Tag Archive | Writing and Editing

My Writing: Goals For 2017

My goals and plans for 2017.
• Write a post on a subject I never mention. But needs to be written.
• Take vacation without informing family members until the last-minute.
• Write more poems.
• Finish editing my book.
• Have patience and motivation when editing. (Don’t Delete file by mistake again. I will always check Recycle Bin.)
• Write one post on a tough topic. Later, in the year.
• More photo shots.
• Research my family history, which is a mystery.
• My education In my younger years, I had to put off furthering my education. Now, I want to learn new things.
• Job hunting again. Apparently, not many appreciate honest help. (Maybe, a future post on this subject. Never know with me.)

I think my list for 2017 will be simple or maybe not. But never with me.

 

 

Last but not least, a few photo shots I have taken in the past years. (Photo shots not in order.)

As it went down I snapped shots of these nice

sunset, frost, winter, Southwest Louisiana

A Beautiful Southwest Louisiana’s Winter Sunset.. 2014

Getting Close To Lunch Time

Getting Close To Lunch Time

 

Beautiful, sunny day, winter, cold, Southwest Louisiana;

The last time there was an Ice storm was  back in January of 1997.
Jan. 27, 2014

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Have a wonderful week. 🙂

 

My Photo: A January Visit

As the month of January 2016 rolled in with a rush, so did these lovely photo shots.

It was one of those evening, where ideas formed in my mind.

It was one of those evening, where ideas formed in my mind.

I never know what I will capture in my photo shot or how breathing the view has on me.

I am always amazed by the sunset, for I never know what I will capture in my photo shot.

I am always amazed by the sunset.

 

A cold quiet January afternoon. I am always surprised by the photo I capture.

A cold quiet January afternoon. I am always surprised by the photo I capture.

I have to admit these photo shots came out okay.

Have a great weekend! 🙂

 

My Writing: A Personal Essay Visits Again

Okay, I told myself, I would not post this essay again. But as the days got closer to the upside down day, (11 years ago.) I decided to edit and rewrote this essay once more.

 

Rita
Her eye was filled with coldness,

 Her voice was furious as the wind.

Her movement brought destruction and fear to all in her path.

She brought sadness, left nothing untouched.

She took what she wanted from those in her way.

She took my home, my belongings, and  what I kept close.

 The one thing she could not take from me, is my childhood memories.

This, I shall treasure close to my heart for all time.

Rita ©Verna Rose Demet ™2015

Note:

Everyone had their own personal thoughts on that day. I have my own also. I have not written about it. (I won’t go there yet. ) Perhaps, in a few years, I might write more on Sept. 23, 2005 and those days, which followed.

 

Last but not least the only Rose bush that went through a lot.

 A White Rose

 

My Every Day Life: Very Patience

Okay, Here is a question. Ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong?

Well, that’s how last week went for me, for four days there was no internet in my home. Was not a Happy Camper 😦

But I did finish writing in my journal. I decided to hand write my story ideas in notebooks, (9 notebooks .)

Oh, the joy of Back to School sales on 70 pages notebooks last month was worth it.  🙂

Anyway, I am glad to be back online.

 

 

I waited patience for this photo shot.

I waited patiently for this photo shot.

 

Of course, I have to post this photo shot of my favorite Roses. This year the Roses is not blooming as often as last year.

 

 

 

 

My Every Day Life: Rant Part Two

Okay,  I have a question. Ever had one of those days that seemed to be unreal.  Well today, I am having one of those unreal and you got to be kidding me days.

Oh, of all days, I usually in the writing and editing mode but one thing got to me, which is getting old. This morning I was on Facebook, I seen someone made a friend request.  I thought it was someone I knew.

Nope, I was wrong. This young fellow had only two photo shots one of himself and the other of an armor vehicle in the desert. He  did not have anything on his profile page. As for his friends list, all women from different part of the country. It would have been nice to know where he was from and who he was. But nothing I even Google search his name and nothing.

This Cajun Gal is getting really tick off by those fake profiles on Facebook. Last week it was the same thing happen.  No, information on his profile page. I have too much to think about, to worry who on Facebook or be bothered.  If I want to be bothered by nonsense people, I just have to go on the Date Sites I am on. There I chat with a lot of nonsense men, whom sometime turned out to be scammers, married, way too young or related. (Oh yes, I have chatted with some distant cousins. It was very embarrassing to find out.)

