Daily Writing Part 152. Story of Poems Part 86

Random words of the day: Gate. Nail

On occasion the content of a stanza gets flipped on its head during the writing process. I start with one idea, but eventually arrive at the end with something that, at most, only vaguely resembles the original concept. This week’s stanza is somewhat like that. Content-wise, the first part was pretty much the same, but while there was something going on with the gate, it was not quite going to be what it became. Well, it was in a way, but then I thought of another idea, only to find its execution to be a bit lacking and turning back to the original concept, fiddling around with the rhyming and flow, and finally turning it into what we have before us today. It’s not always I can show a glimpse of how true the tagline of this blog really is, but, ah, the times I can… ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Author’s Notes

So we come to the end of the line. Last week saw the last part of Between the Conclaves‘ epilogue and with today’s last set of author’s notes, it will truly be concluded. As always I found it a joy to read back those notes, now nearly ten years old! I was a young lad with a full head of hear, Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Abridged Series was on the rise and both my drive to write and my actual writing production were at an all-time high. Looking back on those years lately has been inspiring and has driven me to really get back on those other Star Wars stories I never finished. More on that next week. For now, please enjoy the final (unedited) author’s notes of Star Wars – Between the Conclaves!


Epilogue

Author’s Notes

16-02-2008, 00:25 PM
Attention, readers! My hair has just finished the ‘Between the Conclaves’ series! Hurray! Lushings of ginger beer for everyone! I’m so excited I could wet myself! Oops! Too late! Alright, alright! Enough with the incessant Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged quotes. I am really excited though! Right now I have just completed my very first solo work! YAAAAY!!! This is quite an accomplishment for me, someone who has tons of first chapters of never finished stories still lying around across several computers! And it makes me feel so incredibly happy! If any of you would be here with me now, I’d get you all sake (or cups of tea if you happen to be Abridged Bakura)!

The epilogue. I just finished it, and I must say I’m quite satisfied about it. I’ve pretty much always liked the Imperial meeting part since I finished it. It comes with an interesting revelation (if you pay attention!) and in my opinion shows very well the true “face” of Inquisitor Raeynil Ashgnar: ice cold, unforgiving, able to ennerve even the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, and at the same time so incredibly loyal, to fault obiviously, it is at once not only one of the Inquisitor’s greatest strengths but also a clear and tremendous weakness, and one of the few things that can stir up Raeynil’s emotions. I think those conflicting sides, along with the tremendous enigma Raeynil still is, are why I like this character so much.

While writing, and even when checking, I was worrying about how the part on Dantooine would come out. For some reason it just kept feeling, not right. In the end, it feels like all the pieces that should have fallen into place by now have done so. I said before that everything that happens in my stories, happens for a reason and I think you can see now how all events throughout the stories have slowly intertwined into the final act that concluded ‘Between the Conclaves’. As always, some of the questions that kept hanging at the end of ‘Coruscant’ have been answered, while (as I predicted!) others have already taken their place. It’s how it is. Not until the very end of the line I will give away the last decisive detail. And even then you might have to wait some more for some of the background stories that will appear, which in turn will raise other questions! With me, I doubt you’ll ever get the full picture, as I just keep on writing and writing and writing… :P And all the time I’ll keep you all in the dark! Ahahahahaha!!! I’m so diabolical it hurts! *slaps self for using yet another Abridged quote while having said to stop with them*

And yeah, what more is there to say really?

