and the ground would almost disappear from sight. Nowhere had they seen such clear and bright skies. The morning air sank in and the cold of night slowly went away. Thinidiel stood watch by the threshold as his queen tended to her garden and all life she had grown within the cave—many elf children helped and learned from her. The princes sat with a group enjoying breakfast, some elven bread and supplies from the voyage. They also had fresh grown fruits and vegetables that they had cultivated inside the cave and continued harvesting as they ate, for the queen’s magic had made them grow astonishingly fast.

Lothar, among the first ready to part, approached the king, bowed and spoke, “My king, we are almost completely prepared to part. Shall I press all to make haste? Is there anything that needs to be done?” King Thinidiel smiled at him before looking out to the desert and replying, “I fear we shall not part just now. I thank you for your help, Lothar, but Silme brings word that has changed our plans completely.” He had sent Silme out to scout and through his eyes had found something of great interest. “My king,” said Lothar in reply as he left him to his thoughts. Silme returned and the queen and her sons approached Thinidiel. They stood silent, awaiting reply. Silme sat on his master’s shoulder and Thinidiel seemed to be listening to him and only after a few seconds turned to his people. “My fellow Erathiel, it is as we suspected,” he began, “The life within this mountain has helped not only our cause, but others’ as well. There is a civilization living on this mountain high. If we are to obtain answers and calm the questions in our hearts then only they can help us. Camlhach, Lothar, Turion, I will need you to accompany me. Valruin, you are to stay behind with our people and queen; assist in all that you can. We depart now.”

The Erathiel wished good fortune to those chosen to rise to the mountain top, but Valruin felt a rush through his body as he realized that he would not be able to go. He approached his father and spoke in confidence, “Father, I understand that I must stay behind and look after the others, but I truly wish to go. May I?” he said with frustration in his heart, not trying to sound too eager like a child begging for a sweet, but more like an adult that feels a true obligation to their beliefs. Thinidiel noticing his son’s uneasiness put his hand on his shoulder and spoke, “Your mother is very powerful, my son, but if anything should happen to us or her, you must be prepared to face the storm,” he looked over at Camlhach before returning to his son, “You are the youngest of my children, capable of leading an army, but you must learn that there is a time for everything and right now it is your brother’s turn. Fate calls out to us and when it is your time, you will answer.” Valruin understood his father’s words even though they meant that he must stand aside in certain situations. He nodded and bowed in acceptance of his fate, but it did not ease the hunger in his heart as he walked away from him. Thinidiel watched him walk away, only slightly concerned, praying that time would teach his son and that envy would never enter his heart.

Meanwhile, prince Camlhach approached the children to instruct them on their duties, many of them looked up to him and his brother, but he had always been a sort of big brother to the young ones, “Listen up, young Erathiel! I have instructions for you to follow in my absence and the prince and queen shall oversee that you do,” one of the young swallowed hard at this, “You must remember to always be careful and aware of your surroundings. Always obey your elders,” the children agreed, but a young girl rolled her eyes at the prince and replied rather annoyed, “Aye, aye, we know.” She met the prince’s eye and did not flinch for a second, “Enora!” said her mother who stood nearby and had seen it all, “You must not treat the prince in that manner. Apologize, child!” Young Enora let out a sigh, looked at the prince and apologized with very little spirit, “Forgive me, prince Camlhach,” her mother pushed her on, “For… my rude behavior. I promise to never repeat it again.” The prince smiled as he replied, “It is fine Enora. All is forgiven. Now,” he said turning to the rest, “On your feet, we have a long way to go and before you know it, we’ll be back from the mountain high and ready to go. Be good in our absence, little ones.” The children rose to their feet and began to help with preparations, for they too believed that their prince would be triumphant and back soon from what seemed to them a most admirable quest. Enora’s mother approached the prince with humble posture, “My deepest apologies, prince Camlhach,” she began, “My poor Enora, I fear, at times has a fire that burns too bright. I will improve her behavior, prince. I will speak to her.” He calmed and thanked her for her kind words, “It is all well, Elwen. A fire that burns too bright can too have a promising future if given purpose and direction. Enora has a good heart and she is still a child,” he replied and gave a small sigh and spoke a bit louder than a whisper, “I too knew a little girl much like her.” Elwen replied as she bowed, “Aye, and may her light return to us again.”

