All hail internet writers!

Since I don't even know how to thank them, I will write it on here, which no one will read. Who gives! I feel so ecstatic I don't. Thank you to the wonderful people on internet who told me how to make a fantasy novel outline. Really dumb, really obvious method, that left me completely and totally awestruck at the simplicity. So I applied it... and right away the ink (or pencil, as the case may be) started flowing. The ideas were just ... there. One after the other, a story that began to develop and take root. This... and then this, and this, and that, and... I am soooooo happy! Needless to say I never managed to actually develop an outline, and that killed Dark Dawn for me. That novel is in a RUT. So I am starting with Truth Seeker, which is an idea that I like, and plus Mrs. Tamora Pierce's works truly inspired me. I had read the immortal's quartet, have just finished Protector of the Small, and I'm off to read Trickster's Choice. So thank you to her too... although I have my own rough style, I will try to somewhat emulate hers, because her writing is truly a joy to read. So there you have it! Even though I've already written a 100 pages or so for a novel, I have never been so close to finishing one as I am here. And I want to write fantasy.
The Five is my ongoing project, but Truth Seeker is flowing so nicely I'm not gonna interrupt it. Which is, after all, exactly what I'm doing right now, so I'm gonna get back to it.
*Dances off with joy to come back and sit her butt in chair and happily type word after word after word*

The start of something.

The start of something I wrote for fun. "Darkened Tales", I call it. I just wanted a sassy heroine. Not that I've actually developped her beyond her sassiness, but there you go!
(I changed my layout. And I like it, baby. I like my other blogs layout too. Orange and black is pretty...)

Prologue

You know what they say about happily ever after? That, well, every fairy tale ends that way. Prince saves damsel, saves the day, and they lived happily ever after. Sometimes they add “and they had many children” but that’s optional.
Yeah.
Load of bull. Take it from someone who knows.
Those fairy tales you’re used to? Those happy endings you clapped for when you were a kid? Close this book right now if that’s what you’re waiting for.
I’m not here to put stars in your eyes. I’m not here for a happy dream in beddy-bye land. I’m not here for a slow/idiotic/half-mean witch, step-mother or dastardly green-skinned gnome bad guy to defeat. Rumpelstilskin is so yesterday, anyway.
You thought fairy tales were simple, right? You thought, that on the contrary to your world and your people, we were black and white, good and evil, and that the line was clearly drawn? That the stories were a simple good guy/bad guy show down.
Guess again.
Maybe the stories conditioned your thoughts. Maybe they were a mistake. I don’t know. I’m not here to know, anyway.
There’s no turncoat in Sleeping Beauty, I suppose. There’s no traitor in Snow White. There’s a little slyness in there, the stepmother (what, her again? She’s everywhere! They really should get around to catching her descendants) offering up a poisoned apple, or the idiotic witch showing the princess to a spindle (what on earth does that woman have with needles?) and it’s the size of an elephant, mostly to caution your kids about trusting strangers… but generally the heroines and their princes have a pretty easy time of it. Well, that’s what the stories say, anyway.

What choice did we have? Yeah, we could have recounted the truth. We could have taken dreams away from you and your children.
We don’t dabble in your world, but you affect ours. And it’s not like the fairy tales don’t help, they do… you forget them, along the way, but they help at one point.
They help… but not enough, not anymore.
So I’m saying it. I’m writing it. This is what’s behind those lovely stories. A world so much darker than you could make out. We don’t live happily ever after. The tales you hear are half told.
Sleeping beauty did wake up. Beauty did turn her beast back into a Prince. The goose girl did marry her heir to the throne… But Aurora woke up to find her kingdom destroyed. Belle’s family was cursed. The goose girl’s prince might’ve been heir to a throne, but that throne had been taken over centuries ago.
What use would our stories have been if we’d told them true? What joy would they have brought to your world, and what magic would it have brought to ours?
(Before you get your hopes up, let me tell you: Rapunzel went bald when she turned thirty-two. All the shampoo in the land couldn’t help it. It’s sad, but there it is. She wore a wig for the rest of her days. Luckily her prince had already climbed her tower because otherwise she’d still be rotting up there, poor gal.)

And you’re thinking, “what kind of warped fairy tale is this?” Well, this is the real deal.
Imajin is a dark place, traveler. We fight, we have fought for centuries. There wasn’t anything else we could do.

Well. There's a rebellious teen in all of us.

I'm sure you'll know for whom this was written.

See me

You speak like I can't hear
Each careless word you say,
Knowing that you love me
Can't take the pain away.

You scream, like I don't listen
To the anger in your heart...
Knowing that you'll always care,
My world still falls apart.

You talk, as if I'm absent
From the room you're standing in,
Though I know you don't mean it...
It gets beneath my skin.

And when I speak of dreams?
You smile, and pat my head!
I'm to be a woman
You see a child instead.

You say I'm just a girl,
Like you would ever know!
The child inside my heart
Gave up ten years ago.

What will it take for you,
To realise, and see,
That I was never who
You wanted me to be?

Because I'm bored. Because it's too late to call you.

So this is the translation to the two french poems. Because, as I said it, I'm bored. They're not as pretty in english, but ... who cares?

A Single Glance

Understand a single glance
A single moment, suffer
Forever your face
Carved into my memories

Let my tears fall
Jewels in their cases
Still beauty of an angel
Of the uncertain present

The tomb of a single memory
Offer up a single prayer
A face reflected in a mirror
In shadow a single light

Lyrics of a memory
A glance, eternity...
Let them invade me
Let them shatter me

The dreams of a single moment
The regrets of the past
Blown away by the wind
All I can do is forget...

And:

Let Me

A tear, I am inspired
By a single glance from you
I live, a single sigh
Reflection in a mirror

A single beat of wings
Hair flying in the wind
One eternal moment
Come back to me, I'm waiting

Fleeting caress, hidden
The brilliance of a smile
Forgotten emotion
I live, let me die

Let me have a single image
Let me have just one regret
Just a simple mirage
Let me simply love you