With this epilogue, ‘Between the Conclaves’ has finally reached its conclusion. This series of short stories I began over a year ago has finally come full circle and it feels just awesome! It has been one heck of a ride, especially for our three heroes, but I hope for you too! I hope you enjoyed following the adventures of Vhiran, Bultar and Shamila as much as I did writing them down: from Bultar’s “What in the blazes…” in the Refugee Sector in ‘Nar Shaddaa’ up until Vhiran’s “I won’t be long…” in the epilogue’s Dantooine-based cloning facility… To me, as a writer and artist, there will always be bits and pieces I will not be completely satisfied about, but, especially now that I finished it, that doesn’t seem to do much to me. I like my series, every single part, and will always look back at it with warm feelings, and I truly hope that with my writing I have brought to you all at least a bit of those feelings. Thank you so much for staying with this nutcase through it all! :)

Well, all? Not quite! As I said there’s more to come! And now that I have this behind me, I can and will focus my attention on the follow-up story that I’m writing with Nill. Look forward to it!

Vhiran


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Daily Writing Part 151. Story of Poems Part 85

Random words of the day: Mime. Blackboard
Welcome back to the weekly character introduction narrative poem! I kid, of course. Well, somewhat, anyway. Throughout the story we’ve been seeing new name after new name appear. Even I sometimes have trouble to keep up with it all. Still, like I’ve said before, those names and the attached characters, groups and concepts have helped made (and still make) this story into what it is. I, for one, am curious about who this Mime is and why they must be stopped. Maybe it’s going to be the key to learning more about the court, the submarine, the voice, the scorpions and of course the artist and everything else that’s still shrouded in mystery! I suppose we’ll see… Next time! On The Ashukahwa Archives presents The Artist’s Tale! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
Please follow me towards the court
We may just stop old Mime

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Dale – A Haiku

Apologies for another delay in The Artist’s Tale. I’ve been feeling awfully tired the last couple of days, during in the evenings in particular, and focusing on writing has been difficult. Hopefully a good night’s sleep will do the trick and I’ll be able to get that next part out tomorrow. In the meanwhile, since I didn’t want to leave the Friday empty, I”ll give you this haiku (that’s been a while!) in its place. I wrote it fairly quickly, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.


Dale
The tale calmly waits
For weariness to depart
And the mind to clear

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Part 6

Epilogue

Part 6

Vhiran let out a deep sigh. “I, can’t argue with that,” he mumbled and nodded slowly. “I guess, I guess you’re right.”

‘You’re alright with it then?’

The Jedi Knight looked up at Bultar’s floating body in the cylinder. “How will the cloning affect her?”

Nothing serious should happen,’ Tha’ci immediately replied. ‘Like I said before, once the cloning is completed, her body, memory and emotions until the moment of her death shall all be intact. Light amnesia might occur, but all in all nothing to worry about. Though the life force bond you had will be gone, in a few years she will be exactly like you remembered her.’ She paused, seemingly thinking on something. ‘There are a few things you should be aware of though.’

“Yes?”

After she awakens, make certain she does not find out she is a clone. I’ve seen cases of those finding out about their being cloned. It shocked them to the core. As their new lives passed, they became utterly depressed, thinking themselves as nothing more than mere inferior copies of their original, and their will to live on in that state was awfully weak. You don’t want that for her. So when she awakens, do not mention it to her, do not hint at it, and do not, under whatever circumstances, show her the original body! Attempt to forget as much of your knowledge of her being a clone as possible too. Perhaps it’d be best you do not watch her development.’

Vhiran bit his lip. “I can’t at least be with her through all this? I want to be there for her.”

I know you do, and that is why you must stay away from her until she is fully grown.’ Without giving him time to reply she continued. ‘When you watch a clone grow, from these early stages, through infancy, through childhood, through teen years, and eventually into adulthood, it’ll be like watching your own child grow up,only at a much faster pace.’

“Then…”

Vhiran, if you will be near her and watch her grow through the coming years, even though she will end up to be the exact same woman you knew and loved, it is unlikely you can ever be together again like you used to.’

“I, I see.” His head resting in his hand, the young Knight panted softly. “I… Very well then.” With his eyes firmly shut he tilted his head in his neck and took a deep breath. “Lets do this,” he said with a sob in his voice. “Go ahead, Tha’ci.”

