Ombre & Plumes – 12 – Essayage royal

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12

Essayage royal


Alors qu’il arrivait près de la jeune femme blonde et de l’homme aux cheveux blanc Thrista salua discrètement Todd et Hannah de la tête. Cette dernière lui lança un bref regard mais Thrista décela la noirceur qui s’y cachait encore. Il ne l’aurait pas avoué si on lui avait posé la question mais il réalisait qu’il prenait un certain plaisir à énerver la jeune femme brune. Il n’y avait aucune raison particulière à cela sinon qu’il trouvait cela étrangement satisfaisant de tester les limites de sa patience. Il s’arrêta à quelques pas de la princesse, sur la gauche de l’homme et attendit qu’elle le salue avant de la saluer à son tour. Siléna et son interlocuteur se retournèrent tous deux vers Thrista presque immédiatement.

« Ah Thrista ! Je suis contente de te voir !, s’exclama la princesse, gratifiant le jeune homme d’un léger hochement de tête auquel ce dernier répondit en s’inclinant.

– Moi de même chère princesse, répondit le jeune homme.

– Je ne crois pas que tu connaisse messire De Guidre, il est capitaine de l’un des trois vaisseaux de l’armada Galadéenne. »

L’homme aux cheveux blanc s’inclina alors à son tour et tendit une main que Thrista serra.

« Messire De Guidre, j’ai l’honneur de vous présenter Thrista Daener. C’est l’un de mes plus ancien et fidèle ami. Il est aussi le fils d’Ellias Daener, l’un des plus illustres gardiens du royaume. »

Thrista sourit légèrement, il était reconnaissant envers la princesse de le présenter ainsi. Il n’aimait pas se vanter de ses origines mais dès qu’il donnait son nom on voulait savoir s’il avait un lien de parenté avec « le grand » Ellias Daener. Cela avait eu pour effet de le décourager de se présenter complètement, il préférait en général ne donner que son nom, surtout aux militaires car ceux-ci ressortaient alors des tréfonds de leur mémoire tous les détails qu’ils connaissaient de la vie de son père. La princesse avait su comment s’y prendre, le présenter comme son ami avant d’annoncer sa parenté avec Ellias Daener permettait d’atténuer grandement le nombre de questions, recentrant la conversation sur l’amitié du jeune homme et de Siléna plutôt que sur son lien de parenté avec son père. Au grand soulagement de Thrista le vieil homme sourit simplement à la mention de son père et ne posa pas de question.

« Ah oui ! Je le connaissais peu mais, bien que cela ne fasse pas toujours plaisir à entendre, je vois la ressemblance. Vous avez une présence très similaire, remarqua De Guidre ce qui fit sourire les deux jeunes gens.

– Oui, je m’entends souvent dire que je lui ressemble. Cela ne me déplait pas mais il est vrai que ce n’est pas toujours réjouissant. Et vous maître De Guidre êtes donc l’un des capitaines de la flotte de Galaeda ?

– Tout à fait, je suis le capitaine de l’Archéniss, le meilleur des trois vaisseaux de l’armada !, répondit l’homme aux cheveux blanc en rigolant.

– Je ne crois pas que le capitaine du Leïkan soit du même avis, rétorqua Thrista un sourire aux lèvres. »

Le vieil homme eut un petit sourire à cette remarque.

« Non, en effet, acquiesça-t-il. Vous avez donc pu rencontrer Irina ?

– Non, je n’ai pas eu l’honneur de la rencontrer directement, mais j’ai eu la chance de croiser son second lors de la traversée et d’après ce qu’il m’a dit j’en ai déduis qu’elle est très fière de son vaisseau.

– Ah, ce cher Jacob, il à la vie dure le pauvre ! Oui, Irina Evinsky est la première femme à être devenue capitaine de l’un des trois bateaux de la flotte, elle en est très fière. Mais elle a aussi de quoi, c’est une très bonne capitaine et navigatrice !, expliqua le capitaine de l’Archéniss souriant toujours.

– La première seulement ?, s’étonna Siléna. Aucune autre femme n’y était parvenue avant elle ? »

De Guidre se tourna vers la princesse.

