Stories To Be

Bits and Pieces of my stories. Some posts here will be continuances of a story. Some will be details or ideas for a scene or other part of a story that isn't next but I don't want to forget. Each post will be titled with the name of the story it belongs to, to keep things from being confusing.

Stories In Progress

  • Bane of Death
  • Tabled Unfinished Stories

  • Troia
  • The Lost Song
  • New Mutants: Angel
  • The Unending Story
  • Finished Stories

  • End, The - Feint of Heart Warning
  • Faith Winterfields
  • Flight
  • Chronicles of Gaia
  • Project, The
  • What's At S.T.E.A.K.
  • Poems

  • Sense of Wonder
  • Happiness In Health
  • Thoughts
  • Anticipation (of News)

  • Please let me know what you think!  Comment or e-mail me.  Both positive and negitive critiques expected!

    Friday, May 13, 2005

    Didn't Matter 

    Well, I shouldn't have given up all that sleep. I didn't make round two of the contest. Lots of work, no payoff. (Not as much work as I would have liked, but I guess now that's a good thing). Oh well, such is life. I can't always get what I want. At least I got some good writing in.

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    Thursday, May 12, 2005

    Opening Sequence - Partly rewritten 

    I started rewriting the third section of the opening sequence to make it better. Here's what I've got so far:




    This night, exactly nineteen years to the hour after the eclipse that Annette had been born under, another eclipse began. Which wasn't too strange since Lunar eclipses occur every six months around the world. At first no one paid it much mind, for there was too much else going on. Arthur took his wife's hand and tried everything he could think of to help her through the pain. Doomwise pondered through her vision, trying to find some significance beyond just a vision of coming death and destruction. However, as the pack reached the lake to begin their hunt in earnest and Belle's contractions escalated, this December 30th eclipse turned as peculiarly dark and red as its "twin" nineteen years before.

    Just as the Moon was emerging from totality, Belle gave birth. It was immediately obvious to Arthur the blood of werewolves ran strong through the new baby girl. The happy new parents named her Rosemary, meaning "Bane of Evil." Everyone present rejoiced, and announcements to family and friends were made.

    By noon that day rumors were circulating in the Uratha world. The coincidence of Annette's death followed by Rosemary's birth, the timing and appearance of the eclipses during their births, and Rosemary being Wolf-blooded, none of it was lost on the werewolves. Quite a bit of attention was turned the baby's way during the next few days, everyone hopeful she may have been sent to pick up the mantle of Annette. Soon the closest seer was sent for to confirm or deny the hopes. After spending many minutes with the baby, the seer indeed proclaimed Rosemary would be the salvation of the lodge.

    Eventually the news reached Doomwise's ears. To her there was another layer of coincidence, considering that same night had been the one of her most recent vision. She felt there was a connection, and had a need to know what it was. So she put aside her day to day responsibilities for a while to make the trip to visit the new baby.

    Because of how long it took word to reach her, by the time she arrived Rosemary was several days old.

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    New Scenes - WoD Story - Opening Sequence 

    "Annette is dead."

    The messenger's voice carried easily through the cold night air in the mountains where werewolves gathered. Without a cloud in sight, the full Moon brilliantly lit up the sky. The messenger stopped running when he reached the edge of the clearing and looked around. Heads turned towards him, everyone falling silent in surprise. One belonged to the man he was looking for. "Annette is dead," he reiterated to the Alpha.

    "What?" the Alpha asked. He stood abruptly and walked over to the messenger, becoming more angry with each step. "How!" he demanded to know.

    "I do not know," the messenger replied. He was panting lightly, indicating the run had been a long one. "We found her body floating in a lake about an hour ago."

    Whispering began amongst the others present. "What will we do?" "Who will keep the peace?" "Will we be able to stand them without her?" "How will we know who to trust?" were questions asked between the statements of what a tragedy this was.

    There was no doubt in the Alpha's mind this signaled hard times ahead, not only for his pack but for the whole lodge. Annette was usually a key figure in dealings with the other lodges and with non-werewolves. Her loss would be felt by many. On a personal level as well, for she had one of those genuine personalities that made everyone she called friend love her, and everyone else want her to call them friend.

    The Alpha leaned back and howled a long mournful wail. Others joined in, their voices lifting high into the night a chorus of loss. When the last howl drifted off, the Alpha gathered his pack.

    "We are going to hunt! If it takes all night, or longer, we will hunt down who killed our packmate and make them pay," he announced. He balled one of his hands and slammed the fist into his other hand. "There will be time enough to mourn later. We must act before the trail is cold!" Then he turned to the messenger. "Lead us to the lake."

    Everyone leapt to their feet and rallied themselves for the hunt. Many shifted into {wolf form} in anticipation. The group was quickly organized. But as it began to head out a call was heard, immediately followed by a faint cry of pain from a farther source.

    "Arthur! Come quick!" the call said.

    Arthur turned from his position in the pack at the sound of the urgency with which his name had been spoken. But a stern look from the Alpha kept him from moving any further.

    A human came into view. He stopped abruptly at the sight of all the werewolves staring at him. It was a moment before he gathered himself enough to continue on his mission and looked around. "Arthur!" he exclaimed again as his eyes found who he was seeking. "Your wife! She's in labor!" he explained with wild gestures. "Come on, man, come on! Belle's in labor! She's calling for you!"


