I’m in the process of rewriting a story I created back in my junior year of high school, 3-4 years back. And I hope to one day publish it once it’s good enough, but I want some advice on whether the concept is something people would actually read or if I should keep it to myself.
Preview: it’s about a god who abandoned his city after it fell apart, and now lives as a bard while everyone forgets who he use to be.
✧ Characters to Come ✧
* Taliesin — a wandering bard… who was once something far greater
* Kavea — a quiet, horned girl who seems more at home with the forest than people
* Abrielle — a stubborn, soft-hearted merchant who refuses to take “no” for an answer
* Lauren — a sharp-tongued shopkeeper with more insight than she lets on
* The Wake — something that watches from the dark, waiting for the light to fade
In The Name of Lavea
By Vivienne O.
Chapter 1 — Thee’ Old Bard.
From atop the highest mountain, overlooking the distant remains of an old forgotten land sat a bard. His hair tied tightly into twin braids, the color of soft hay with a golden almost ethereal glow. On his head sat a green hat, with the vague resemblance of a childhood story book character. A white shimmering feather that glowed in the sunlight uprooted itself from the side. The feather of a god.
He had received the feather as a gift, payment for the tune he’d play locally.
“Please, take this feather for payment. I am short on Rouz and can not offer much else. I apologize sincerely.” He reached a pale handout toward the feather, watching it glow faintly at his touch. His lips turned upright into a small appreciative grin, placing the feather to his heart. “Thank you.” As Atlas turned, his cap fluttered with the wind. Disappearing into a crowd of merchants.
Taliesin removed the feather from his chest, staring down at it with his golden speckled gaze, glowing faintly in remembrance.
The feather had been ten years of age at that point, at least while in his possession. Still, it looked pristine and untouched despite the rugged years of travel. Partly due to his sparing care and the natural protection placed upon it. Taliesin sat precariously over the edge, his legs swaying back and forth over the side. He runs a pale, unmarked hand against the feather, to most the exchange would be seen as wasteful - receiving a feather as payment in exchange for Rouz. Yet to him, it was merely an exchange between old friends, a friendship that had been lost to time. He doubted that Atlas remembered him, or that the god of despair recognized him for that sense. He had changed dreadfully over the years, posing as a bard and going under the pseudonym: Taliesin.
Off in the distance sat the ruined remains of distant land. A clear memory of the past, he recalled the day it was destroyed, the chaos that ensued. Then with Anaphora’s sudden disappearance, he followed shortly. Perhaps he was cowardly, disappearing at such a crucial point, when the people of Levea needed him most. Needing all of them, really.
Yet he left, leaving only three of the original five divine beings. He had read the poets of him, the stories and scriptures – they looked up to him, like a hero in the mess of destruction. As the story went, Aethen left when the goddess of creation vanished. Vowing to the gods to bring her home, it was foretold by many that they would return with promises of a better land, that their ruler’s sister would return. Yet, they never did, eventually their story was forgotten, and so was his name.
He stopped being Aethen, the god of refuge.
(If the format looks off it’s cause it was copy pasted from a good doc’s)
A disappointment for me is that I can shorten the word thirsty too “I thirst,” but I can’t do the same too hungry because then I’m just telling people “I hung”
I’m devastated, I just learned that a cover channel I like has been AI the whole time. And here I was listening to their songs everyday like “damn. I hope to work hard enough to sing like them,”
It appears my manifestation only wants to apply itself to small things like milk or getting burnt. The other day at work I touched the oven (530) degrees until shut off and cooled down. I knew instantly by the redness and the pain it was going to be a burn.
But I got out of work, and said “no. I’m not doing this. I’m not dealing with a possible 2 degree burn.” And it hurt but I ignored the spot and kept thinking, “it’s going to stop hurting.”
And it did, now it’s 2 days later and no burn has presented itself. Even though it was bound to happen, nobody touches the hot stones in those ovens without a minor burn at least that leaves marks and hurts for days.
I’m not complaining, it’s been helpful. Drinking milk and having burn free hands but I really would like to go to my DR please 🙏
I just manifested my milk not being expired! When my boyfriend went downstairs to get me milk he said it’s been there for a month or two so it’s probably 100% expired and that makes sense. But instead in my head I said, “no it’s not it’s going to expire the 19th,” just because I REALLY wanted milk for my cereal.
He then says the milk is fine and I jokingly go “what does it expire the 19th?” And he said it actually does. I didn’t tell him about this, it was just between me and my brain but LOOK.
Why not believe in shifting, look outside, look on the phone- the news for fucks sake and tell me with a straight face that you won’t consider shifting, whether you’re an unbeliever or not. Why wouldn’t you want to travel endless realities. One where children aren’t put on an island to be diddled.
Is it still a shift if you sit down confused on why you’re freaking out over the number 120 like it was important? Like I know I need to remember it, but I also know it’s not from here.
Edit: like I’ve become super aware and anxious because I have a meeting or something at 1:20 pm. But it’s 7:40 Pm… and I don’t have a meeting for 1:20 pm.
Success is small, you probably don’t even notice you’ve done it.
For example: past month I’ve been manifesting for paler skin (I’m already pale but I wanted to be like porcelain white) and it’s worked, I wanted my favorite YouTuber to stream, and he did, and I wanted to pass a statistics exam I didn’t study for an it was really easy and I knew everything.
Success might not be what you’re looking for, but it’s there.
Reminder than any shifting script you make does not need to be pretty. Mine literally scribbles of how I want my body to look while arrows point saying- “Long soft hair.”
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