– Non, malheureusement aucune avant elle n’avait réussi à obtenir ce poste. Mais le capitaine Evinsky a du caractère et elle a passé toutes les épreuves qui se dressaient devant elle avec brio. Elle fait une très bonne addition à notre flotte.

– Evidemment, une femme apporte toujours du positif !, avança Siléna avec ferveur. »

Le vieil homme rit de bon cœur et approuva la jeune princesse.

« Tout fait chère princesse, ou du moins sa présence nous empêche de dire le contraire, répondit-il avec un clin d’œil. »

Ce fut au tour de Thrista et de la princesse de sourire à cette remarque.

« Attention à ce que vous dites messire De Guidre, l’une d’entre elles pourrait vous entendre…, le mit en garde Siléna. »

Le capitaine rit à nouveau avant de s’excuser.

« Veuillez m’excuser à présent mais, malgré tout le plaisir que j’ai a discuter avec vous chère princesse, le devoir m’appelle et je me dois de retourner à mon navire pour surveiller l’avancement des préparatifs. Je vous souhaite tout le bonheur du monde, à votre famille et au peuple de cette magnifique cité. A une prochaine fois peut-être. »

Il s’inclina devant la princesse puis devant Thrista.

« Et vous jeune homme bonne chance, même si le chemin n’est pas de tout repos il faut continuer à aller de l’avant. Passez le bonjour à votre père de ma part lorsque vous le verrez. »

La princesse le salua de la tête et le jeune homme s’inclina légèrement à son tour avant que le vieux capitaine ne fasse demi tour et se retire.

« Au revoir messire De Guidre, au plaisir de vous revoir !, s’exclama Siléna alors que l’homme s’éloignait. Elle se tourna ensuite vers Thrista. Tu n’imagine même pas le nombre de personnes ennuyeuses que j’ai dû saluer et auxquelles j’ai dû sourire et faire des courbettes ce matin…, soupira-t-elle.

– Tu n’avais pas l’air de t’ennuyer avec le capitaine De Guidre pourtant, la taquina Thrista. Mais heureusement que j’arrive alors, ajouta-t-il avec un sourire narquois.

– Ne te crois pas aussi intéressant que cela cher ami, tu vas prendre la grosse tête ! Mais je dois dire que ça fait du bien, la salle du trône était pleine à craquer au lever du jour. Je vais enfin pouvoir prendre une pause, la première de toute la matinée, et me reposer. Viens avec moi, marchons un peu, ajouta-t-elle avant d’entraîner Thrista à l’écart dans l’un des couloirs secondaires. »

Elle fit signe à ses deux gardes du corps avant de disparaître.

« Je leur indique qu’on sort, Père a menacé de me m’interdire toute sortie du château pour les dix prochaines années si je sortais encore sans être accompagnée avant le mariage…, expliqua la jeune femme devant le regard interrogateur de son ami. »

Ce dernier sourit à cette remarque en imaginant très bien le roi essayant de raisonner sa fille et devant en venir à des menaces pour se faire écouter.

« Je vois, dit-il simplement. Et où allons nous alors ?

– Me préparer pour mon mariage évidemment !, s’exclama la jeune femme. Mon futur époux est sûrement déjà en train de se préparer, il est temps que moi aussi je m’y mette. J’ai quelques derniers essayages à faire pour ma tenue.

-Très bien, je te suis alors, acquiesça Thrista. Mais, d’ailleurs, pourquoi n’était-il pas là ce matin, ton cher futur mari ?

– Mon cher Thrista, après tout ce temps passé à courir dans les couloirs du palais n’as-tu rien appris des traditions de Tébor ? Aujourd’hui est un hommage à l’héritière du royaume en honneur de son mariage, c’est-à-dire à moi. C’est seulement demain soir, après la cérémonie, que les hommages en l’honneur des mariés auront lieux. Et je vais encore devoir faire des courbettes à de nombreux hypocrites… Siléna soupira. Au moins je serais avec Thédric, ça devrait faciliter ces longues heures. Peut-être que je m’amuserais même un peu, qui sait ?, ajouta-t-elle avec ironie.