Okay,I am not used to ranting. I am not the type to complain. I do not even like drama. The only Drama I like is in books or plays.

Oh well, I guess I am not perfect like some people, I know.  Anyway end of rant.

Last Saturday afternoon was foggy and gloomy.

Last Saturday afternoon was foggy and gloomy.

My Writing: Chapter 21

Okay, after going over this chapter about three times, I can finally move on to the next chapter. For now I will leave this  chapter alone.

Chapter 21: Vampire Mistress
“I do not believe this!” Bailey roar. “Haven’t Modron done enough damage! ”
“You know of this person?” Arthur kept his eyes on Verona.
“Yes, he was a dark one.” Bailey said with a sober tone, “He disliked my clan and the supernatural.”
“Vampires tried to capture him for centuries.” Mordred said.
“Who is he?” My right forearm was hot.
Arthur gasped.
Dark flames rose before my eyes, images of men, women, and children in rags were a large cage. Something held me from seeing what made the eerie scream. Behind my back.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Verona!” a male voice echoed. 
My heart race, I turned to see two familiar faces. Lancelot and Bors stood in front of me.
“Beware of…” They trail off and faded away.
“Verona!” Arthur grabbed her arms. (Okay, this paragraph I will be looking over again. I want to show not tell.)
Arthur’s words did not break the strong force that pulled me towards a cobblestone door with Runic symbols.
“You must awaken your power, Princess.” a child with long straight brown hair said to me.
I heard familiar voice. “Let her go!”
My life flash before my eyes from my childhood to my adult life. I blinked and stared into familiar dark eyes.
Aaron entered the office with news, he came to a halt. Something with higher power as his drained her spirit.
No, not again! He summoned his inner beast.
Who is he? I noticed a dark purple dragon shield him.
I stood in this an ancient garden with a young brunette woman; she wore an elegant sea green gown. We resembled. “You must save us, Verona.”
The dark serpent appeared and sink his claws into her body. A sharp pain shot throughout my entire body. His red eyes were upon me.
“One of the guardian of Avalon here.” My hand shot with pain.
“I have plans for you, Verona. This time you won’t get away.”
My vision cleared now. “He took…” I met the stranger who stared. “Why is it icy in here?”
Bailey sensed a higher power one of old an ancient and glanced towards the stranger. He felt uneasy.
Aaron seen the dark aura behind her. “Mordred, you have company.”
My senses became alert, my hand went up, “What is in this office be shown to me.” 
Bailey knew the spell she spoke of, but she was forgetting one important thing.
“D****t Verona.” he roared, “You need a protective field.” His guardian hid them from this danger.
The aura became a five foot eight, a full figure brunette woman, clan in a long black leather dress. A ruby stone necklace shape as a bat nested on her black v shirt opening.
“Hmm, we meet again, Verona.” She tried to pinpoint on who Verona with no luck.
I stared towards her, whom I met at Huntingdom manor. What was her name?
“Adora.” Mordred said to the woman, whom betrayed him and those he loved.
Remember who she was to us! A voice echoed in my mind.
“Oh Mordred, I should have known you were going soft for this woman.” she replied.
“You turned him into what he is!” My right hand stuck her across her face leaving a red mark.
Her eyes widen with pain. “Who are you!” She hissed showing her fangs.
Mordred stepped in between them. “What do you want here?” 
“Why should I tell you what Geoffrey told us.”
Mordred many talents could sense beings crossing through time. The traitor was hiding on Moon Isle. “If you do not I might let Verona give you another mark or find your faith as old Maggie
Her eyes widen! “So, the rumor is true!”
Mordred grabbed her arms. “What was true?”
“Morganna enchantment spell is fading off, no thanks to her.”
An image of Morganna tied up in the tower appeared before my eyes. My eyes narrowed. “She was lying. Nicholas!”
The dark shadow appeared next to Mordred with a golden dagger, I pushed him away. A blue mist formed around me as I vanished.
Adora let out an evil laughter, “She’s his at last.”
Bailey shield vanished, his eyes met the brunette woman who destroyed his sister those many years ago. 
“She will never be his.” Aaron stepped forward, Adora vanished.