    Arthur looked to the Alpha. He nodded permission for Arthur to go to his wife instead of with the hunt.

    As the pack took off in one direction following the messenger, and Arthur and his human messenger in the other, the slightest sliver of a shadow darkened one edge of the moon. An eclipse had begun.

    ---

    Doomwise's eyes snapped open. Disorientation took hold for a few moments as she struggled to understand where she was. Then she began to feel as well as see. Instantly she knew these were not her eyes, what she felt was not what it felt like to be in her own body. Especially since she felt pain!

    She blinked a few times to clear her vision. But when she tried to look down at herself she wasn't allowed. Apparently the dream had something specific it wanted to show her.

    All around her there was intense fighting. She could see it and hear it. Werewolves locked in deadly combat, one already dead at her feet, many more littering the battle field. She couldn't tell what the reason was, but she knew she was on the losing side.

    There were screams and howls and yelps, all downing out words not meant for her to hear. No matter how much she blinked or wiped her eyes, blood blurred her vision. There was even lightning crackling and flashing about to add to the confusion. Everything worked together to keep her from identifying the enemy. But as she looked around she could get pockets of clarity.

    First she saw a locus, an evidently powerful locus. It was being drained while the battle raged nearby. At that moment she knew the battle was not only for survival, but also to defend or steal the locus. Only she wasn't able to identify by whom. So she looked on.

    Surprisingly, in one area she saw humans fighting as well as werewolves. They appeared to be defending themselves while attempting to retrieve a fallen comrade.

    The view in another area was of several werewolves trapped by some sort of barrier restraint. They were angry and fiending to help the well outnumbered side. But each time one of them tried to break through the barrier, that one was thrown helpless to the ground by a jolt of energy.

    Then a flash of reflected moonlight caught her eye. She turned to see a blade raised high with expected triumph. Then she saw two, then three. The owners of the blades grinned with sadistic glee at their already badly wounded target. He valiantly lifted his arm and blocked one of the attacks, but the other two struck true, one through his chest the other his back. They pulled their weapons out, and the body of the now dead werewolf slipped to the ground.

    Suddenly an unearthly cry erupted from behind her, and Doomwise found herself shocked awake.

    She stumbled to her window, committing every detail of the vision she had just had to memory. Once she was sure she would not be forgetting any of it, she looked up to Luna for comfort. She hated her visions. Most regarded them as a gift, for Doomwise was as powerful a seer as her mother had been. But she considered her so called gift a curse. Still, she would continue to bare the responsibility of her ability, and forewarn all who would listen.

    As she calmed herself in the moonlight, she noticed the Moon's profile had changed ever so slightly from being full. (Must be an eclipse,) she realized.

    ---

    This night, exactly nineteen years to the hour after the eclipse that Annette had been born under, another eclipse began, which isn't too strange since Lunar eclipses occur every six months. However, this December 30th eclipse was as peculiarly dark and red as its "twin" nineteen years before.

    Just as the Moon was emerging from totality, Belle gave birth. It was immediately obvious to Arthur the blood of werewolves ran strong through the new baby girl. The happy new parents named her Rosemary, meaning "Bane of Evil." Everyone present rejoiced, and announcements to friends were made.

    By noon that day rumors were circulating in the Uratha world. The coincidence of Annette's death followed by Rosemary's birth, the timing and appearance of the two eclipses, and Rosemary being Wolf-blooded, none of it was lost on the werewolves. Quite a bit of attention was turned the baby's way, everyone hopeful she may have been sent to pick up the mantle of Annette. Soon the closest seer was sent for to confirm or deny the hopes. After spending many minutes with the baby, the seer indeed proclaims Rosemary will be the salvation of the lodge.

    Eventually the news reached Doomwise's ears. To her there was another layer of coincidence, because that same night had been the one of her most recent vision. She felt a need to know if there really was a connection, and what it was. So she made the trip to visit the new baby.

    Including how long it took word to reach her, by the time she arrived Rosemary was several days old. Doomwise was greeted by Arthur, who seemed nervous at her arrival. That wasn't new to Doomwise, because of her accuracy in predicting disaster and death most people where afraid of her when the issue somehow pertained to them. But he willingly escorted her to Belle and the baby.

    It was obvious in the look in Belle's eyes that Doomwise's reputation preceded her with the Wolf-blooded as well as werewolves. At first Belle refused to let Doomwise near her child. Arthur had to spend half an hour and much effort convincing his wife it was best for them to know whatever Doomwise had to tell them. Finally Belle begrudgingly agreed, so long as she held the baby. Doomwise didn't believe she'd need any more than to be able to touch Rosemary. She was proven right when she reached out and gently made contact with the baby's head.

    Suddenly she was back in the vision of the battle for the locus. Her eyes opened to the same scene of combat and death as before. Only this time she had a different perspective. She quickly realized she was seeing things as Rosemary as a teenager. She was crying over a fallen werewolf, whom Doomwise knew from Rosemary had been the local pack's Alpha and Rosemary's mentor and father figure. Looking up, she saw there were young werewolves circling her protectively. The young werewolves dispersed towards the woods and the werewolves threatening her turned away. She stood up, and backed away from the fallen werewolf she was mourning over. Then Doomwise felt Rosemary begin to change. In that moment she also heard the same unearthly cry from her previous vision, only this time it sounded like it came from all around her. As before, she was jolted awake by it before being able to determine anything more.

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