– C’est ton mariage Siléna, essaye d’en profiter, ça n’arrive qu’une seule fois. Enfin ça dépend pour qui…, dit Thrista. Et si ton prince est aussi charmant que cela il saura quoi faire. Sinon, je suis désolé de te le dire, mais c’est un imbécile…

– Eh !, s’exclama la princesse en donnant un coup de coude au jeune homme qui se mit à rire.

– Excusez-moi princesse…, répondit Thrista en s’inclinant jusqu’au niveau du sol. Cette réflexion était tout à fait inappropriée de ma part et j’en suis désolé. Mais c’est tellement drôle de te voir défendre ton âme sœur avec autant de passion !, ajouta-t-il avant de s’écarter précipitamment en riant lorsque que la jeune femme tenta de lui asséner un second coup.

– C’est ça ! Cours parce que si je t’attrape… !, alors que le jeune homme s’éloignait en parcourant le couloir à grandes enjambées.

– Si je puis me permettre, ce n’est pas digne d’une princesse de se comporter ainsi en public !, s’écria le brun alors qu’il disparaissait dans la cours intérieure du palais. »

Celle-ci était construite sur le modèle d’un cloître mais de taille bien plus grande et était ornées d’arbres, de statues et d’une fontaine en son centre, sur le même principe que les jardins. Le jeune homme avait juste eu le temps de voir le regard amusé de Todd, qui les suivait en retrait accompagné de son binôme, avant de se retrouver à l’extérieur. Lorsqu’il vit enfin arriver la princesse et ses deux gardes du corps il était assis sur le rebord de la fontaine et admirait la statue d’un des premiers rois de Tébor accompagné d’un oiseau de proie. La jeune femme blonde était rouge et lui lança un regard meurtrier qui signifiait sûrement « Tu ne paie rien pour attendre ! », mais qu’il préféra interpréter comme « On ne s’assoit pas sur le rebord de la fontaine ! ». Il se leva donc et alla rejoindre Siléna qui se dirigeait déjà vers l’autre côté de la cours.

« J’ai comme l’impression que j’ai provoqué le courroux de sa majesté…, chuchota Thrista au blond avec un sourire complice alors que celui-ci arrivait à son niveau. Pourtant je ne vois pas ce que j’ai bien pu faire… »

Celui-ci lui répondit par un haussement d’épaules et un petit sourire amusé avant de lui emboîter le pas à la suite de la princesse. Thrista croisa brièvement le regard plus sombre et désapprobateur d’Hannah à l’intention du blond et de lui-même et ne put s’empêcher de sourire, ce à quoi cette dernière soupira et détourna le regard. Le jeune homme rattrapa la princesse et marcha en silence à ses côté pendant un moment le long des immenses couloirs du palais avant de reprendre la conversation.

« Où allons-nous alors ?, demanda-t-il enfin en évitant de nouveau un coup de coude de la jeune femme. Mais je n’ai rien dit cette fois !, s’exclama-t-il.

– Mesures préventives, répondit simplement la blonde avec un sourire sarcastique. »

Elle s’arrêta devant une grande double porte pour répondre au jeune homme avant de les ouvrir d’un mouvement sec.

« Et pour ton information, nous allons dans les ateliers du palais, je dois aller me changer. Je te rappelle, au cas où tu l’aurais déjà oublié, cher ami, qu’aujourd’hui est le dernier jour de préparatifs avant mon mariage… »

Ils entrèrent dans une large salle où une dizaine de femmes s’affairaient autour de nombreux tissus et étoffes. Des coffrets de bijoux occupaient chaque centimètre carré restant des trois tables disposées dans la pièce. Seule une ou deux d’entre elles se retournèrent à l’entrée de la princesse et la saluèrent avant de se focaliser sur les étoffes à nouveau, ce qui ne sembla pas déranger cette dernière et ce qui n’étonna pas Thrista. Depuis le temps qu’elles la côtoyaient, les couturières avaient dû s’habituer à ses exigences familières en matière d’interactions, de gré ou de force.

« En parlant de mariage…, le jeune homme fouilla dans sa sacoche et en sortit une boite en bois rectangulaire, j’ai oublié de te donner ça tout à l’heure. »

La jeune femme le regarda un instant, la curiosité pouvant se lire dans son regard, puis pris la boite et la posa sur une petite table basse qui était dépourvue de tout objet.

