Not Very Good, But It's A Post: A Prophecy

"Raven black, emerald green,

Skin of crystal sheen,

The daughter of our King,

Her faith like dragon wing,

Will bear her safely here,

To the land,

Of Dramri's tear,

Across the land,

Travels she,

The daughter of our King.

When oppression is near,

And our King's land is soiled,

A Savior will come,

To save us all."

Author: It's unedited, watch out. It's from and for my book Freedom.

-Author

Character Interview(featuring Aracora Irene Deathseeker)

Today you can see an exclusive Interview with Aracora Irene DeathSeeker. Enjoy!

Interviewer: Hi. What is your name?

Aracora: I'd think you'd know

Interviewer: I know your name, but asking you what it is is the first question of this Interview.

Aracora: Oh. Because everyone reading this simply cannot read the bold text before what I am saying.

Interviewer: Ummm... *reads list of questions* Do you like chocolate?

Aracora: Is that the name of an evil villain?

Interviewer: *cough* Um... no. Do you have any family?

Aracora(hisses): What business of yours is that?

Interviewer: Ummm... I don't know. It's on my list of questions.

Aracora: Blast. Well, I'm not answering that one.

Interviewer: Not unexpected. What weapon do you like to use?

Aracora: I use a curved blade which is poisoned, magic, and poison.

Interviewer: What color is your hair?

Aracora: I was born with jet black hair which my mother dyed red stripes in. When I was old enough to shape-shift, I always used a plain profile, with brown hair.

Interviewer: Eye color?

Aracora: I have blue eyes when I am pleased and not angry, red when I am angry, green when I am sad, brown when I am excited.

Interviewer: Interesting. Your favorite food?

Aracora: Food means nothing to me unless I am poisoning someone with it.

Interviewer: Your favorite thing to do?

Aracora: Hard to choose from torture and killing.

Interviewer: *gulp* Your hobby?

Aracora: Swordplay.

Interviewer: What makes most people qualify as idiots in your eyes?

Aracora: Anyone who is not a Shape-Shifter is an idiot.

Interviewer: Hmmm.....

Author: *laughs*

Aracora: What are you laughing at?

Author: Do you.. realize.. this... is just like an interrogation!

Aracora(face flushed): WHAT?! *draws sword and chases Interviewer)

Author: *draws curtain* Have a nice day, all!

-Author

*drumroll*

Greetings! Greetings!
As of last night, a very exciting event has happened. Last night, aided by Createspace, I finished the cover for my NaNoWriMo novel, Project ASKIO. Here 'tis!

TADA!!!!

-Author


P.S. STALKERS BE WARNED, IF YOU TRY TO BE MEAN AND MALICIOUS ABOUT MY REAL NAME, *draws Sharpie of Ideas* YOU WILL BE "EXTERMINATED!"

Prologue From Author's First Book "Freedom"

Author: Here's my prologue from the book I'm trying to publish.

Prologue
Running

Ryebrynn ran. She ran from her troubles, she ran from The Orphanage and its commanding Mistress and Master. The thought of the bite of the Master’s whip scared her, as did the thought that she might be caught by the Mistress’s hunting hounds. Almost too scared, causing her to tremble and trip. "Dramri! Hear me! Protect me!" She prayed to the god she hardly knew, her feet were cut and her clothes were in rags.

"Ryebrynn, you are Mine,” a voice resonated from the heavens, “I will not abandon you. I will keep you safe. My power protects you. I am with you to the end of the age."

Ryebrynn stumbled and fell, looking down at the lump her hand rested on. A glimmering purple mound lay solitary on the ground. Curious, she stooped; seeing an animal alone in the wilderness, she gently picked it up, wondering what it could be. Holding a finger in front of its tiny nose, Ryebrynn felt the faint breath of life. 

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured. “But what are you?" As Ryebrynn was turning the creature over in her hands, she felt small raised bumps on its skin. Investigating further, she discovered that they were tiny scales… and the lumps of wet cloth-like membrane folded on either side were… wings! Ryebrynn heard a startling sound... hoof beats and the baying of hound dogs. 

With a burst of panicked adrenaline, she jumped up and sprinted off, farther east into the dark forest. The Orphanage had sent men out after her. That must be it. A surge of fear entered her heart as she heard dogs approaching. Oh, so tired! She desperately wanted to stop, to catch her breath, but they were hot on her trail, leaving her no choice but to run. She still held the small, purple bundle against her chest. Her feet bled, and she was alone.

She wept, and realized she still held the small dragon. Or, at least, she thought it must be a dragon. Clutching the dragon closer, she wept for her lost life, she wept for her pain, she wept because she had nowhere to go, and soon the men would catch up. “I… I have to do this,” She muttered, hiding the tiny dragon in her tunic pocket, for it was small at the time, and set off to meet with the men chasing her, tears running down her face. The men harshly yelled at her, causing Ryebrynn to flinch. One slapped her, another kicked her harshly, and Ryebrynn tried hard to hold back the tears. To be strong.... Ryebrynn gasped out the tears, failing to hold them in. She was quickly led back to The Orphanage—to punishment.

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Author: Mwahahahaha!! I'll leave you to worry over her.

-Author

Prodigal, by Ametri Mion

“Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like prodigal sons and daughters thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Never say Farewell,

For in Shayali,

We shall always meet again.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Our time on this earth is short,

But for thee I may mourn,

But when I think of thee,

I shall rejoice always.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

In Shayali, thee are,

In Shayali thee rejoices,

In Shayali, thee will remain forever on!

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Father God, my Dramri,

Welcome these brave ones,

Dear Father,

Welcome them.

Give them all they need,

And comfort their widows and children,

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.”

Oh Dramri, give their hearts a peace,

Oh, my Father,

Give them rest,

Peace from this war.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Bless them, my Father. May they rest in peace.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Oh Father, Bless Them!”

-Author

P.S. Sorry that Ametri cannot make an entrance, but he's dead.