Mébène's stories

My side blog to talk about my stories, my comics or book projects.

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what I'm currently writing

The warrior hadn't considered following Osrin and Telenn in their decision to help Luggh and his family. They were only five people, only four warriors, without a plan or allies among the humans.

But now, having sensed Tarann's despair, staying behind seemed cowardly. However, war threatened the Fomori, and they needed all their warriors. Aumnios knew that. For the first time in a long time, her head and her heart were at odds.

Six people, five warriors, without a plan or allies. No, that didn't change anything…

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another snippet

“You were the one singing at the Three Hares tonight, weren’t you?”

Asja's voice died in her throat, so she simply nodded. The guard marched toward her. Ariana tried to intervene, shouting that she hadn't done anything. Asja raised her hands in front of her and tried to reason with him, but without a word, the man grabbed her wrist. His free hand grasped the shackles hanging from his belt with the other. Asja knew that, even if innocent, her chances of seeing the light of day again if she were arrested were nil.

Remembering what the mercenary, Ela, had taught her, she closed the distance between herself and the guard and struck his nose with her elbow. He let out a cry and released her. Asja tried to escape. The door was inaccessible, the window was the only remaining exit. She leaped over the first bed but wasn't quick enough. A guard grabbed a fold of her dress to restrain her, pulling her off the bed. Without thinking, she kicked the guard and quickly got to her feet. But other guards had already surrounded her. This time, two of them tried to subdue her. Scratching and biting like a wild cat, Asja resisted. One of the soldiers managed to seize her arm and twisted it violently behind her back. Despite the pain, Asja tried to fight back. A guard's gloved hand grabbed her hair and pulled it upward, exposing Asja's ear. The young woman stifled a cry of pain. The entire room fell silent for a moment.

"An elf?!" A guard blurted out.

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New chapter alert!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83972691/chapters/229288836

chapter 12/????

Luggh and Ela try to save Tarann, only to meet another familiar face.

Angst ensue.

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I've got 100 hits on my story!

I feel so honoured that people took the time to read my story. I hope you all enjoyed it.

It's the first time I posted my writing on English, so i'm glad it's not an absolute disaster!

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next chapter tomorrow!

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I updated the tags for my story on AO3.

Check it out if you're interested

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another snippet

Then, when the moon was high and the sky dark, Tarann adress the group.

“Some of you are armed. How well do you know how to use them?

- We pay you to defend us, interrupted one of the men sitting next to Ela. We shouldn't have to use them if you're worthy of your pay.

- Oh, I see! said Ela, her smile still wide. The dagger in your boot must be a fashion choice then!”

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Children of the Outcast - chapter 10 is out!

Here is the big one. TW : Violence and torture.

Summary: Tarann is captured. Lessendre question is own loyalty.

As always, the chapter are available on AO3

And Wattpad!

This illustration and all those found in my work are made by me!

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next chapter later today. I need a nap first.

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As I grow along with my stories, I really enjoy thinking about how small things in my characters changes with my own live.

In a previous and the current version of my story, my MC is a bit of a tomboy, wearing pants and practical outfits. But later on, she has to wear gowns.

Of course in my previous version, she hate that ! Of course, their is a scene of here complaining about corsets.

Now, maybe because only my own journey with femininity, she is excited to try them. She doesn't like that they are unpractical, and she can't carry her stuff around with them. But she like how it makes her feel.

Maybe I project a little to much on my OCs.

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Funny how changing a character name can change the way you write them.

I create a character that was supposed to be an a-hole with a heart of gold, he wasn't supposed to be heroic and only help the MC because it seems more fun than staying at home.

But I decided to rename him, and to keep the gaulish theme, I chose a name inspired by Omnos.

When I wrote him after, he became stoic, non-nonesens. He first chooses not to help because he see the risk as to high. But change his mind after developing a link to one of the protagonist.

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Here is the opening paragraph of my story.

I have a love/hate relationship ship with it. I grow fond of it after re-reading it again and again, but I think I could improve it.

Ela was crying.

She was just a child, and her world had collapsed. Three days earlier, she had been in her mother's arms, under the large ash tree in their garden. Her mother smiled tenderly at her, telling her that their time had finally come. Soon they would both leave, soon they would return home, they would have enough to eat, and they would never be cold again. For three days, her father had been silent. for three days, her little brother had cried because he wouldn't be going with them.

Now, her mother was dead

My story is on AO3 and Wattpad if you're interested.

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Notes from Theodore Erdenne’s journal on the study of the Unholy Stone:

People from all around the surrounding area say this stone is cursed. It can't be broken, or even chipped. They say that nothing but grass grows around it and even birds don’t dare to fly above it. This is interesting...

Now that I've seen the stone, I can confirm that there is something wrong with it.

The stone emits some kind of magic energy, particularly through the soil.