« Merci, dit-elle avec un sourire avant de se diriger vers l’une des femmes se trouvant dans le fond de la pièce. Je le mets ton cadeau de côté, je l’ouvrirai plus tard si cela ne te dérange pas. On dit qu’il n’est pas bon de trop vouloir se précipiter dans ce genre d’événements. »

Elle lui tira la langue puis se tourna vers une femme âgée habillée d’une tunique pourpre.

« Madame Angelis, on m’a dit que vous aviez besoin de ma présence. Dites moi où vous en êtes. »

La femme se retourna et salua la princesse avant de la conduire vers l’une des trois tables se trouvant derrière elles.

« Mes hommages princesse. Votre robe est prête, il ne vous reste plus qu’à la porter pour que nous puissions faires les derniers ajustements nécessaires. »

Elle désigna une large pièce d’étoffe blanche et bleu marine reposant au centre de la table.

« Bien, allons-y alors, je préfèrerais que cela soit terminé au plus vite… Je n’aime pas les essayages…, répondit la princesse avant de se diriger vers un grand rideau beige dressé au centre de la pièce.

« Ma dame, ne voulez vous pas faire sortir ces jeunes gens d’abord ?, demanda la femme en désignant Thrista, Todd et Hannah.

– Non, ce sont mes gardes du corps personnels et un ami d’enfance, ils peuvent rester s’il ils le désirent. Je leur fais confiance pour qu’ils se tiennent correctement.

– Bien Ma Dame, elle s’inclina puis se tourna vers les autres femmes. Bien, nous avons peu de temps alors mettons nous au travail !, s’exclama-t-elle en frappant dans ses mains. »

Chacune des femmes présente connaissait son rôle parfaitement, pas une n’hésita avant de se mettre au travail, choisissant les étoffes et les bijoux nécessaires avant de disparaître derrière le rideau. Hannah alla se poster près de la porte d’entrée, s’appuyant contre le mur. Todd lui alla s’asseoir sur l’un des bancs en bordure de la pièce et Thrista vint le rejoindre. On pouvait entendre les courtières s’affairer derrière le rideau, la voix de la femme âgée donnant des ordres, prodiguant des conseils et s’informant des préférences de la jeune femme pour sa tenue.

« On dirait qu’elle me fait la tête, elle n’a même pas regardé mon cadeau plus de quelques secondes avant de le mettre de côté, dit-il après s’être assis sur la gauche du jeune homme blond. »

Celui-ci sourit à nouveau à cette réflexion.

« C’est le moins que l’on puisse dire. Mais cela ne devrait pas durer, elle à bien d’autre choses à penser en ce moment qu’une simple querelle avec un ami… Et puis, si je peux me permetre, au vu de son attitude depuis hier, je ne pense pas qu’elle t’en veuille beaucoup, elle te fais marcher.

– Je n’en suis pas si sûr, soupira Thrista. Même dans les pires situations elle sait se rappeler des choses les plus insignifiantes. Elle saura me le faire payer en temps voulu.

– Espérons que le futur prince saura la raisonner et tempérer son caractère…

– Il est vrai qu’elle a beaucoup changé depuis la dernière fois que je l’ai vue mais ça m’étonnerait… Enfin bon, je survivrai. Il faut juste que je trouve un moyen de me faire pardonner. »

Thrista lança un regard en direction du rideau, se rappelant les quatre cent coups que lui et la princesse avaient fait plusieurs années plus tôt, avant de reprendre la parole.

« D’après ce que j’ai cru comprendre ce Thédric Junon à l’air d’avoir un caractère plus calme et réfléchi que la princesse. Je n’ai pas grand espoir que cela la fasse changer radicalement mais qui sait… Peut-être qu’elle en oubliera mon affront de ce matin…, dit-il avec un petit rire amusé. En tout cas, Siléna à l’air de beaucoup l’apprécier. C’est plutôt bon signe.

– Vous vous connaissez depuis combien de temps ? Si je puis me permettre, demanda Todd.

