Yep this is the final chapter.
I kinda spaced, I forgot this was the final chapter, I thought there was one more and I was like “Oh that’s it” haha.
It’s fine, it’s all fine, this is only the first book, I’ve already got plans on the next, I actually might go straight into the next one because it’s shorter than another Diana book and all these rejections have made me a little gunshy. I’m not sure I could make the next one as good as the first, you know the one that is already getting shat on by every cat lady literary agent and her fucking cats!
I already have the ending of the fifth book in this series planned haha. Is that normal? I hope not. I think I need to set some time aside to plan out the next book and see if I get a jolt on it. I have a rough idea of how I want to start it, the other parts just haven’t fallen into place. The stuff, the rudimentary plot, the journey, the middle bit.
People always the most important parts of anything is the beginning and the end and I think that’s true but I’ve noticed this recent trend in movies and books to just have really middling middle bits. And it really hurts pacing because it makes a film feel shorter than it is. You need that journey to feel substantial and satisfying so if nothing really happens in the middle the whole thing collapses in on itself. it’s why you get that feeling when you watch a movie like you haven’t even really watched a movie, you just looked at some footage rolling over your eyes for a couple of hours. It’s because it’s not paced like the movies you actually like. Which is why Aquaman which I saw the other day did so well because it had unlike most comic book movies a decent middle with an idiana jonesie adventure and romance so the film felt like an adventure.
I’m not saying it was good, I’m saying the bar has been lowered so far that this crap passes for good, it’s the best most sparkly tinfoil covered turd in the punchbowl. The main villain didn’t appear at the start and disappear through most of the movie but still get praised as the best villain ever just cos like in Black Panther. You follow both villains through the whole movie cutting back and forth between the heroes and villains in a way that felt satisfying and bolstered the movie.
So yeah I enjoyed it like a person enjoying the interior decoration of a sinking ship.
In a good mood today which is weird because I’m actually in shitloads of pain because I pulled a muscle in my back on a chest fly. I had a really nice dream about the only person in the world that really matters. For reasons I can’t disclose, mainly pure evil; I can’t see that person but the dream let me know that one day I would. I really need to be someone they can be proud to know exists. I just need something, a clear path to being a real person.
Fuck me, why is this ‘life’ thing so hard?
Anyway, I promised I would plan something today, my next book possibly or some other hair brained scheme perhaps.
Gonna try and get some feedback on the completed book and maybe make some changes to it, there’s a lot about it that still feels unfinished.
“So you’ve finally arrived” Bres smirked as he bit the head off a pear. “Would you sit? Your ward is readying himself, my men and I rode all night to be here, we’re very tired.” He said staring at her as he chewed. His champion Ogma at his side, face bandaged like a mummified corpse, shrouded in a grim countenance. He looked as stiff as a tailors dummy sitting completely erect in his armor. Dian Cecht sat on the end, silent as the grave with his head hanging low trying not to be seen.
“I-I-“ The druiddess stammered.
“Sit down” Bres said firmly but softly.
Birog sat awkwardly on an ornate oak chair with a floral pattern on the green seat cushion. She almost missed the chair as she couldn’t take her eyes off the man that had been chasing her doggedly. Unable to get anything close to comfortable as her mind reeled and her fingers tightened around the box.
“I shouldn’t want to spoil the surprise but I can’t imagine what’s inside that box will save you.” Bres sighed.
“No, he told us where you were going but I pressed no further about the contents of that box” Bres smirked wickedly “I do so like surprises.”
“I won’t kill you in his presence out of respect, but mark my words, this doesn’t end well for you little druid”.
Ogma narrowed his eyes making a face as if it pained him to do so, looking at his king. His king who’s face was beginning to turn an odd shade of purple with red blotches surfacing. “Look at her, she’s beaten, she knows it, we have no need to kill her my lord” He said. “She can still be of use.” He added looking at her, as if it was a question.
“Who is it that tells the king of Inish Veil what he must do?” Bres said without looking at him.
“He must kill me, don’t you see, I know too much” Birog said looking down talking into the box clutched to her chest. Then casting an erstwhile glance at Ogma.
Bres said nothing but tensed his jaw and started to grind his teeth as his face got more colourful.
Just as Ogma was about to get curious the page came back with cold meats and wine.
“You’re just as handsome as I remember you, Bres the beautiful” an unseen woman said.
Bres looked around for the woman.
“We hope you haven’t forgotten us.” Another said.
“How could he do a thing like that?” A third added.
Bres turned his head and appeared a beautiful woman with blonde hair in a white dress. And then one behind him leaning over his shoulder in a black dress with dark hair and then on his lap was a woman in a red dress with red hair.
“How could I forget such enchanting enchantresses” Bres smirked.
“Oh you are a flirt”
“But how rarely you pay us a visit”
Bres smiled “Kings seldom have free time for such things”.
“You came to see the old man not us” The girl in white pouted.
“That couldn’t be further from the truth, I came to see the lovely three Moriggu, if I were to check up on the old man it would be a matter of course, that’s all. How is he, may I ask?”
“Same as usual”
“Away with the spirits” They giggled.
“Who’s this?” The one in red said sneeringly pointing at Birog.
“A pilgrim I met along the road perchance, she’s come a long way to see him”
“She has? Whatever for?” The one in black wrinkled her nose.
“She has a gift for him” Bres smirked.
“A gift?” The one in white said excitedly, her eyes widening like a child’s.
“You can see him, if you promise you’ll visit us again soon” The one in red said.
Bres took her hand and kissed it “Anything for you Babd”.
The other two looked on with cloistered dismay and disdain.
In an instant they transfigured themselves into fireflies of their respective colour. They flitted through an opening in the main room of the anti-chamber.
Birog entered the main chamber behind Bres who pushed the doors open wide, followed up by Ogma who looked on stonily.
The main chamber in contrast to the rest of the fortress was the definition of opulence. Every wall covered in red and purple and white silk. The furnishings were made of the finest materials, gold and silver leaf traced every nook of the room.
It wasn’t just a main chamber or a bed chamber. It was an exquisite throne room with extravagant chandeliers. A banquet table sat in the centre piled high with the grandest smelling food one could imagine.
At the far end of the room a set of stairs carpeted in a deep red velvet, leading to the throne and on it sat the once and former king Nuada Airgetlám.
“I bid you welcome Bres and guests.” He said softly.
“Hail ‘king’ Nuada” Bres said with a mocking smirk.
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