Okay, in this chapter I wanted to shake things up a little with Verona disappearing act. It seems that Verona cannot stay in one place for long.  

Now, to the next chapter, before I decided  to delete one or two paragraphs. 

 

My Writing: A Chapter Rewrite

Okay, I here I go again, I have to admit after reading Chapter 19 again.  I just could not leave this Chapter alone, I had to rewrite and delete some paragraphs, which I was not to happy to delete.

 

Here’s a question, Ever had one of those days when nothing seemed to be going well in writing. Thinking  the chapter is good, only to read it a few days later and find it’s not?  Well, I having one of those day, I feel like I am going in circle trying to fix one paragraph or another.  While Seasonal allergies is kicking in. Itchy watery eyes.  L

Anyway,  I think I am finished with this Chapter for now. But never know with me.

Chapter 19:Dragon’s Lair (I may change the title to Present time, which I find did not give an idea to the place my main character is in.)
“Who is she, Mordred?” The hooded male asked with a strong, rugged accent. 
His cloak covered his facial expression but Mordred knew he was furious.
“My real mother,” Mordred met dark eyes. “Aaron, you’ve known her as another.”
How? His connection to Verona had been a well kept secret.
“Mordred, there’s trouble in your secret office.” The blond haired male said from  the door, “Geoffrey is with your friend.”
Who granted him entrance to my private office? “Dam nit! Come on, Tristan.” Mordred said, “Aaron, find out why Modron appeared in Sherwood.” He realized his mistake too late.
Grr! A low growl came out from him. No one never dared to give him orders since his existence. His eyes darken, he’ll make an exception this one time. 
My heart thumps faster, I had to leave this icy dark tunnel. How do I get out? Searching for an exit, a light breeze  touched my arm. A child with dark wavy hair appeared before me.
“You must discover the truth.” Her eyes were a dark charcoal color. “And the curse they suffered.”
A mist formed around me, I now found myself in this strange courtyard. Huntingdon Manor?  
Merlin help me. I thought.
“We’re not Nottingham, Verona.” The youngster said beside me. “But you know this place.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. Modron stood in the front row the crowd. How in the world..
“Listen carefully.” The child whispered.
The wind blow furiously as the knights brought the woman in front of Modron and two very well dressed couple.  “I’ll ask you once more Grandmother, where is the stone?” The dark haired bearded stranger roared.
 He’s under a spell! I glanced towards the child.
“No, he is pure evil.” the child said sadden.  
 “I told you before I will never tell you, John.”  She said in a bold tone.
“Foolish woman.”  A young blonde woman said.
“No, you are the foolish one.” She gave her an icy stare.
“Those whom marry into your family shall be cursed.” A bright aura surrounded this woman.
“Your words does not frighten me, Grandmother.”
“Oh you should John, for each night haunting green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse, Grandmother.”
“No mystic can break this curse,” Silver aura surrounded her. “Only those connected to me shall break this curse.” She gave Modron a glare, “You’re power is unless in this time.”
“Enough get rid of her!” He roared, then towards Modron. “We can find the stone without her.”
My eyes widen. No, they weren’t going to..
The hood man came forwards, his expression was acidic  as he brought her towards the gallows. 
I took one deep breath, eying the rope I let the arrow find its target. The arrow ripped through the air, piercing the rope. A thick mist form around the gallows she vanished, leaving the couple stunned. Modron turned towards my way. I meet his shock green eyes I heard someone calling me in the distance.
