#the long path

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A much long awaited things for May with my new witcher books mmmm yeah,my inspiration of trash OTPS and stories

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The Long Path by LaughingAstarael

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100 writing prompts-The True You

Note: An another quick @teashopwriting with Alexander,and how he is feeling more threatened by Amelia’s presence which is a new plot point for this chapter

Plastered posters of his campaign, dictating a safe Milton,a utopia which Alexander would love to keep. He knows that he must fall into the numbing drug of safety and promise,as he fingered the doll,after all he must keep into his vows,that cold bastard Alexander thought, but he is diplomatic at least.

 However he fears for Amelia,at thought she was harmless, detached to the world they lived on,his heart fears for the darkness of that young girl,as her gazes slowly grew deeper, echoing the gaze of her grandfather,he knows that he did not come for that certainty. His little world he tried to encapsulated, slowly threatened by the forces of darkness in a small girl. Sure no one would believe that a girl would spot his actions,as he walked by the windows checking through the monotony in the towns. There he saw a girl with a hood on,she glance at him fiercely,his heart stopped slightly on that sight. She become the dark to extinguish the demons,and slowly Alexander started to tremble,for he has never seen Amelia more determined than ever.

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100 writing Prompts-Stirring the Wind

Note: So the much overdue @teashopwriting prompt with Stirring the Wind,with two of my game-changers,Amelia from The Long Path,confronting an old ghost and ‘Aamir giving some hints of Euilalia in the Stands which Drsgo is not even aware of it :O

Amelia

For all the demons feared her,as she looked upon them with hardened eyes,her intuition as calm as the still ponds of what she holds is a little knife,and that grit to be cleansed from the evils of the world,she bled through the drains,she could hear the whispers of the shadows of a much powerful demon that stirred the wind,their hearts filled with fears even to speak his name,in the fleeing gazes,a man with beady eyes rose,wearing the cloaks of the dirty waters which he is christened,he muttered quietly ‘You must be that damning Alkaev-“,Amelia’s gut grew stronger as she could recognize that glowing light from his cigarette,seems that there is one she did not exorcise ,that damn old Seth “you seems to bounce faster than I could imagine,I am surprised-“ as he taunted that little girl,thinking she is the naive prey who fell upon his trap,but Amelia is not what Seth thought,she is ready to face the nightmare,as she slowly pulled the cork from her mouth,as she slowly gulped it,her mind steadied for the long fight “I am not afraid-“ as she mumbled to herself. 

‘Aamir

‘Aamir’s eyes widened as he slowly smoked his pipe,he knows by now of that silent young man who is leading the wars against Thoreau’s army,as he slowly flipped the coin back and forth,the princess’ promise,indeed she is living up the philopshy of storm bringers,perhaps the tides of the stands are stirred by that young man,even he knew of Drago’s breaking point as he is trying to fight the sea serpent,the growling Thoreau,his quiet madness in his veins,he knew that Drago have secretly sailed to Tristin Ports to seek the information,”come my friend,you must be exhausted,perhaps a cup of the finest will warm your scales-“ ,as he could recognize his hardened expression “this tea came from the farthest regions,of course gulped by the blubbering Arconsese-" “You always seems to stir in the damn wind every goddamn time -“ as he observed ‘Aamir pouring that small ornate cup “commanding the gods whenever you go-" 

“what does it have to do with my city-“ Drago spoke dryly,as he drank it sheepishly,the last time he drank heaps of tea was of his youngest days,shivering at the mountains “You will see-“ as Drago noticed his calmness with ‘Aamir “You think you bathed fire in the veins-“,he knows the visit so clearly “You must be searching for the lost princess-“,as he noticed his paced sipping of the tea.“I heard from the thorns,your sister’s spies, that a young man is forming an alliance against at the old city to fight of the mad holy bitch-“-but Aamir know of that young man “Perhaps the princess is under your feet and you do not notice-" 

“Nonsense she must be dead-“,as Drago dismissed quietly,though he must keep word with Caelestra. 

“ah this is where you fall,you seen the masterpiece so many times that you forget the little details,a storm bringer is at your stone cold walls-“ Drago twitched quietly,either ‘Aamir must be mad or telling the truth,after all he always str the wind “I will think to that-"

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Basically a round up on my Nano journey,it has been a tough one for me,but I am still reocvering myself from it,I am okay

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642 things to write about:Christmas and the adventure begins

Note: A quick write up of some more 642 things to write we have  Auberon meeting the legndary Dorain (WOOOO) and The Long Path which I missed in which Chrismtas time is not a good time.