Right.’ She started moving Vhiran’s body towards the computer panel near the cylinder. ‘I’ll look after her in your stead. Don’t you worry. She’ll be alright.’

Tha’ci, there’s one more thing I’d like to do. Could you…’

The Traveller’s image in his mind nodded.

Slowly Vhiran turned around and approached the cylinder, the sound of his footsteps all that broke the chamber’s dead silence. He placed one hand on the glass, carefully, as if it could break at anytime. A single tear and a warm smile appeared on his face simultaneously as he looked up at the body of his beloved and whispered to her.

“Hold on, Bultar… I won’t be long.”


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Daily Writing Part 150. Story of Poems Part 84

Random words of the day: Pyramid. Flywheel

Finally one of the major players is mentioned again. Now we just need the titular character to get back on the stage again and we’re back on track. Although, I just realized… What if the title doesn’t refer to the artist in the story and the story about them, but rather to the one writing the story and the story they create! Woah! Just, think about it Blows your mind, doesn’t it? Ok, I guess not really. ^^; I do think it’s an interesting train of thought, though, and one very much applicable to a story of which no one really knows what’s really happening, both at the moment and in the future.

In other news, I’ve learned about the existence of the flywheel today. I don’t know much about it, but now I at least know it exists! And it also appears to be some sort of group both the gull and Referee have some connection to. Also, the iceberg looks like it’s actually an icy pyramid! What could this all mean?! The plot, thickens! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5
Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite

Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Between the Conclaves – Epilogue, Part 5

Epilogue

Part 5

Vhiran. Are you alright?’ Tha’ci asked in a tone of sincere worry.

Vhiran gulped. She looked so different than that last day on Coruscant, the day of the Empire’s onslaught against the Jemple Temple. Even hanging by those wires, she now seemed so peaceful, as if she were only asleep. Not at all like she was… ‘Tha’ci, she’s, dead, right?’

Yes, she is. Vhiran, I must say you’re taking this better than I th…’

“If she’s dead, then why is she here?!” the young Knight called out loud. “If she was injured I might understand, but hanging up her lifeless body…?!”

I won’t tell you unless you calm down…’

“How can I be c…”

´Calm down.’

He took a deep breath. “Alright then. What is this, Tha’ci?”

This device was developed to keep the body in tact during the procedure.’

”Procedure? You mean…?”

Yes, cloning,’ Tha’ci replied in his mind. ‘While it didn’t happen often, during the years the procedure took place, things could go wrong. Should that happen, we would still able to retrieve cells from the body and begin the process anew. That’s why Bultar’s body is in there.’

Vhiran nodded shortly. “You’re, cloning her.”

Not yet. I wouldn’t start without the permission of the one closest to her. Obviously.’

The Knight stared at the ground for a bit, then broke the short silence with a deep sigh. “I could be seeing her again. I should be, happy. Yet, it feels like this is all so…”

Cheap?’ Tha’ci finished his line. ‘This way, it doesn’t matter if someone dies, because with this they can be brought back to life no matter what? This way, both life and death become cheap trivial matters? That’s how you feel, isn’t it?’

“How do you…”

We share the same body. Get used to me knowing your thoughts for some time,’ the Traveller chuckled. ‘Vhiran, some of my Shadows used to think like you do. The thing is, this cloning was not something we decided to do for fun or thrill. It was a last resort, without which our fight would have ended long before… Since our task was so important, if needed we would always fight harder than anyone to survive. But at times, there were those did not succeed at that. With this facility they were offered a second chance to continue devoting their lives to what they saw as their sworn duty: to protect the Galaxy we live in, and to fight and defeat the Dark Side that threatened it.’

“I understand that, but…”

If we’re going to have any chance to defeat the Sith and their Empire, we’re going to need people like you two, not have them die a meaningless death in some abandoned spice mine,’ she interrupted again. ‘Besides, Bultar’s a good person. Don’t you think she deserves a second chance?’


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