My Writing: On Vacation

I am going a long vacation where there is no internet connection, I will hopefully be back but do not know when. So much to say but little time on this computer. Everything messed up. 😵😵😵

If I do not reply on comments I will as soon as everything get back to normal.

 

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My Writing: Huntingdom’s Manor

I will try to post updates on my writing twice a week, if the internet allow me to. Not fun when it goes out. ☹

 

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Huntingdom’s Manor

Remember me as I am not what I have become, my sweet love.

His words echoed in mind, as I stirred from a deep sleep.

Tick! Tick! Snap! What in the world? I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar

room.

Bells shriek in my head. Where am I?

Someone stirred in a mahogany chair near the fireplace.

Curious, I slipped off the bed.

Wow! I glanced towards the handsome dark-haired stranger asleep in a

sitting position.

Who is he? Fear spread over me. Did we?

“No, my gentlewoman.” His roguish blue eyes met mine.

Why does his accent sound odd? light-headed and weak, I grabbed the chair.

Two strong arms wrap around my waistline. “Easy, you were injured in the

forest.”

What forest?

No matter how hard I could not remember.

“W-where am I?”

“We are in Huntingdom manor.” His blue eyes met mine.

“Huntingdom?” A chill rushed through my arm

“Yes, are you not familiar with the manor?”

Remember! A voice command.

Pain spread through my head. “Ouch!”

“I will get old Merlin.” He informed. “He will check your wounds.”

Merlin?

Strange, she does not recognize him. He gazed towards her Why did she

arrive here?

“Sure.” My eyelids felt heavy.

Blurry images and voices surrounded me.

You need to remember them! A male stated.

“My sweet goddess!” A stranger stated.

My eyes fluttered open.

Blue eyes met mine.

She is beautiful. “Do you know her?” He asked the other stranger.

“No, should I?”

I kept my eyes lower and quiet.

“Lancelot!” He resents his friend sarcastic remark.

He met someone. Ouch! I shrank.

Who did he meet? A gruff male voice answered.

Oh my, her energy is disappearing. “You are in pain?” He acted fast.

His icy fingers touched my temple, I straighten.

“I am checking for pain.” He pointed out. “I found it.”

Warmth surrounded me.

A dark aura appeared and hissed.

“Leave here!” He commanded.

In seconds, the aura disappeared.

Memories raced through my mind.

Oh my goodness the whirl! My heart skipped a beat.

“I will find you, Verona.” A familiar voice echoed

“Your thoughts returned, my beloved child.” He proclaimed.

“Sorcery?” Lancelot glanced towards her.

“Where the stranger from earlier?” I inquired.

Da–! She remembers.

“Who?” Merlin stated. “No, I know the person.”

~~~End of Chapter One ~~~

~~~Note~~~

The name is Huntingdom’s Manor . I  am using a different  name  but auto-correction seems to think it’s Huntingdon  with letter  n.     🤔

My Writing: Prologue

I  have decided to share a little of my work-in-progress,  Now, I  have checked for grammar error with Grammarly and Ginger more time than ever, But I could have overlooked some mistakes in misspelling . But never know with me.

 

Prologue

Trap

~~◊◊~~

The one who holds the key shall suffer heartaches and betrayal..

In secrecy, I studied the royal family who mingled with

aristocrats and their spouses. A traitor is among us. I held my

weapon hilt beneath my cloak.

A dark-haired aristocrat glanced my way.

Who is he?

You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my conscience.

A queasy feeling settled within my stomach. I gazed towards the

ceiling.

Blazing eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.

No, how is it possible?

Grr! A low revolted sound formed in my colleague.

A whirlwind encircled us.

“What is transpiring?”

“I will find you, my Love!”

I met his violet eyes. Now you call me, your love!

Do not be stubborn, Verona!