My eyes opened.
 “Hey there, my sweet.” A friendly male voice said.
My eyes widen. What was William Scotts doing here?  I glanced around the office. The dark brown leather sofa was unfamiliar to me. The solitary illumination from the window blind behind the large antique desk.   “Nicholas.” I said bewildered. “What happened to me?
He kept his face expression unreadable, “You had an accident, my dear Verona.” The lie came easy.
Oh, you got to be joking!  I met his dark eyes. William Scotts never once called me his dear. “Why here?”
“This place was closer.” Why hadn’t she gone under his trance.
My eyes narrow, “Who are you?” Pure energy shot up from my hand.
 “What the h…!” He jumped an inch away from her. “You’re one of them?”
The door flew open, Mordred and two huge heavy-armed, well-built men, entered. I could not help, noticed their swords. 
“Well, we’re in time for the party.” the  blond  haired male with blue eyes said with a strong Irish accent.
“Careful Tristan, she has fire.” the dark haired, male mumbled.
“Geoffrey, you know the rules if we find food we share.” Mordred’s eyes were glowing a golden color. 
My eyes widen, his two companions gave a dumbfounded expression.
Merlin where are you?
He cannot hear you. Mordred eyes said.
Geoffrey formed a black smoke and disappeared.
“Da…”  another stranger cursed, while his two friends glanced towards the woman, whom wore a familiar cloak. If she was, whom she claimed to be nothing was not lost.
“Breathe Mother.”Mordred said coming next to me.
“How can I?”Blue flames shot through my finger tips . “I am not trained in magic.”
“Sh**!” Without thinking he placed his hands upon her right hand. He’ll either become a roasted duck or turn into ashes. But instead, he felt a cool breezes surrounding them.
In a golden meadow an imagine of a woman, in a turquoise blue dress appeared. “Those whom connected to my child shall be protected by her guardian.” A griffin appeared before him.
The blue flame subsided. “Nicholas.” There was a warm glow around us.
“Mord, are you okay?” Tristan asked, next to him. “Lady, if you have harm my dear old friend, me and my two cousins will …”
“Do not mess with her, Tristan.” the one with jet black hair said staring towards me. “Look at her necklace.
“My goddess!” Tristan exclaimed.
“Depends, on who you think I am.” I glanced towards the two men. 
“She is.” Mordred interrupted her.
Pure energy surrounded him, his disguised was well shielded, as the other men.
“Then she is..” Tristan trailed off, his older friend stepped forwards.
“Lady Guinevere.” His green eyes held sadness, “You are lovely as your mother, Sarah.”
I glanced into his weary paled face, an eerie feeling came over me.
“Remember a forgotten memory, Dear child.” A distance voice said.
“Guinevere, you must always know whom to trust.” I heard the younger male say.
“Oh, Uncle Gibson.” I heard myself say, “You will always be my friend.”
“Someday, you will think differently, my dear.” he said with a faraway look.
I  turned towards the dark forest, a dark hooded figure was forming.
“You cannot save them, Verona.” An eerie voice echoed.
Mordred felt a distance presence in his office. His hands went to her shoulders, but she did not respond.
“Verona Rose!” a stranger said in the entrance way.
“You.” Tristan glared towards the strange with piercing blue eyes.
I glanced towards the six-foot one, red-haired, medium built man. “Where are we, Nicholas?”
The stranger gave a puzzle look towards his cousin’s comment and the outfit she wore.
“We’re in my private office.” Mordred said in a sober tone.
My eyes widen, “How?”
“I’ll explain later.” He glanced towards the much older man. “Why are you in my club, Bailey?”