While the Erathiel readied their supplies and spoke of who might live on top of the mountain, Queen Nimtar stood outside looking at it, focusing on finding the perfect spot for her people to climb. The mountain vibrated with life and she would use it to provide a safe journey towards the sky. She looked at Thinidiel as a sign that she had found a way. He gave the command for the chosen to be ready to journey and soon all were outside to see them part. The queen looked at her sons before she began placing each hand on one side of their faces, cupping them with tenderness—how she loved them, darkness and light. Retrieving her hands, she turned to face the mountain once again and drew magic from the mountain once more—so as not to wear her strength down—and with her staff in hand she carved on the mountain wall a staircase that grew till it got lost in the clouds. All were pleased and amazed, for a stair would lighten their journey—should all proceed after a victorious meeting with those that abode above—all but Lothar, who grumpily said under his breath, “A thousand steps up a staircase! My poor legs have seen too much.” Turion smiled beside him and replied, “Worry not, old one. If needed, I shall carry you the rest of the way. Light as a flower’s petals you must be.” Lothar looked at the young elf with such fury, but did nothing upon it, for he knew it was not the place or the time to quarrel, especially over so trivial a matter.

They said their goodbyes, but these were brief, for few were the ones that ventured to the mountain top and soon would they return with news of peace—or so they hoped. Camlhach looked at his brother, embraced him and said, “Look after Tinwe while I’m gone. I know it will not be long, but you know how she is,” they both looked at the mare, who was at their side, trying to share her worries by rubbing her nose on her master’s shoulder every once in a while. “I will, brother.” Camlhach smiled at Valruin’s response and said as he turned away, “Until we meet again, brother.” With that, they followed their king and began to walk the long steps of the endless stairs before them, Silme flying above, watching over their every step. The queen asked all to return to the cave for safety, should an enemy spot them, and only Valruin, Tinwe and Faana were the last to enter before she sealed it.

King Thinidiel led his fellowship on, the sun scorching at their backs. It did not wear them out as the steps would a mortal, but the road was long and tedious. Turion looked down every once in a while and his eyes could see as far as the coast. “No ships in sight,” he thought aloud, “No smile, no laughter, no beauty to behold: just silence and doubt.” Lothar walked on, dreading every step, looking out for the king and prince, he even thought of Turion as someone to be saved; he did not despise him, really. “All right, old man?” asked Turion, noticing that he had looked over his shoulder. King Thinidiel and Camlhach smiled as Lothar replied grumpily, “Yes, child. I am more than fine and I shall continue to be fine until the end of my days.” Turion replied with a small laugh, but spoke no more. They were almost at the top when Silme let out a cry. “They are aware of our presence,” said King Thinidiel with no fear or surprise, “They are prepared should our intentions be dark.” Camlhach gave a sigh, for he did not wish to battle and saw no reason to do so. He thought of the children and their safety, of all who depended on them, the weight was heavy on his shoulders, but did not mind it at all. Finally, they reached the top of the mountain and there to greet them stood many people, gathered around the strange staircase.

They were humans, but nothing like the ones they had known back home. These were small people, almost the same height as dwarves, with dark reddish, golden skin. Their eyes were very dark, but bright and did not look at all like warriors, but rather farmers or herders, they thought. One of them spoke, signaling with his arm at Thinidiel and then to the land. At that moment, they realized that they did not speak the same tongue. Nonetheless, Silme flew over them all and let out a song that allowed their ears to understand one another. “Who are you and why have you come here?” was what the man was saying. King Thinidiel immediately bowed, placing his right hand over his heart, his kin doing the same, “I am Thinidiel, King of the Erathiel. We have come in peace and in hope of guidance and friendship. We are new to this land.” Camlhach and his fellow elves realized how all the people had gathered, of all ages, looking at them with great surprise—some with wonder and others with suspicion. It was no doubt for the ‘guard’ in charge to have his reasons to question such tall and strange beings. The guard hesitated, but lowered his pointing stick replying, “If you come in peace then we shall help. You must honor what you have spoken. I am Quetua.” Thinidiel smiled kindly, “I will honor my words. We wish to speak to your leader, if that is possible. We look for allies, not enemies.” The guard gave the order and all the others lowered their weapons, which were not really dangerous for the Erathiel at all.