Prompt: You are lost in a foreign country. You can’t find anyone who speaks English. How do you react, and how do you find your way? (Auberon meeting Dorian for the first time woo)

Santo shouted “HUSH MY BOY THE GUARD NOTICE THAT WE SPEAK-“,and there he was punched backAuberon shivered quietly,seems that things has gone unlucky,as he could recall faint visions of him being dragged. He hoped that the merchants would not kill him easily,after all the only weapon he basically owned is his brain,sadly he did not have that grasp as he seen Santo hopeless,as he tried to translate “Pssst Santo what the hell did he said-" Auberon looked over the Midva necklace 'Please Midva,please spare me please-“,there he saw of a man,he has a beautiful robe that made him jealous,he seems to speak over the men,they did not agree,he could see the speed of the fights like the speeding wind,and there with a melodic voice “To creation be praised-" He gave that sulk “These men are rude-“,as she swung upon his blade,Auberon was dumbstruck “Perhaps I would teach you something,Icurians are always brave and flow like the shores-“,there he looked at Santo “Do not worry I will care for him,after all a little liquor would boost him up-“ he has that calm smile,as he slide his saber upon his hilt “can you get up golden boy-"

Prompt: The people who will live in your house after you move out.  (the Long Path-Mayor Alexander tried to go near the mom by coming into the empty house,AMELIA COME BACKKKK,your mom is screwed up)

Christmas eve night,things gotten lonely for Elena,she hear no news of Amelia’s appearance though the neighbors doing their best to support her at the darkest time,carolers from the local church sang Silent night in front of her porch,he mood dampens for she knows that Amelia loved that hymn,Caleb  trying his best to make presents for her and watching Christmas movies with his nephews and nieces. She grew even more lonelier that it make the neighbors anxious ,she miss the laughter of the lights,all faded away like the burnt out candles. There she make herself the usual Christmas special,tears fallen down in the kitchen counter,she always tried to keep the brave front,in hope for her daughter to return,with that warm smile in her face but it seems colder as the winds gush in,with only silhouettes of children making the snowmen and angels.

There she heard the knock,a handsome figure came in,he brought a bottle of Champagne,a box of hot chocolate mix and some warm turkey “Elena I know Christmas must be hard for you-“,there he hold her hand “Perhaps you want to go out for the dinner-“,Elena barley looked out “No I do not want to go out-“ she has that slight mumble “Are you sure,it is lovely to see the snow fall in the windows-“,there he looked over the room,there he switched on the radio,there it played the hymn,he gave that kiss. Elena twitched slightly,she somehow feel awake by his gaze “No no, do you want to try this-“ there she sheepishly wiped the sweat as she brings the pot of Borsch and fried carp,he was entranced by that “that smells lovely-“ He seems so warm and kind “Amelia always hated Christmas,so much noises but she gotten better since my father gave her the top,now she can sit on the table eating the gingerbread,she loved shouting of the little star-“. A tear streaked in her face,and there Alexander gave that squeeze “I know that Christmas is hard,perhaps we can celebrate that-“as he open the bottle of champagne and pour on the chipped glasses “Merry Christmas-“,as he gave that quiet glint. There he gulped the wine and gave her the longest kiss,Elena all flustered as her tears touch on his mouth.

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Excuse me of my sad fluey face,some quick updates of things,the second video is below which I talk about Legends

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A sneak preview of the Long Path-Marlowe’s meeting with Amelia and introducing Clymenstra

Note: In case you do not know I have a fictionpress account with my new story,I am still tinkering tonight on the chapter on the police station to create a new character called Marlowe (after the playwright Christopher Marlowe-I blame Legends for a character whose ancestor is him),so he is your typical cyncial detective who is pretty much a dick to Amelia,so I will introduce you to clymenstra -a rusalka who is the femme fatale,well she is pretty grey which is very fun to write and given the pagan roots-I can see Rusalkas living in murky drains which is my film noir interpretation of the legend

There he heard a knock,he scalded the coffee ”give me more clues-ah oh check the suspects-” Marlow saw a young girl with a hooded top,she barely looked at him,she packed her ear muffs and placed it on the bag “You must be Mr Marlowe-the inspector which Ma Priscilla was talking about” Marlow scratched his head on her frankness “. Amelia tried to recall how to introduce herself, “I am Amelia Alaev,I live in 57 Oak Streets,I have questions on grandfather-”,Marlowe was surpised by her frankness “Look kid,you are too young to know you know grown up thing-so bugger off-”,Amelia glimpsed on the polaroids “I need those-” Amelia could recall those wounds,the scars are deep “must be a powerful demon probably ten thousand years old and experienced” “Kid-” as Marlowe snatched the Polaroids “you cannot snoop over my things-” Amelia cannot read his anger fuelled by mugs of coffee and cigarette,Marlowe sighed intensely over Amelia’s lack of response “this is no murder mystery kid so scram-” Amelia grew more impulsive it is more than fairy tales,it was real,seeing the photographs of her grandfather in pain could give a direction,using her strength she tried to snatch away the Polaroids. “Look kid I would not let these go to the wrong hands,why are you interested in this shit by the way-” Clymenstra p>

“No”

 ”Alexander’s secertary she seems to be sucked the life all out of her-” Marlowe bit his cigratte harder,seems this town that he was transfewr was werider than intially briefed ‘Pick the evidence-” as he looked through the gaunt body shadows enevloped Marlowe-the smell fo smoke came through him as he heard an old song,a lady smirking “well officewre not ven your puny sense can catch me- Marlowe  as he slowly examineed the inidividaul “To be dammed-” as she dragged him to the waters “sometimens the humnan play the rational-” as she took out the ciratte and lit it nthe smell of sewers engulefed him “Sometimes it was the rational mind that sprawled the darkness worse than you think of-” There she disappeared in the cold fogs.