– Je l’ai rencontrée pour la première fois alors que j’avais à peine sept ans. Mon père a été chargé de plusieurs missions pour le roi au cours des années et, lorsqu’il était parti en voyage, je séjournais ici, au palais. Ça a pris quelques temps mais nous sommes devenu de bons amis Siléna et moi. C’était elle la plus casse cou de nous deux, toujours à vouloir aller plus loin et elle refusait d’écouter qui que ce soit excepté elle-même. Cela fit sourire Todd. Elle est restée très indépendante très longtemps, toujours à s’éclipser du château et à mener la vie dure à ce pauvre Oscius. Même depuis tout à l’heure, depuis que je l’ai vue discuter avec Messire De Guidre, je ne peux m’empêcher de le remarquer. C’est subtil mais le changement est bien là. Bien sûr elle ne se laissera jamais dompter, la preuve avec son escapade d’hier qui, vu votre réaction, ne devait pas être tout à fait prévue ni organisée, mais j’ai l’impression qu’elle mesure plus le poids de ses actions. Je me demande si ça à un lien avec sa rencontre avec le futur prince…, ajouta Thrista, pensif.

– C’est possible, acquiesça Todd.Heureusement que j’ai l’habitude de faire avec les personnes têtues, chuchota-t-il en faisant un signe imperceptible de la tête vers sa coéquipière.

Le brun se contenta, pour toute réponse, d’afficher un sourire amusé hochant la tête. Todd et lui se mirent à rire silencieusement. Ils attirèrent les regards noirs de la Dame Angelis, par derrière le rideau, et d’Hannah, dont ils sentirent le froid dans leur dos.

« Et vous, comment en êtes vous arrivé à être gardes du corps de Siléna ?, demanda alors Thrista.

– Hannah et moi voyageons ensemble depuis un certain temps déjà. Pour découvrir le monde et nous entraîner à l’art de l’empirium. »

Thrista acquiesça.

« Oui, c’est bien ce que je pensais. J’ai senti son énergie magique quand Hannah m’a surpris dans les jardins du palais, dit-il.

– Oui. Excuse là pour ça, elle à tendance à prendre ses missions trop au sérieux…, répondit le blond en souriant l’air gêné.

– Aucun problème, elle ne faisait que ce qui lui était demandé. Thrista écarta l’incident d’un geste de la main. Et vous voyagez dans toute l’alliance ?, demanda-t-il.

«  Oui, nous parcourons l’Alliance à la recherche d’autres mages pour s’entraîner et de temps en temps nous offrons nos services en échange d’argent ou de nourriture.  Nous sommes arrivés en ville il y a trois semaines et nous avons appris que le roi cherchait des gardes du corps pour la princesse. Il a été convaincu lorsqu’on lui à montré ce qu’on pouvait faire.

– Il pensait sûrement qu’avec vous et vos capacités la princesse serait plus en sécurité.

– Sûrement oui. Nous sommes censé la protéger jusqu’à la fin de la semaine, après le mariage. Ensuite, eh bien, nous partirons sûrement vers le sud. Il y a quelqu’un à qui je dois aller rendre visite là bas.

– Et vous allez participer au prochain Tournoi ? Thrista vit Todd froncer imperceptiblement les sourcils à la mention du Tournoi des Sages mais ne releva pas.

– Je ne sais pas encore, commença le jeune homme blond. Hannah aimerait bien y aller, moi aussi, mais de là à y participer rien n’est décidé. Et puis, avec toi comme adversaire, ce ne sera pas simple…, ajouta-t-il alors que son sourire revint. »

Le brun sourit également à cette remarque.

« Oh je n’en suis pas encore là !, s’exclama-t-il. J’ai encore beaucoup de choses à apprendre. Mais j’espère vous y croiser tous les deux si j’y arrive moi-même. »

Todd hocha la tête.