 

Okay, I leaving this Chapter before I decide to delete more paragraphs. Now, onward to the next Chapter.

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 19 Finally

Okay, after reading and editing this chapter I can finally move to the next the chapter.  I felt like I was going round in circles. For one thing  five paragraphs were giving me a headache. I had to delete and rewrite  the paragraphs.

Anyway, I think I am finished with this Chapter for the time being. But never know with me, I might decide to add or delete sentences.

 

Chapter 19: Present Time
While Verona rested in his private office, Mordred and his acquaintance were in a deep conversation in his chief office. Where he met with his business colleague. 
“You haven’t said who this woman was, Mordred.” The hooded male said with a strong, rugged accent. 
His cloak may have covered his facial expression now but Mordred knew his allied was frustrated.
“My real mother,” Mordred met his black eyes. “Aaron, you’ve known her as another.”
His eyes widen slightly in surprise. How did he know this?  His connection to Verona was a well kept secret.
“Mordred, there’s trouble in your secret office.” The blond haired male said from  the door, “Geoffrey is with your friend.”
Who granted him entrance to my private office? “Da***t!  Come on, Tristan.” Mordred said, “Aaron, find out why Modron appeared in Sherwood.” He realized his mistake too late.
Grr! A low growl came out from him. No one never dared to give him orders since his existence. Those whom knew of him feared his presence. His eyes darken, he’ll make an exception this one time. (Okay, this paragraph is still  bugging me after reading once more. But I’ll leave it alone for now.)
****
My heart thumps faster, I had to leave this icy dark tunnel. How do I get it out? I thought, light breeze on my arm. A child with dark wavy hair appeared before me.
“You must discover the truth.” The child said. Her eyes were a dark charcoal color. “And the oath they have  lived.”
A very cold mist formed I now found myself in this strange courtyard. Huntingdon Manor?  Would Merlin hear me. I questioned. Merlin help me.
“This is not Nottingham, Verona.” The youngster said beside me. “But you know this place.”
I glanced around my environment, a mahogany flag with a black griffin was flapping in the current of air. Pure hot pain shot through my right arm, my breath quicken. I peeked towards the oak trees.  Something dark and sinister was lurking there. I moved in a little closer, a crowd was gathering there now.
Three well established men with swords by their side entered the courtyard with a middle aged auburn haired, she wore an elegant sea green ball gown which looked disheveled. I sensed something strong within in her.
 My eyes widen in disbelief. There in the front of two well dressed couple stood Modron. How in the world..
“Listen and watch closely.” The child whispered.
The wind up as the knights brought the woman in front of Modron.  He did not speak, the furious five foot seven, medium well-built blonde-haired, bearded man in the stylish dark color clothing did.
“I’ll ask you once more Grandmother,”
 I noticed the dark aura settle within him. He’s under a spell.
No, his kind was pure evil. the child said sadden
 “Where is the stone?”
 “As I said before I will never tell you, John,”
“Foolish woman.”  A young blonde woman said.
“No, you are the foolish one.” She gave her an icy stare. “For those who marry into this family shall be cursed.”
I could not help notice the bright aura around this woman.
“Your words hold no significance to me, Grandmother.”
“Oh, it should, John.” There was power in her voice.  “For each night haunting green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse, Grandmother.”
“No mystic can break this curse,” The aura which surrounded her shone brightly, “Only those connected to me shall break this curse.” She gave Modron a cold glare, “You’re power is unless in this time.
“Enough. Get rid of her!” He roared, then towards Modron. “We can find the stone without her.”
My eyes widen. No, they weren’t going to..
The hood man came forwards, his expression was acidic  as he placed the noose around her neck.
 The bow and arrow were in my hands, I took one deep breath, eyed the rope over her head and shot. The arrow ripped through the air, piercing the rope. A thick mist form around her as she vanished, leaving the couple stunned. Modron turned quickly towards my way. I meet his shock green eyes, before I heard someone calling me in the distance.(Okay, this paragraph is still bugging me. I wanted to do more showing than telling. But I will leave it alone for now.) 
My eyes slowly open.
