Post by Elonwe on Jul 18, 2006 20:34:51 GMT -5
Hi! I joined YWG a long time ago and, after several random conversations, totally off-the-wall topics (Cheese and Toe Socks?), and meeting people who acted as though they'd received lobotomies from unaccredited Mexican surgeons who forgot to wash after using the toilet (no offense anyone. . .), I fell in love.
Still, my writing mind craved the more productive and (dare I say?) serious aspects of writing development. I created my own forum for prospective authors, The Writing Place.
Every now and then my untamed and ludicrous personality surfaces and I wade back into the murky waters of random, direction-less dialogue. This place does appeal to the wild child in me.
Would you like to know the story behind my screen name? Sure you would!
I am writing a novel series based on pure fantasy, traditional-style; a land filled with dragons, unicorns, fairies, gryphons, and almost every other imaginable creature.
In this land a kingdom of men lived in a peaceful age and didn't fear the evil that lived near the distant southern shore. It had been thousands of years since any war had been fought.
The King heard that a white stag had been spotted in his land, so he took a hunting party after it. They lost the beast in thick brush, so the king went forward alone to see if he could spot it.
He saw a creamy white beast drinking at the small stream in a clearing ahead. He drew his bow and fired.
When the beast reared in its death throes, he realized the horrible evil that he had done. He had killed a unicorn mare, and just beyond her stood her trembling fawn.
The fawn pleaded with the king to send his mothers body into the sea so that her powerful alicorn would not reach the hands of evil men.
The king did so, ceremoniously, and brought the fawn home to care for him as a child.
The king's daughter, Atryna, named the fawn Dendren and they grew together almost like brother and sister. Still, Dendren needed to be a kingdom-wide secret because unicorn horns were very powerful items and wicked men hunted them.
Years passed, the good king died and Atryna married. Her husband was a good man as well and their kingdom prospered. Dendren grew to become an adolescent unicorn stag and was the chief adviser to the new king.
However, one year when Atryna was expecting her first child a darkness came into the land. Dendren felt it before anyone else did, something evil on the horizon.
Atryna went into labor and the king tried to calm Dendren's fears. Surely this was what had been worrying the unicorn?
Then it happened, an enormous army of goblins emerged from the forests around the castle and began storming through the fields.
The king sent out his armies and sent his archers to their posts, begging Dendren to stay with Queen Atryna and the midwife, to protect them.
For hours the battle raged outside and Dendren knew in his heart that his adopted home would be destroyed.
In the middle of that night, the baby girl was born. The midwife cleaned her and laid her on Atryna's breast for her first meal. The goblins burst through the outer gate and brought the slaughter into the interior of the castle.
It was in this moment that Atryna called for Dendren to come near.
"Take her, Dendren. There is no hope for us now. Take my daughter and fly quickly into the wilderness. You can hide there until it is safe again."
"It must not be so." Dendren cried. "It is me that they are after. Surely I can draw them away from the castle, and you will be spared."
"No, Dendren. Their kind does not spare life if they can take it. You could not draw all of them away. Take her. Take my daughter, I shall name her in hope for our kingdom, 'new life'. . . Elonwe."
Still, my writing mind craved the more productive and (dare I say?) serious aspects of writing development. I created my own forum for prospective authors, The Writing Place.
Every now and then my untamed and ludicrous personality surfaces and I wade back into the murky waters of random, direction-less dialogue. This place does appeal to the wild child in me.
Would you like to know the story behind my screen name? Sure you would!
I am writing a novel series based on pure fantasy, traditional-style; a land filled with dragons, unicorns, fairies, gryphons, and almost every other imaginable creature.
In this land a kingdom of men lived in a peaceful age and didn't fear the evil that lived near the distant southern shore. It had been thousands of years since any war had been fought.
The King heard that a white stag had been spotted in his land, so he took a hunting party after it. They lost the beast in thick brush, so the king went forward alone to see if he could spot it.
He saw a creamy white beast drinking at the small stream in a clearing ahead. He drew his bow and fired.
When the beast reared in its death throes, he realized the horrible evil that he had done. He had killed a unicorn mare, and just beyond her stood her trembling fawn.
The fawn pleaded with the king to send his mothers body into the sea so that her powerful alicorn would not reach the hands of evil men.
The king did so, ceremoniously, and brought the fawn home to care for him as a child.
The king's daughter, Atryna, named the fawn Dendren and they grew together almost like brother and sister. Still, Dendren needed to be a kingdom-wide secret because unicorn horns were very powerful items and wicked men hunted them.
Years passed, the good king died and Atryna married. Her husband was a good man as well and their kingdom prospered. Dendren grew to become an adolescent unicorn stag and was the chief adviser to the new king.
However, one year when Atryna was expecting her first child a darkness came into the land. Dendren felt it before anyone else did, something evil on the horizon.
Atryna went into labor and the king tried to calm Dendren's fears. Surely this was what had been worrying the unicorn?
Then it happened, an enormous army of goblins emerged from the forests around the castle and began storming through the fields.
The king sent out his armies and sent his archers to their posts, begging Dendren to stay with Queen Atryna and the midwife, to protect them.
For hours the battle raged outside and Dendren knew in his heart that his adopted home would be destroyed.
In the middle of that night, the baby girl was born. The midwife cleaned her and laid her on Atryna's breast for her first meal. The goblins burst through the outer gate and brought the slaughter into the interior of the castle.
It was in this moment that Atryna called for Dendren to come near.
"Take her, Dendren. There is no hope for us now. Take my daughter and fly quickly into the wilderness. You can hide there until it is safe again."
"It must not be so." Dendren cried. "It is me that they are after. Surely I can draw them away from the castle, and you will be spared."
"No, Dendren. Their kind does not spare life if they can take it. You could not draw all of them away. Take her. Take my daughter, I shall name her in hope for our kingdom, 'new life'. . . Elonwe."
Thanks.
