Bit of a chill one today, its raining outside and I’m feeling gently melancholic – but in a good way haha.
I really do love the rain, sometimes I can’t sleep without hearing it. Don’t know what I’d do if I left the country to some hotter climb. I think I’ll only truly be happy when I move somewhere where it rains all the time haha.
It really doesn’t rain in England as much as people think.
I dunno, I don’t like going out in it but I could spend hours just watching it. Something about knowing that someone else is doing the exact same thing somewhere. Or that outside the world is bare of people, just all huddled around inside watching as it comes down. The steady rhythmic metronome of the rain hitting the ground and trees. Something about that really gets me.
I don’t have much to say other than that, not been up to much except proofreading. I think I really need to go over Cur a couple of times because it’s just too big of a project not to. It only worked out around 50k words but when I say big I’, referring to the scope. I tried to make a little fantasy story but the source material is unrestrainably epic.
I did borrow my brothers ps4 to try out the new spiderman game, I think the last spiderman game I played might have been spiderman 2 haha. It’s pretty good but it has some serious flaws, I might write a review when I finish it.
Down to this latest chapter of Cur, probably the most pivotal chapter up to now in terms of the lore and the backstory for the characters as well as the main themes for the story overall. No action unfortunately but *in Bain voice* ‘That comes later’.
This is sort of where the main story really takes off in terms of an actual quest and some epic duels will follow on from this. This is basically the end of this part and the next will all be about the actual task that Birog is to be given. The main story is of course about Cur but Birog is the character that carries the driving force of the plot.
Ok so enough rambling about that haha. I’ve been too knackered to finish Plunder Squad recently, that’s the name of the Parker book I’m reading, please don’t judge them by the titles haha. Thankfully kept away from the witcher. Not sure I’ll return to that honestly, just a chore to read.
That’s all for now, hope you like this excerpt and if you do, head on over to inkitt to read the rest and my other stories.
Hear- could hear nothing but the sound of the lapping sea and the gulls circling overhead with their monotonous chatter. The sea roared at his feet, the sky swirling with black and grey clouds. His mouth was open and dry and he could feel the sand under him but nothing else and he couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
He stared up at the clouds unable to move his head or close his eyes or feel any of his extremities whatsoever. Not the cold of the wind, nor the spray of the sea, only the sand below him shifting and the little things crawling beneath it.
There was no pain, or pleasure, or sense at all, just the sea’s endless roar.
Underneath him and he could feel his hair knotting in the sand, damp and being pulled by something. His feet too were being tugged by something out of his line of sight.
“We want the dead one’s boots” A little guttural voice said.
“We wants his eyes” The harsh voice tugging at his hair said. “Whats you need boots for under the waters anyways?”
“To trade” The affronted one said.
“You already have your trophy for the king of the deep, begone with you!”
The two figures continued to bicker and pull at the dead man lying on the beach.
“What’s that?” One of them said.
“Leg it!” The other said accompanied by the sound of skittering little feet.
And then by his feet a splashing sploshing noise as the waves swallowed one of the little things pulling at him and the other darted into a bush.
“What do we have here?” A new voice said, one that sounded like a bear and a bird talking at once. “There is life left in this one yet”
Time passed as the dead man watched the sky roll over him without care. The sun seen through the clouds turning orange as he felt himself being dragged on what sounded like wooden plank along the ground.
The sounds of the waves then replaced with the sound of a campfire and the blanket of clouds replaced by the blanket of night. The stars like pin pricks in the roof of the sky beaming down on his lifeless inert form. Only remnants of his consciousness left to stare out of a blank face for eternity as the rest fell away.
Cur awoke from his dream, his neck feeling stiff after being trampled by the black mare. He hushed himself as he heard quiet conversation and the melodious playing of a harp and the light of another fire.
“It’s quite alright, I’d probably rob me too if I met me” The druidess laughed.
“Our time on the road has hardened us, I beg forgiveness my lady” Tuan tittered like a bard.
“And the other one?”
“He fell out of his mother hard as a rock” Tuan chuckled.
The druidess giggled “However did you meet him?”
“It’s a long and very embarrassing story.” Tuan said.
“Well? Do tell shapeshifter” She fawned
“You see I was caught short, let’s say, a mating ritual -interrupted.” He smiled and waited for a response.
“I was, how do you say, conducting myself in an indecent manor when some loutish fishermen caught me with my trousers around my ankles should we say. They bound me before I could change into something more formidable. There was nothing I could do, I was at a loss” Tuan said with a waiffish arrogance.
“Fisherman, in their nets, I’m sorry I’m not following.” The druidess balked as she talked into her cup.
“Forgive me, I forgot to mention I was transformed into a salmon at the time.” Tuan said absentmindedly staring off into space.
“Oh I see, Oh I see” She giggled.
“Yes, so these idiots were planning on cooking and eating me, I tried to talk to them but they wouldn’t have any of it. I tried to tell them I wasn’t a fish but that just made it worse. You see they were convinced for some damned reason that eating me would give them all the knowledge in the world. I have no idea why.” He said as he took a sip from his cup.
“Why didn’t you change into a Wyvern or a crocodile?” Birog said wide eyed, listening intently.
“I was already confined in the pot, and I couldn’t think of anything, I get terrible stage fright, all animals fall out of my head when pressed.”
“So what happened then?” She said shaking her as if the drink was getting to her a little bit.
“Well all the noise of me shouting and arguing with the fishermen drew out the ogre. Who I suspect was trying to take a shit in the woods at the time and he came out and scared them off.”
The druidess burst into laughter spilling her wine over her shoulder.
“I only suggest that as his trousers were around his ankles as he chased them.”
She tried to catch her breath and sputtered “What happened after that?”
“Well I pledged my life to him as he inadvertently saved it. But of course sour one as he is, he didn’t take kindly to it at first but I was sure to follow him to one day return the favor. But as you might have guessed saving the life of a dead man is quite impossible.”
“What an interesting story, I don’t think I’ve heard anything like it in all my life.” Birog gaped. “But can I ask- why is he so-?”
“I’m not sure that’s the right word for it, I’m not sure a word exists to describe what he is. He’s cold but inside burns something truly- monstrous, something I couldn’t envision even in my dreams”.
“I know little of him but of his people, I have seen much.”
“What have you seen?” She said intently as bit from a leg of succulent roast pork which turned on a spit over the fire.
“I have seen Connacht in ruins as a crow sees it.”
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