 “Hey there, my sweet.” A friendly male voice said.
My eyes widen, What was my employer William Scotts doing here?  I  glanced around the office. The dark brown leather sofa was unfamiliar to me. The solitary illumination from the window blind behind the large antique desk said it was day time.   “Nicholas.” I said, bewildered. “What happened to me?
He kept his face expression unreadable, “You had an accident, my dear Verona.” The lie came easy. He was a master of manipulation, this woman would be no different from the others.
Oh, you got to be joking!  I met his dark eyes. William Scotts never once called me his dear. My right hand tingled a bit, “Why am I not in a hospital?”
“This place was closer.” Why hadn’t she gone under his trance.
My eyes narrow, “Who or what are you?” Pure energy shot up from my hand.
 “What the h…!” He jumped an inch away from her. “You’re one of them?”
The door flew open, Mordred and two huge heavy-armed, well-built men, entered. I could not help, noticed the sword, they carried. One was of a wolf and the other was of a griffin.
“Well, looks like we’re just in time for the party.” the  blond  haired male with blue eyes said with a strong Irish accent.
 “Careful Tristan, she has fire.” the dark haired, male mumbled.
“Geoffrey, it’s not a polite to take, something that is not yours.” Mordred’s eyes were glowing a golden color. “You know the rules if we find food we all share.”
My eyes widen, his two companions gave a dumbfounded expression.
Don’t you dare faint Mother. M-Nicholas eyes warned.
“Oh no, I will not.” I answered back, “I suggest y’all back off. Unless y’all what to be burnt toast as the old hag in Sherwood Forest.”
No, she was not talking about Maggie? He narrowed his eyes, “What did Merlin do to her?”
“Watch it Mord, she has flames within her.” Tristan said.
She will not harm me. I heard him say.
“Oh no, not Merlin.” I said, “It was this mysterious woman.”
“What did she say?” Tristan asked softly. He knew his enemies’ method of manipulating and confusing its’ victims. But this woman was not impressed by his ability. No, there’s something powerful within her.
My eyes glared towards him, “Why should I trust you?”
“You can, my lady.” He said in a quiet, almost whispered tone.
“Anyone who comes to the Forest Spirit will be vanished by its guardian.” The flame rose within my hand. Pain shot through my arm, making it hard to breathe.
Merlin where are you?
He cannot hear you in this time. Mordred’s eyes seemed to say.
Geoffrey formed a black smoke and disappeared.
“Da…”  another stranger cursed, while his two friends glanced towards the woman, whom wore a familiar cloak. If she was, whom she claimed to be all was not lost.
“Breathe Mother.”Mordred said coming next to me.
“How can I?”I felt the fire all at once. “I am not trained in magic.”
“Sh**!” Without thinking he placed his cold hands upon her right hand. He’ll either become a roasted duck or turn into ashes. But instead, he felt a cool breezes surrounding them.
In a golden meadow an imagine of a woman, in a turquoise blue dress appeared. “Those whom connected to my child shall be protected by my guardian.” A griffin appeared before him.
The blue flame subsided my palm. “Nicholas.” There was a warm glow around us.
“Mord, are you okay?” Tristan asked, next to him. “Lady, if you have harm my dear old friend, me and my two cousins will …”
“Do not mess with her, Tristan.” the one with jet black hair said staring towards me. “Look at her stone in her necklace.
“My goddess!” Tristan exclaimed.
“Depending on whom you think I am.” I glanced towards the two men “Besides, why should I trust y’all?”
“She is.” Mordred interrupted her.
I felt pure energy surrounding him, his disguised was well shielded, as the other men.
“Then that would make her..” Tristan trailed off, his older friend stepped forwards.
“Lady Guinevere.” His green eyes held sadness, “You are as beautiful as your mother, Sarah.”
I glanced into his weary paled face, my hair on my arm rose up.
Remember a forgotten memory, Dear child. A distance voice said.
“Guinevere, you must always know whom to trust.” the younger male said to me.
“Oh, Uncle Gibson.” I heard myself say, “You will always be my truest friend.”
“Someday, you will think differently my dear.” he said with a faraway look.
I slowly turned towards the dark forest, a dark hooded figure was forming.
“You cannot save them, Verona.” An eerie voice echoed.
Mordred felt a distance presence in his office. He placed his hands on Verona shoulders, she did not respond.
“Verona Rose snap out of it this instant!” a male voice said in the door entrance way. doorway.
“You.” Tristan glared towards the strange with piercing blue eyes.