“A-!” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

~~~End of Prologue ~~~

I had to share this old photo shot of my childhood neighborhood. Yes, it’s out in the country

Have a great week!

My Writing: My Final Poem

Okay, I have to admit as sudden as my poetry writing mood appeared, it suddenly faded away. Until next time…

Last but not least. A poem about unknown fear..

~~Her Fears Into The Unknown~~

She enters the dark forest with fear

Each steps she takes, she hears

Screams and echoes, “Don’t go!”

“You should not be here.”

But she keeps going farther

Into the dark forest

A mist forms around her

She hears a very low sound

She steps into the center of the forest

Everything is quiet now

Has she found what she’s

Been searching for at last?

She reaches a crystal case

There, a young maiden sleeps

She hears a weep as the crystal case

Melts from the touch of her fingertips

Now, she sees the fair maiden’s face

And recognize herself.

Her eyes open, the dark forest

Turns into a golden forest.

She has overcome her deepest fears

Into the unknown…

©V. ROSE DEMET ™2016

Have a great weekend.   🙂

 

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

Oh, I am having one of those days where everything, I read looks awful including some of my past posts. Which means some posts from the past, will be making a few appearance in the future.

Anyway, when I wrote this post, I was unsure about the Prologue title or page numbers. Each time I read the Prologue pages, there was something wrong with the paragraphs. This gave me a headache and bugged me. But after reading once more, I decided I had to cut a lot of pages.

Anyway, here is my work in progress.

Prologue: The Curse

The wind whipped through my long auburn hair. I stood before the one who betrayed my family. My eyes met his bitter blue eyes.

“I ask you once more, Grandmother.” The bearded man replied. “Where is the stone?”

“I will never tell you, John.” I replied.

“Old woman, you are foolish.” A young blonde woman commented next to her.

“No, you are the foolish one.” I stated. “For those who marry your children shall be cursed.”
“She must be mad!” The crowds exclaimed.

The young king swung towards them. “Silence!” He roared out. “Your words mean nothing to me, Grandmother.”
“Oh, you should, John.” My green eyes met his. “Each night green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse you cast upon us, Grandmother.”
I glanced towards the stranger. He had black magic within him. Only mine was more powerful.
“No mystic can get around this curse.” I answered. “Only 13 noblemen shall break this curse.”
“Enough!” He exclaimed. “Get rid of her.”
“With pleasure, Sire.” The hangman replied. He grabbed his victim with his strong arms.
I discovered the black atmosphere surrounded him. Something dark and ancient was in the air, I glanced towards the stranger. “You’re a dark one.”
The hangman placed the noose around her neck, the crowd glance with interest. While others began to laugh, drink, and dance. 
Oh my! It’s an enchantment spell! I thought. 
In, the shadowy corner of the castle’s walls. An archer shot a pure golden arrow and pierced the rope. Before anyone could react. A thick blue mist formed around she  as she vanished.
The stranger turned towards the crowd, the archer vanished. While a dark shadow formed around the crowd. No one saw it, nor known their faith that evening. The sky turned dark reddish and blueish.  A Griffin formed in the distant cloud. 
Her curse rang through out time.

I think I will keep my new Prologue for now. But never know with me.

https://firefly1275.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/prologue-and-ideas-part-2

 

Last but not least here is a photo shot, I took of the sunset a few weeks ago. I zoomed in for an angle shot. I think this photo shot came out okay.

A very cold evening in Southwest Louisiana

My Writing: A Short Preview

Okay, I admit I was going to leave my writing alone until after the holiday. Well, I realized one thing that was not going to happen I need to write. If I am not writing my work in progress, I am thinking of my future goals. I am taking very small steps before a giant leap.

Anyway here’s a sneak peek of my work in progress, that will offer new clues to Verona’s meeting with Robin, who has dark secrets.

Thought the misty forest he emerges. His heart is bitter for revenge on those, whom did him wrong. He steps forward towards the lake with his bow is in his right hand. His beast is ready for food. He halt, the icy wind slams into his face. My goddess!

There on the lake’s edge lies a young brunette woman. Ready for the lake to claim her once more.

She felt two strong arms around her waistline.
“Don’t move, Child.” A deep voice replied. “I’ll have you safe in a minute.”
You cannot keep her safe for long, Robin. A sinister voice in the distance stated.
Be gone you sinister, B….!
