Day 27… Who was Ely?

It was late twenty first century when the first reckoning broke out in old England, our book of elders spoke of the tension that had been building ever since the corruption of government. The lack of humanity in the people who owned the country was terrifying to the normal working people below them. The money derived powerful leaders took it upon themselves to change how the country was run.They discarded those who were not equals and left those with some wealth to fight for a place next to power. This era was regarded as the Bleak, poverty was the norm and many secrets were sold,  this was a moment in history that the book of elders did not to dwell to long on.

The book of elders however starts with the story of the gracious Ely Williams, who took the burdens of the city upon his shoulders, unknowingly to him that it would be his death in years to come. Before his influential status he was like you and I, living under all those who had a ounce of power. People who knew him as a child only remember his innocent piercing blue eyes, he only ever achieved good and thus won over the hearts of his peers. Throughout the years he became popular in the lower society, mysteriously conjuring anything that was needed, giving no clues on how it happened but just words of wisdom that gave the community hope. No-one ever suspected someone from a lower society to be a threat to power, Ely had a way of disguising his huge community of followers. Over the years of Ely’s underling crusade the alliance to power had somewhat slipped and with their greed had not noticed, one by one communities across old England followed the leadership of Ely. In these years Ely had gathered his own guild of people worthy of greatness,  Sapphire became the signature of Ely, Emerald, Earth, Violet, Sun each of these great people dug out power from their hiding and replaced them to make a better world.

More tomorrow!!!

Night,

X

Day 26… The Kingdoms Reckoning

Over the next few days I am going to write a little prologue to The Kingdoms Reckoning.

The Reckoning

It was late twenty first century when the first reckoning broke out in old England, our book of elders spoke of the tension that had been building ever since the corruption of government. The lack of humanity in the people who owned the country was terrifying to the normal working people below them. The money derived powerful leaders took it upon themselves to change how the country was run.They discarded those who were not equals and left those with some wealth to fight for a place next to power. This era was regarded as the Bleak, poverty was the norm and many secrets were sold,  this was a moment in history that the book of elders did not to dwell to long on.

More tomorrow,

Night,

L

 

Day 13. Monday means story time :)

Last week I gave the blogsphere two passages of a little story that I would like to continue every Monday, this will let me tick off one of my new years resolutions and let me have some fun knocking away those Monday blues. (However tired I am, like tonight). I am really as I worked 14 hours yesterday non stop so it will not be much of a start I am sorry.

I call my story The Kingdoms Reckoning,

There is not point of pretending I am going to get back to my blissful sleep, sun has slithered through the cracks of the dusty blind and angered my senses. Yet excitement is brewing within me, I breathe in hard and exhale the butterfly’s into the chill of the night, dragon’s breath rolls out and vanishes into the dusk. With light seeping through the blinds the outline of my graduation cap and gown hang as if they are draped around a ghost. A ghost that would proudly walk upon that stage themselves and accept the token of freedom, taking mockery at my nerves.

It is only a passage tonight folks, Its 21.46 and I am off to bed.

Night, L

x

Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger! … Day 6

I decided to leave my plan and do this challenge , it is an interesting one. Enjoy.

The roll of film clicks signalling the end of the footage, my body in shock my mind buzzing with information the slightest idea of my country as such an innocent place has shattered, I have unwittingly been dragged into this pathetic lie. How the outside world is oblivious about this is sickening. We’ve been lied to for all these years, not under their protection but their obsessive ruling. I don’t understand… how nobody wanted to push the boundaries or question society. Why had I not seen it myself, we had been controlled, locked in, or out, the footage made me feel nauseous, yet pieces of life were starting to make sense, though it was too soon to be sure. What the f**k had I just found.

Ethan…Ethan…’ 

It wasn’t working, the footage had him in a trance, slowly he oozed back into our new yet wrong view of reality. I could see the clockworks of his broad mind absorbing, rejecting, braking down. Turning his head to meet mine in the dim light, I notice his brown eyes glisten,

‘Why did you show me that filth’ Ethan shouted into my face. Suddenly stunned at his reaction I creep further away from his side.

‘Just because I have  brown eyes does not make me a monster like the people in those films’  I believed him of course.

Ethan’ I breathed slowly ‘You’ve got to show your soul otherwise your just a piece of equipment…like they said in the film, and in this place they are drowning your soul that’s why you needed to see the footage I found’. 

He had not heard my plea,  I had lost Ethan, he sat staring into the darkness of the storage room filled with rusting film tins, I can only feel sorry, he had just found out that he was born for one reason, to kill. Brown eyes, that’s all that separated me and him however the film to him had already built a void between us in the space of seconds.

Ethan, I I I didn’t know it…’ 

Shush’ he butted in

I honestly did not mean to hurt you’

shut it Mia, cant you hear them’ . Of course I could it was the sound of twenty something pounding footsteps coming towards us, there was no time to plan an escape route, by the sounds of it we were already cornered. Ethan was usually the mind behind our plans but the footage had disabled him. The sound of footsteps and orders from the General trembled through the room.  I quickly stagger to my feet and pull Ethan up next to me, our senses slurred from the dark room and our reflexes cut short from the horror of the film we were not prepared.  The door flung open, cold air and dust  hit my cheeks,  the bright white light blinds my vision but one sense was clear………………….BANG!……………………………………………

I know there maybe other places where I could stop but I wanted to write more, I was having so much fun. I do want to apologize for grammar, my structure and the way I put things. I am not very good at writing I have never really been good at it. Its another reason for blogging. So I can curb my writing skills. I hope you found the Sylvester Stallone reference.

Check back tomorrow to find out what happens to Ethan and Mia in their new reality.

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