I never encountered this type of energy, it seems malevolent and very potent. But most people doesn’t look too affected by it. I can feel the energy but I am not experiencing any effect, or at least I don’t notice any.

I will ask my servants if they noticed something.

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Under the moss I found some inscriptions in fomorian runes. My knowledge of this language is non-existent. But I want to try and translate it to my best.

I can’t stay here for to long and I can’t copy the inscriptions. A fomorian rune, or even a copy, holds power.

I will have to come back here soon.

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My nephew ask me if I could hypotheticaly use ebonite stone to copy the text and neutralise the copy. The kid is smarter than his father believes.

He will make for a good ruler one day.

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Nobody ever cared to study fomorian language or even their customs. Our libraries are empty of any useful information. My peers always look down on our neighbours and their use of magic. Like my own brother, they underestimate the people that aren’t like them.

They are all fools.

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I found something. I don’t want to write to much about it, I don't want to incriminate myself to much if the church ever goes after me ! I don’t care to discover how far my brother’s status would protect me.

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It’s a curse.

A curse again the Valdargent family, I am sure.

Shit.

I have to show this to my brother. Hopefully, he doesn't go back on his initial plan and use that against her.

Revised translation by Theodore Erdenne :

The Cursed One (“Mapon” in the fomorian. it is also the name of their version of the devil, I have to look into it. Is it something like a title that can be pass and/or given. Or are they talking about it literally) we name you

And cursed, you and your family will remain.

By blood, you took our home,

For their blood, you’re [ kind ] (I think this is the closest translation) will tear themselves apart.

Until the throne [is] empty,

until your children are [ eaten by something ? ]

Here is the full curse. Some of it isn’t on the diary because it’s bellow the earth (it’s a small plot point later).

The Cursed One, we name you

And cursed, you and your family will remain. By blood you took our home,

For their blood you’re kind will torn themselves apart.

Until the throne sits empty,

Until your children are devoured by owls,

Until the earth swallows these words,

until the honour (or the horn, same rune in fomorian) of a child of the throne breaks the cycle.

I just wanted to write down the curse that would come into play in the second part of my story. And I just wrote it and just went with the flow and add snippet for diary of one of my underused character.

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They continued like this until mealtime. Tarann and Ela crossed blades several times, barely holding back their blows. Once the meal was prepared, they stopped their training and ate together. Despite the gloomy atmosphere in the rest of the camp, Luggh decided not to join them, not wanting to disturb the young people. After the meal, the trio got up, but Ariana stopped Asja to speak to her privately. Luggh left shortly after. He walked around the barn and observed the activity in the village from the road. For the moment, all was calm. He continued toward the orchards and passed a small shed behind which the two bards were hiding. Asja was leaning against the trunk of a young tree, so much so that it was leaning slightly under her weight. Without thinking, Luggh remained hidden behind the shed when he heard Ariana.“...lithomancy to help at camp is one thing, Asja! But if you think the others didn't notice you used something on Tomas, you're wrong.- Neither Johan nor Lucina would criticize me for using obsidian to calm down a few hotheads.- I don’t care about the criticism, I want to keep their trust. They figured out you’re not human, Asja. We weren’t careful enough.”

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Luggh stared at the door and listened intently to what was happening outside. In his mind, there could only be two reasons why they had been attacked that morning.

The first, the one he hoped for, was that the lords had sent the guards after them, either to punish them for the kidnapping or to find and rescue the nobleman they had abducted. The fact that an archer had opened fire on them could have been a mistake, or perhaps the punishment was more important to the soldiers than their rescue.

The second reason was that, somehow, they had discovered Ela's origins. Luggh didn't want to consider the second possibility. That was what had caused Eliyka's death. They would be wanted, the nobles wouldn't leave her alone, and Tarann…

“Dad, Ela called him.

- What is it?

- Were you the one who told Tarann ​​to swap our horses?"

Luggh paused for a moment. Ela's question sounded like an accusation. If the soldiers were after Ela, then exchanging the mounts they had fled on the day before made sense if the goal was to protect her at all costs. He ran a hand through his hair and finally answered.

“No, I didn’t tell him anything.”

I didn't need to, he realized

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snippet from my story

Without a word, Lady Valdargent took hold of his hand and examined the wound. Taken aback, Lessendre froze. The heiress's fingers were rough with calluses, but she held his hand with extreme delicacy, as if afraid of worsening his injury.

"How did you stop the blade?" she asked in an unusually timid voice.

- "I summoned a barrier. If only I could have created it sooner…"

- "We shouldn’t have left you unprotected, the princess interrupted. I should have been there in time to prevent you from getting hurt. But you’re more gifted than you let on. Your healing abilities are impressive."

Lessendre felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He quickly removed his hand from the heiress's and brought his knees up to his chest.

"It’s not a gift," he replied. "I’ve been practicing since childhood."

This is further along in my story, it's not beta read yet but I like this scene.