« Alors je vais y réfléchir, répondit-il. »

Les deux jeunes hommes discutèrent pendant l’heure qui suivit, partageant leurs expériences de voyages et leurs impressions de la princesse. Thrista remarqua que la jeune femme blonde et la dénommée Hannah se ressemblaient sur plusieurs points. D’ailleurs, elle n’avait pas bougé depuis tout ce temps, remarqua-t-il en jetant un coup d’œil vers la jeune femme brune. Elle était toujours adossée au mur dans la même position, les yeux fermés. Quelqu’un de non initié à la magie aurait pu penser qu’elle se reposait ou même dormait mais Thrista remarqua qu’elle méditait, son esprit était replié sur lui-même et elle semblait ne pas être dérangée par les bruits provenant de la préparation de la princesse. Ni le bruit des outils de couture, ni les réflexions des femmes ou les jurons de la princesse ne semblaient la déconcentrer. Au bout de trois quarts d’heure de discussion vieille femme émergea enfin de derrière le rideau. Elle se dirigea vers Thrista et Todd et ces derniers relevèrent la tête.

« Je suis désolée messires, mais cette fois je vais devoir vous demander de bien vouloir sortir. La princesse doit essayer sa nouvelle robe et, comme le veut la tradition, personne autre que nous ne doit la voir avant la cérémonie. »

Todd se leva et se dirigea vers sa coéquipière mais Thrista s’adressa à la princesse.

« Es-tu sûre ?

– Certaine !, lui répondit la voix de la princesse depuis l’autre côté du rideau. »

Il sourit, sachant pertinemment que la princesse ne les congédiait que pour en finir avec les préparatifs, il s’inclina alors vers femme âgée.

« Dans ce cas Dame Angelis je me retire. Merci de nous avoir autorisés à rester. » Ce à quoi la femme le salua de la tête avant de se retourner et de se diriger vers le rideau. Il s’adressa ensuite de nouveau à la princesse avant de se diriger vers la sortie.

« A tout de suite votre altesse. »

Thrista rejoint Todd et Hannah au niveau de la porte et fit signe au jeune homme de le suivre.

« Ne vous inquiétez pas, tout va bien. Il ne faut pas contredire les ordres de la princesse.

– La tradition veut qu’aucun homme ne voie la princesse avant le début de la cérémonie. Je ne suis pas un homme, je reste au cas où, déclara la jeune femme brune.

– Hannah !, commença Todd, mais Thrista intervint avant qu’il ne puisse contredire sa coéquipière.

– Non, c’est bon. Elle peut rester si elle le souhaite. Après tout il est vrai que la tradition n’impose pas aux femmes se retirer. »

Todd regarda Hannah pendant un cours instant, le regard de cette dernière ne vacilla pas, puis levant les mains en signe de défaite il soupira.

« Bien, alors allons y. »

Ils se dirigèrent donc tous deux de nouveau vers la cours intérieure après avoir refermé les doubles portes derrière eux.

« Je n’y crois pas !, s’exclama le blond une fois qu’ils furent arrivés au niveau de la fontaine. Elle n’en fait qu’à sa tête…  C’est vrai que notre mission est de protéger la princesse mais quand même, elle prend tout trop au sérieux je trouve… »

Thrista sourit à ces mots.

« Ne t’inquiète pas, tant qu’elle ne ralentit pas la bonne marche de l’essayage en organisant une fouille de dernière minute, ce qui lui vaudrait les foudres de la princesse, tout devrait bien se passer.

– Elle en est bien capable malheureusement…, s’esclaffa le blond. »

Ils marchèrent alors dans les allées du petit jardin intérieur, profitant de la fraîcheur de l’ombre que projetaient les arbres et discutant de leurs différents projets pour la suite. Ils aperçurent parfois quelques servants et gardes qui s’affairaient aux préparatifs mais dans l’ensemble cette partie du palais était calme. Tout le personnel devait déjà être à son poste en train de veiller à ce que tout se passe bien bien lendemain. Une autre heure s’était écoulée lorsqu’ils virent enfin la princesse, suivie de près par Hannah, ressortir de l’atelier en soupirant bruyamment.

« Je sature ! Il est vraiment temps que la cérémonie commence ! Plus vite ce sera passé, mieux ce sera…, s’exclama-t la blonde en les rejoignant. »

Thrista ne put s’empêcher de pouffer légèrement de rire, ce qui eut pour effet de lui valoir un autre regard noir de la part de celle-ci.