 

Okay, I wanted to make this chapter a little intriguing with more clues to Verona’s identity, which may  surprise to Merlin, when he decides to make an appearance. I also wanted to add a new character, who knows a lot about Verona and Merlin.

 

Now, I am saying good-bye Chapter 19.  Onward towards my next chapter, before I find something wrong with this chapter and start deleting paragraphs again.

 

Have a great weekend.  🙂

 

My Writing: Chapter 18

Okay, I have to admit this Chapter had to be rewritten, which is still bugging me a bit.  However, for now I will keep this Chapter.  But never know with me . Also, I may have overlooked some grammar and spelling error.

Here is a question, Ever had one of those days, When one or two paragraphs just did not fit into the scene or just stare at the computer screen and nothing comes to mind.  Well, that’s how the past few weeks have been for me.

 

Chapter 18: Friend or Foe 
He entered the Runic circle, which was hidden between Sherwood Forest entrance way and the only way to reach Mystic Lake. He felt the powerful presence each day. A temptation he had to resist each time he entered Sherwood Forest. However, he now knew the truth of his birth. He would fight Morganna all the way with one dangerous being by his side.  (Okay, it’s this paragraph that’s been bugging me for the past few weeks. I wanted to show more.  For now I will keep this paragraph.)
The mysterious, evenly tan, dark hair stranger with a mystical dragon’s eyes tattoo, on his back, was in a trance. His dark eyes opened to the sound of dead leaves. Something was heading their way.  He glanced towards Mordred then towards the forest. He felt The darkness moving closer than ever before. It was on the hunt. (Okay, this paragraph will be rewritten I want to show more. 
His eyes narrowed by the sight of the figure, whom wore a green cloak running out of the forest.  What was Robin… No, it cannot be! He left his spot quickly.
With dull pain building up in my left side, I kept on running and jumping over dead logs without glancing back. Once I made it through the forest, I found myself in a golden field with flowers surrounding me. I felt a strong pull towards pure energy, I glanced towards the source. There stood Mordred and a mysterious dark haired male, in a stone circle.  
Grr!!  Sounds and running came from behind me.
“Nicholas help me!” I screamed tripping over a log, tired I closed my eyes   the darkness took hold of me.
Where’s Merlin? Mordred was slow to reach her, as her legs gave away.  His old friend wasn’t, now he held her tightly within his arms. 
“Why was your mother’s pet after her.” His eyes glowed was fury. He needed to hear the truth, “Where the he** was Merlin? “(Okay, some words I spell out but not in my posts.)
Mordred glanced towards Morganna’s pet, whom once was a human. Now, cursed to live as a werewolf. The huge beast appeared in the clearing only to step back into the forest.
The creature, let out a long and eerie howl alert the others.
Six figures appeared, he glanced towards the one whom, held Verona protectively. “We need to get her out of here now, Aaron.”
Mordred had never used his real, which meant Mordred knew  how serious this was. Their only escape from this evilness was to summon an ancient power. He had to work fast, ” I need to put her…”  He noticed the woman with auburn hair, in a sea green dress standing near the lake.  “So, you make an appearance again.”
Mordred glanced towards the woman, whom been his enemy for years came forward.
Her green eyes meet his. “I will help you, Mordred.” She said then to Aaron, “Keep her safe, Ancient One.”
 An ancient one! Mordred met his allied sober expression.
With these words they were transported to a different time and place.
Merlin felt the strong energy towards the Lake as he, Lancelot, Bors, and the mysterious stranger battled the six  huge Creatures. Modron had escaped once more.
From the distance a howl was heard. The creatures left.
“Where did they go?” Bors asked to Lancelot.
“Come on we need to get to the Lake….”  A sharp pain went within his side. The dagger had reached its mark.  His brown eyes met his friends, then the owner of whom held the dagger.
An evil smirk appeared on her face, meeting his shocked expression. “At long  last your interference is done for at last.” With this she mysteriously vanished.
The wind became violent with fury as he fell to the ground only he did not touch the ground. Instead, he vanishes.  (Okay, I may have to look over this sentence once more. It’s bugging me.)
“No!” They screamed in unison.
It took a few seconds for the shock to sink in.  “We lost a good friend”  Bors broke the silence..
“No, he is not lost.” The Hooded figure with an accent said, “Only in another time.”
“But that dagger.”  Bores said, glancing towards his friends sober expression.
“All in good time, you’ll know the truth.” A woman’s voice echoed.

Okay, I wanted to make this Chapter  a little more intriguing with  a new character, whom has connection with Verona and Merlin’s past.

Now, I am heading towards the next Chapter, before I decide to rewrite the third to last paragraph once more.

 

 

 

 

My Writing: A Very Short Poem

Okay, while I was looking through my notebooks, I found this short little poem, I wrote back in 2008. I have  one thing to say, I have no idea, if this would be considered a short poem or a Haiku.  
My Silent Tears 
I cry a thousand tear drops for those I’ve loved,
lost and those I’ll never see again.  
©V.ROSE DEMET ™2015

 

No Matter How Hard Things Are Never Give up...

No Matter How Hard Things Are Never Give up…