He threw his hands into space. His beast hunted now.

He lifted the young maiden and  entered his forest once
more. 
Aaron watched Robin carried Verona into the misty forest. He stepped through the dark shield, the forest allowed him entrance. He is the ancient one.

So, They are after him.

Dark green eyes meet his violet eyes. “You may pass ancient old.” A woman replied, “Keep them safe.”

Now, we know where Verona went to. But is she safe with Robin?

 

 

My Writing: Epilogue

Okay, I have to admit when I first started writing this rough draft on post I was not sure I would finish editing it. Well, I proved myself wrong. After months of writing and editing this rough draft, I finally finished. Little sad to see this story end(for now that is.) And happy to be finally finish with this part.

 

Epilogue

Deep in a cavern a mist formed. A hooded man appeared. “She is in Sherwood.”

Hiss came from the dark corner. “My followers will find her and the keys.”

He bowed to leave. He hated this place and time.

“Is there more to report?”

“A younger woman appeared.”

Fiery eyes opened. “Who?”

“I do not know. I sensed darkness within her.”

“Her?” It hissed.

“Yes. A teenager with strange sword skills.” He cautioned.

“Her name?” It hissed furiously.

“Goes by Raven.” He replied.

Grr.. Came from the corner. “Find her.”

Okay, I will admit one thing the hooded man may or may not be Arthur. (Work in progress.)

 

Now, my next step is to leave this draft alone for a few days or weeks. Then read over and edit again. But never know with me.  I might decide to add a few other work in progress.

No matter what others say. Always follow your dreams… 

 

 

 

My Writing: In Memory Of Dad

Okay, I have to admit today was not the best day for me. It’s been thirteen years since my Dad passed away and I still miss him. Maybe I always will miss him on this day.  (That was the day everything turned upside down.)

 

Hard to believe it’s already 13 years.   In Loving Memory Of Raoul T-Bee Demet May 26,1931-Oct.6,2002

 

 

My Dad use to get up at the crack of Dawn, with a cup of coffee in his hand to watch the sun rise. He would then  go into the vegetable garden and pick a full bowl vegetables(Cucumbers and tomatoes). By the evening there was more cucumbers and tomatoes to pick. He had a green thumb.

Anyway, after looking thought my very short essay on Dedication to A  Rice Farmer. I decided to rewrite the essay one final time. Before placing the essay in a folder. Maybe in the near future I might do something with this essay.

A  Rice Farmer

Each morning and evening, he walks the quiet rice fields, with his shovel over his shoulder. He checks the fields for overflows, leaks and runoff.

Those whom seen him says, he hasn’t aged since the day they first met him. He, still wears his old straw cowboy hat, faded blue long sleeves shirt and jeans. Of course, he still wears his green hip boots. To walk in the muddy water of the rice fields.

Now a days he doesn’t speak to many. Maybe to those whom seen him in the early morning hours.

From what people told me. He walks in the distance rice fields. They know it’s him by his shovel over his shoulders. Other seen a John Deere tractor plowing a abandon rice field and vanished as they got near the field. The only sign is the distance sound of a John Deere tractor fading away in the sunset. 

©V. ROSE DEMET ™2013

Okay, I wanted to make this essay intriguing with a little sadness and  a haunting feeling.

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 22

Okay, after reading this Chapter and rewriting some paragraphs, I can finally move on to the next Chapter.

Chapter 22: The Truth

“Where did she go!” Bailey exclaimed.

“Wait a minute!” Mordred channeled into space. His eyes slapped opened. He realized where she was. “D***** !” His English accent was stronger now.

Arthur kept his comment to himself.

“She is in Nottingham.”

“Go find my cousin or help me.” Bailey roared.

Mordred grabbed Bailey by his shirt collar. “Listen here Bailey it won’t be simple.”

“Mordred?” Gibson glanced towards Mordred.

“She is in Sherwood Forest before the change.”

“Oh no.” Gibson glanced away.

“D*****, I have to do something.” Bailey muttered.

“No!” A female voice exclaimed. The sweet smell of roses filled the air. As she stepped from the dark corner of the office. She wore a sea green gown. A silver crown with tiny diamonds were upon her forehead. Her auburn hair reached her waistline. Upon her forearm a griffin appeared.

“Sarah, how can you be here?” Gibson asked.

“Do not worry.” She met his dark brown eyes. “Verona must learn the truth.”

“If she does not, My Lady.” Bailey bowed to the Guardian of Mystic Lake.

“Oh, she will. Is not that right, Aaron?” She whispered to Aaron stood silent, “You always known her, now go. Our old enemy is after her.”

The blue mist formed around Aaron. How did she?

Mordred glanced towards the spot his friend stood, “Who are you?”