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EoP – Part 121


Echoes of Power

Part 121


Back. And forth. One way and then the other, slowly and gracefully. The blade of grass danced in rhythm with the beats of his heart, slowly swaying from left to right and the from right to left. He could see it as clear as day. His eyes were closed, the sounds around him had all faded into the distance and he could barely feel the soft breeze or the warm sunrays on his face. His concentration was solely directed at his inner self, his thoughts and his feelings were focused on a single image: a lone blade of grass. It was a strange sensation that Alexandre had never quite experienced before. He knew he hadn’t moved from his spot on the grass but it felt like he was somehow floating around, he could still feel his whole body but it felt weightless.

In any other circumstance it would have felt completely to him to say this but at that precise moment it was as if he was one with the grass: floating around lightly and without a care in the world. It wasn’t as easy as he had thought to keep focusing his mind on a single object but somehow he managed to drive away any distraction that came his way for a period of time that felt like hours. He couldn’t say how long it had been however, perhaps even just a few minutes, and therefore he did not dare break his focus in fear of being reprimanded by Damian. The teenager suddenly noticed something peculiar however: as the blade of grass kept undulating it seemed to begin to glow slightly. It was almost unnoticeable, a sort of thin halo running along the border of the plant, however Alexandre couldn’t tell if it was the way he imagined the light around it or if it came from the blade of grass itself.

Just as he was beginning to focus on that strange vision, it disappeared. The teenager felt like he was suddenly pulled backwards, he was falling! He gasped and opened his eyes with a start. He had tried to yell but it had come out as a sharp gasp. His heart was beating loudly as he looked around and he felt beads of sweat roll on his face and arms. The sky was still as blue and as clear as before, the wind blew lightly on the hillside. The only thing that was different was the sun which had risen higher in the sky. Alexandre somehow deduced he had remained in his state of meditation (or whatever that had been) for a bit more than two full hours! As he calmed down his heart, his eyes darted all around, looking for the silhouette of the older man but, after a few seconds and having looked everywhere, the teenager realised that his teacher was gone. He must’ve left while I was deep in the meditation exercise.

“Without even a goodbye or anything…”, he groaned as he stood up.

Alexandre started stretching, taking that time to think about what he should be doing. If he left, does that mean it’s over for today or should I wait for him to come back? The young man was pondering the best option, carefully weighing the possible consequences to the next decision he would make, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. ‘Next week, same place, same time.’ That was all the message said, short and to the point. Even the number was hidden, but Alexandre didn’t doubt for a second that it was coming from Damian.

“Well then…”, he sighed after a few minutes of stretching his stiff limbs.

He ran off towards the city at a slow pace, preferring to warm back up a little before picking up the pace.


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Echoes of Power

Part 120


Repetition?

Alexandre tried to understand what his master meant with that. Of course he knew the saying that said practice made perfect but how could this apply here? He was barely beginning training this way, how could he use his experience in something he hadn’t even seriously practiced once? Or… Perhaps Damian meant something slightly different? Bits and pieces of old memories flashed in his mind, his mother’s words, things he remembered having heard on television…

“Try counting in your mind,” his mother had once told him, “from zero to a hundred. My trainer gave me this advice when I started yoga. You just count and try to picture the numbers in your mind and you focus on it, you think of nothing but the numbers. Once you’ve reached one hundred you start again. Go on, try.”

She had smiled at him, inviting him to sit back down besides her and to try this exercise. It had been years since Alexandre had thought about these few days in the months where she would be home and try to do some activities with him. He had always been bored by her definition of fun -almost always doing boring things grown ups liked to do, at least that was how he saw it back then- but he still tried to participate to make the most of the time he could spend with her and to please her. He could also remember a few TV shows that she watched at the same time, giving pointers as to how one could relax and try to meditate. It was always the same thing: focus on a point of your body and just try to picture it in your mind.

So, something like a single thought. And then work from there?, he thought, trying to understand what Damian had tried to explain. Counting it is then? No, I always get distracted. His mind worked at full speed, trying to come up with a solution to his master’s request as fast as he could so as not to get reprimanded once more. Then what? What should I focus on? I’m never going to succeed am I…? He was starting to feel desperate, relaxation techniques had never really been his thing, especially when they were close to meditation. Come on, think! I just have to find something to focus on, it shouldn’t be that difficult! He took a deep breath and tried to relax.

