#sylvalor

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So... My mom read Children of Misfortune and gave me feedback on it...

She wants a sequel... And now I'm dying because I don't even know where to start but I would sell my perfectly healthy liver and both kidneys for that ability.

If anyone has any suggestions or ideas or just plain encouragement

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So, I've decided to write a sequel (of sorts) of Children of Misfortune.

First, though, I'm going to write a bunch of myths and legends from the world, so if anyone has any suggestions or has anything they want a background on, please let me know?

I know I want to write how the dark elves founded their first city and maybe a Snow White with goblins.

I also want to write the stories about the dark elves and orcs vs. the stories that the dark elves and orcs tell about themselves.

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Hmm... Civilian by Wye Oak, To Be Alone by Hozier?

Civilian doesn’t really fit anyone perfectly, but the general vibe feels like Sylvalor from Children of Misfortune. (Which I actually published last year)

To Be Alone gives me post-Children of Misfortune vibes for Sylvalor. (How the heck did you give me two songs for the same person? I’m both impressed and concerned. I haven’t thought about that character in a couple weeks at least)

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🖊+sylvalor

Syl! (If anyone hasn’t read the Children of Misfortune, the book is actually published and available!!!)

Sylvalor is a friggin’ nerd. The poor boy is in his early twenties and would be much happier in a library than anywhere else, though I guarantee he would enjoy digging with his bare hands in a garden.

*** SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK AHEAD ***

I theorize have decided (because I’m the author and I don’t have to theorize anything, it’s all canon) that he gets to talking with the others after the events of the book and realizes, “Oh, shoot, there’s hardly any public food gardens or libraries.”

So he opens some up using the taxes that had previously been going into the military (Artos, you warmongering toad…) and gets his hands dirty like any good leader would.

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First Line Tag

Tagged by @strawberryspaceship

Rules: share a first line! it can be: the first line of a chapter, the first line you did in the most recent writing session, the first line of a story, the first line a character says, any kind of first line!

I’ll give you the first line from Children of Misfortune.

Sunlight trickled through the stained-glass windows, backlighting the throne that Sylvalor sat upon.

Tagging: @sunshinemaker99 @distance-does-not-matter @inferno-of-fantasy-writing

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One-Shot: Done Better by Roby Fayer & Rotem

I was given this song as a prompt and it just fit Sylvalor so well.

I wrote this when half asleep, so forgive me if it’s crap.

Papers and lawbooks cluttered Sylvalor’s desk, piling into large stacks just to remind him of how much work he had to do.

Steam from his fresh mug of tea wafted in the small breeze from the window.

Despite the open window, he still felt… confined.

The events of the past few days still weighed heavily on his shoulders, as it did for everyone in the city. Or, rather, the nation.

The young man ran a hand through his hair, sitting back in his chair and looking to the ceiling.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Enter,” he ordered after taking a deep breath to center himself.

The door opened and whoever entered was too short for him to see over his desk.

After the door closed, the elf heard skittering on the floors and Shamb, the momonga warrior, leapt onto his desk.

She wore a silk yukata, pale blue with blossoms, and carried a small bundle wrapped in cheesecloth.

“Pardon the intrusion, sire.” The woman bowed gracefully. “But you’ve locked yourself away for quite a while.”

Looking to the clock on the wall, Syl was surprised to see that it had indeed been almost ten hours since he had last left his chambers.

Shamb unwrapped the bundle and laid its contents out atop his books. Cheese and bread: a simple traveler’s meal.

“Thank you, Shamb.” Syl tried to smile but knew that he hadn’t exactly reached it.

“If it’s not too presumptuous, majesty…” She looked to the side, not focusing on anything in particular. “This… tragedy was in no way your fault.”

Sylvalor shook his head, searching with his eyes for the right words.

“It doesn’t matter,” he finally spat out, just to say something- anything. “I am the king and my people’s welfare is my responsibility.”

“You didn’t know.”

“No,” he replied on a sigh. “But I still could’ve handled it better.”

Shamb nodded, still not looking at him.

“Maybe, but the past is the past and there is no way to change it now.” She sighed. “The lives that have been lost were terrible. But we’re still here. We must continue living for them.”

The woman leapt from the desk and exited the room, leaving Sylvalor with his thoughts.

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Ask me about my OCs!!!!! Please?

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I just found the song that fits all of my main characters in my wip.......

Darn you, Lin-Manuel Miranda...... (he’s awesome....)