“A friend.” She glanced towards Arthur. “She will return to the present, you must not interfere, Arthur.”

“Why?” He could not lose his Guinevere.

You cannot lose someone who was never yours. A distant voice echoed.

An eerie thought cross Mordred mind now, “Verona holds the..”

Don’t say it! A voice echoed. He stared towards the mysterious woman now.

“I see you learned.” Sarah noticed a change in Arthur. Oh, I understand now.

“Verona can travel through time.” Gibson murmured.

“Sherwood Forest Guardian.” Arthur glared towards his cousin. “Why did you not mention this.”

“Grandmother spoken to you?”

“Grandmother!” No way. Vivian! “How?”

“It is hard to explain.” She glanced towards the one with the Falcon around him. “You’re one of the Wisdom stone’s guardian.”

“Yes, My Lady.” Bailey replied, “Is Verona in danger?”

“No, she will be safe with Aaron.” Mordred could not believe his old allied had an upper hand in their faith. “But we may be in trouble.”

“What does that mean!” Arthur exclaimed.

“D****t Arthur!” Bailey exclaimed, “Aaron is the Unknown Warrior.” He glanced towards Mordred, “What is Verona connection to him?”

“Mordred doesn’t know Bailey.” Sarah turned towards Arthur, “He whom walk throughout time.”

“If you say one more word Sarah Ann.” A male voice roar, “I will disown you.”

She smiled, “Cannot disown a guardian, Grandfather.”

“No, but what must happen must be.” The stern answered

“Your lies will free us.” Sarah waved her hands into space.

“So be it.” He mumbled.

“Was that Merlin?” Gibson asked, puzzled.

“I see you remember him.” She turned towards Arthur now. “Verona is not whom we’ve known from our time.”

“Why do you call her, Verona?” Arthur asked.

Guinevere is dead to our world. Her eyes answered.

“No, Verona is M-Guinevere.” Mordred caught his mistake.

“Yes.” She glanced towards Gibson.

“The Forest will destroy her, as it did to Robin when you vanished.”

“No, it will not.” Sarah replied, “People and things may change throughout time. But their soul and spirit remains the same.”

“The forest will recognize her.” Mordred felt the tension between her and Gibson, “She has blue flame within her.”

Her eyes widen.“She does not.. Oh, Mother!”

She waved her hands.“We will meet each other once more.”

“You did not say what Aaron connection is to us?” Arthur asked.

“Guinevere, Nicholas and Lancelot has connection to him.”She whispered.

“Lancelot?” Arthur looks stunned, “He is not in this time.

“Correction he should be here!” Bailey exclaimed without him nothing is safe. “Did something happen to Lancelot?”

“Verona gave Lancelot, her ring.” Arthur stated.

“No.” Bailey mumbled, “A pink ring was Celtic design?”

“Yes.” Arthur replied.

Bailey looked towards Sarah, “You know what this mean.”

“The truth will come out at last.” She replied.

“What does that mean?” Tristan asked, “Is Aaron an enemy?”

“No.” Aaron was the one who saved him many years ago.

“He is trouble.” Bailey roared, “Now someone, Please explain?”

“Oh, just our worlds…” Mordred lifted his shot glass filled with whiskey. “Oh, answer that Bailey,”

His cell phone rang. “Hello, What!” His eyes narrowed, “Get everyone together, inform Eric Mason.”

Mordred skin crawled by the name of a Shape shifter. Tristan growled.  “Bailey, you surprise me.”

“Why is innocent people vanishing.” Bailey met Mordred sober expression.

“Oh, great.” Gibson mumbled.He glanced towards Tristan.

Okay, I wanted make this chapter more intriguing with  more clues to Verona, whom seems to have more secrets. While Merlin/Arthur keeps his secrets well hidden for now.

Now, to the next Chapter before I find something else to delete again.

 

My Writing: Chapter 20

Okay, after rewriting and deleting paragraphs in this Chapter, I decided to leave this Chapter alone for now. But never know with me.

Chapter 20: The Puzzle(I might keep this title. But never know me.)

“I see you’re still the same, Mordred. I should be asking why do you have my little cousin here?” Bailey Silverstone folded his arms. “Verona, we’re in the Dragon’s Lair on Moon Isle.”

My heart thumps fastest. “What! I thought I was in Sherwood Forest..” I glanced towards Mordred puzzled face.

Mordred eyed the elder man in disbelief. How could it be possible? Did he hear him correctly. “Your cousin?”

It’s true Mordred. A distant voice echoed.

“Yes, she’s my cousin.” His brown eyes glared towards Mordred, then towards Verona.” Are you okay, Verona? What is this nonsense of Sherwood Forest?”

“It’s not nonsense Bailey.” A wave of dizziness came over me. “Oh no! I have to help them.”

You will, but you need to bring them together.

“Together?” I gazed towards the silver aura behind Nicholas.

“You must find the thirteen keys.”

In a trance like state, I said, “Only the thirteen keys and its’ guardians can destroy the creature of an ancient time.” I stood in a golden field surrounded by a temple and crystal water. The sky was greenish, the wind kept blowing furiously through my hair making it tough to concentrate on the scenery.