They followed the guard and wondered at such a strange city. The people all wore bright colors and woolen hats to block out the sun and guard against the cold at night. They had many fields of plants unknown to the Erathiel and they lived in homes made out of a substance they also had never used before. It was a beautiful land where water ran down from the mountain tops, which were covered in snow. Camlhach’s heart grew warm at such beauty and peace—there were no mountains in their old home, just small green hills and forests everywhere. The way these people lived surprised and marveled him. He also wondered how they had made it up, for surely they had not sprung from the earth as their crops. “How can life sustain itself up here?” he asked himself as he remembered the desert that remained below, “An oasis up high.” The people all turned to look at them as they approached a much larger structure, not in height, but it grew sideways beyond most of the common homes. It almost looked as if it were made of stones, but muddier. Perhaps it was as simple as that: mud with stones.

Lothar looked forward very seriously, trying to look strong and stern before the eyes of these people (while at the same time surveying them himself), until his eyes met those of a woman of the tribe. She looked very pretty to him with her golden skin and dark eyes—her hair was the shiniest jet black he had ever seen in his life—and she smiled coyly as if approving him, too. Suddenly, she dropped the vegetables in her basket, blushing as she parted her eyes from Lothar, but he immediately rushed over to help her, kneeling to gather her belongings, “Pardon, milady. I did not mean to startle you,” he apologized, believing that he had somehow frightened her by staring. The woman smiled at him once more and spoke with a voice that seemed full of joy and laughter, “It is fine, it is fine. Thank you for helping me.” Lothar thanked his stars for Silme’s gift, for hearing her voice and understanding her had truly felt like a gift from above. Before he could ask himself if it was appropriate at all—or if his kin was far away—he asked nervously, “May I know thy name, kind maiden?” The woman stood up slowly, not parting her eyes from Lothar, and pushing her hair behind her ears, “My name is Éteri,” she replied and started walking down a path, slowly enough for Lothar to follow her. “Éteri! What a beautiful name. If you do not mind my asking, but what meaning does it hold?” She giggled as some more women who passed behind her whispered, smiling—it really was an interesting sight with Lothar being so tall and Éteri so petite. “It means flower,” she replied sweetly. Lothar smiled, just gazing, before he realized that he had not given his name, “I’m sorry, lady Éteri. My name is Lothar.” Éteri paused and looked at him trying to imitate his pronunciation, “Lo-tar?” she tried repeating with a thick accent. “Lo-thar,” repeated Lothar patiently and sweetly, would anyone recognize him now? She focused and tried again with great effort, “Lothar.” He beamed at her, “Excellent! Wonderful!” He smiled nervously as he noticed he had in fact clapped his hands together in celebration of her achievement and felt a bit embarrassed by his enthusiasm. The woman blushed and smiled and gathered her courage to ask, “If I may ask, what does your name mean?” Lothar paused as she asked this, but decided to answer with the truth behind his name, “It means—.” “Lothar! Lothar, we cannot wait for you,” it was Turion who with a devilish smile called from quite afar. “How long?” thought Lothar to himself. The woman smiled gently and spoke, “I believe we must say goodbye, for now.” Lothar bowed before her and replied as their eyes met, “Just for now, lady Éteri. Until we meet again.”

“Until we meet again, Lothar,” she said as they parted ways.

He walked away feeling younger than ever, lighter, happier. Even Turion’s constant taunts could not bother him now. He quickly reached the rest, for he ran with great speed, carefully as to not embarrass himself further before Éteri. Prince Camlhach had also noticed his conversation with the woman and commented, “Seems you are appreciating the,” he paused, “Landscape?” Lothar’s face blushed. Turion also spoke, “Aye, but it also seemed the landscape was appreciating you.” His ears turned red, too.