“Sh**!” Mordred felt a powerful presence. “You know of this!”

“What?” I glanced towards Mordred Nicholas stunned face.

Bailey grabbed Mordred’s shirt collar. “What kind mind game are you playing with her?”

A gust of wind pushed Bailey away from Mordred. “Do not touch the Forest Spirit guardian’s son!” A Female voice echoed.

My body shook, a wave of nausea came over me. “Is this another trick?” I was holding my stomach in so much pain.

 “No Mother,” Mordred took her hand. My heavens she doesn’t realize her true power! “Do not faint!”

“What did you call her?” Bailey roared, his inner beast came alive.

“My mother.” Mordred sensed the beast awaken, “Watch it Hunter, you do not want to over stay your visit.”

No, His real mother was… “You’re lying.”

“He is not lying.” I held up my hand, palm facing out. 

“My goddess, you’re one of us!” Gibson called out loudly. “The blade of truth is imprinted in her palm.”

“Well, not one of our kind, but…” Tristan said frankly.

“Tristan, no time for your joke.” Gibson said, elbowing him in the ribs.

 “Verona, you have lots of explaining.” Bailey stated in a serious tone. Then realized someone was lacking here. “Wait, where is Ar-William Scotts.”

My eyes widened in surprise. What?
Before Mordred could react, a fist found his jaw. He glared towards the owner.
“What are you doing with my Guinevere!” His downcast eyes were a dark with fury. After Modron delayed him. He hurried towards Mystic Lake, hoping Verona was in that location. 
“She is not here.” Vivian said in a depressed tone, “She is in the Dragon’s Lair with Mordred.”
He looked at her with suspicious eyes. “Why are you helping, Vivian?”
“It’s a long story.” She smiled, “Besides, Guinevere is much mature than her older self. Why not asks Sarah, whom the Forest Spirit guardian?”
A mist formed around him and now he bore in the Dragon Lair. What he saw shocked him .
Tristan, Gibson, Mordred and Bailey stared towards him.
I glanced towards Merlin, his aura was stronger. “Merlin, how did you get here?”
“D….., Verona.” Bailey shook his head in disbelief, “Merlin is trapped somewhere. This is..”
“Who are you?” His secret was out.
“My family has been guarding his stone of wisdom for centuries.” Bailey roared, “You should know this Arthur Pendragon Plantagenet!”

No! My legs buckled. He pulled me into his strong, well-built arms, I am lost in words. 
The sight of two couple meeting, dancing, driving horses and dueling came to my head. Warmth surrounds me. “Arthur.” I whispered in a low tone. “It’s been a long time.”
“My Sweet, Guinevere.” He embraced me.
“No, my name is Verona.” I stepped away from him. 
You had many names and lives, but three you must remember now. A child echoed.
“Still stubborn my love.” He whispered in my ear.
“Of course Arthur.” I turned towards Mordred, who now sported a bruised jaw. I stepped next to him. “You have a bruised.” 
“It will heal, M-Verona.” Mordred said removing her hand from his face. “This isn’t the first time he throws a punch.” 

I turned towards Arthur. “You don’t have to be jealous of him.” 

“I am not jealous of my son.” Arthur said with a serious face.

“Finally, he admits I am his son.” Mordred folded his arms.

 “Careful Mordred.” Arthur warned.

“Don’t even touch him, Arthur.” I gave him my best glare.

“Someone finally takes my side.” Mordred said.

“Why did you not tell me!”Oh boy! Mother or not, she is one steamed brunette. He inched away from her. “Oh, for Pete sake, get a hotel room.” he mumbled to his father.
My eyes widen, I glanced from father and son. Why had I not discovered the similarity. Something in the exchange triggered a memory for me. “It was you in the chair.” I realized, “Why did you lie?”
“An enchantment spell.” 
Mordred glanced towards his father, his aura was a mix color. Damn! He was shielding his true form. Which meant..
Bailey Silverstone roared, “Someone better start talking.” 
“I will explain later, Hunter.” Mordred said, “Now, why has Modron resurfaced.”
“No, telling what Morganna was up too.” Gibson mumbled.
“He was my English teacher.” I glanced towards Arthur. “Who brought me to Nottingham?” 
“I have no idea.” He shook his head, “Maybe Vivian.”

“No.” Mordred meet Verona’s puzzled expression, “Do you remember what happened?”

“We were in Nottingham at a cottage.” I avoided Arthur’s stare, “My employer said something I did not care to hear.” 

Why were you in Nottingham Verona? A distance voice echoed

An image of a wooden bridge and a huge deeply tanned hand with a strange designed bracelet on their left wrist reached for me. 
I glanced towards the figure face only Bailey interrupted my concentration.

Okay, I am saying good-bye to this Chapter, before I find something wrong with it.  Anyway, in this Chapter I wanted to reveal Verona and Merlin secrets. Merlin may have a few more secrets.