The warm wind rustled in the grass. He could hear the birds singing around him and the distant shouts of children playing in the nearby school. Somehow a piece of an answer came to Alexandre. He listed in his mind all of the things that were in his surroundings, trying to form an image of something he could focus on. A tree. The sky. The sun. The birds. The sounds he could hear. But strangely the thing that left the most striking imprint on him was the grass. A single blade of grass. It wasn’t as if he could see it per say but if felt like he could somehow imagine a single blade of grass as it slowly danced in the wind.

He suppressed a proud smile, unwilling to unnerve his teacher, and tried to focus his thoughts on that image, replaying that moment like a short video. He saw it, small and green, dancing back and forth, to one side and then to the other. Flexible yet strong and tough. Somehow, and he couldn’t quite understand why, the blade of grass had taken over his thoughts without much difficulty. This is actually working!, he thought. Which he regretted immediately as he found himself distracted by his surroundings once more. Damn it… he swore before trying to focus back on the grass, hoping Damian had somehow not noticed any of this. The teenager slowly took in a deep breath before trying the exercise his master had imposed.


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Part 119


“No.”

Alexandre shivered and corrected his body position for the third time in less than a minute as Damian tried to make him get in an uncomfortable sitting stance. The older man’s voice contained chilling accents and the teenager couldn’t help being affected by them.

“To begin training in the art of Empirium you must first learn the basics and to learn the basics you must first learn how to feel the flow of mana around you. Only when you manage to achieve the minimum requirements I impose on you, will you be able to begin trying to sense the energy circulating all around us. As I said, this training will not be easy.”, Damian said in a flat voice as he circled around the teenager.

The older man was slowly making Alexander correct his posture as he did so.

“Yes master.”, Alexandre replied.

“Quiet. You are not to talk anymore, not until I give you permission to do so again. Listen, learn and apply. That is all I require from you at the moment.”, Damian cut him off almost immediately.

“Now straighten your back, a little bit more… Good. This is the position you will learn to maintain while I teach you this exercise. Is that clear?”, he added as he kept circling his pupil.

“Yes master.”, replied Alexandre after an uncertain silence.

Damian did not speak, simply nodding (which Alexandre managed to guess, even with his eyes closed) and continuing to slowly walk around him. A few minutes passed like this in complete silence. The teenager could feel the warmth of the rays of light hitting his face and the soft wind rustling his hair. He tried his best not to move but he realized this was much harder than he had anticipated, it hadn’t even been ten full minutes (in his estimation) and he already wanted to get up, move his body, stretch his limbs and run around. He had also been able to feel the gaze of the older man fixated on him the whole time despite his lack of words. Finally, as he was feeling his legs getting numb, his teacher spoke.

“Good. Notice how your breathing has become slower and more even, this is proof that you are holding the right position,” Damian said, sounding satisfied, “what I want you to do know is to relax as much as you can, try to empty your mind as much as possible at the same time.”

Alexandre hesitated on whether to react to his master’s words or not, but decided to remain silent and simply do as he said. Moving or talking would mean breaking his position and he was almost sure it wouldn’t be well perceived. He tried relax, though it wasn’t really easy with him natural flexibility (or lack of, to be more accurate), so he quickly focused on emptying his mind. He had already tried a to do a bit of meditation in the past, mostly at the request of his mother and had heard quite a bit about it from her. Sadly he had never managed to completely focus on the task and always ended up distracted. This time was not exception. Each time he tried to focus on nothing in particular, a number of wild thoughts barged to the front of his consciousness. For a few minutes he struggled with it and it must have shown on his face because once more he head his teacher’s voice from his side.

“Stop. I can see you’re not doing this right, you’re going nowhere with this. You mustn’t force yourself to focus on nothing, don’t try to think about a void in your mind, you’ll only drive yourself crazy. That is the worst way to calm down and to clear your thoughts.”, Damian paused and Alexandre heard him walk in a circle around him a few times before continuing. “Exceptionally, and since this is only the beginning, I will give you a chance. Here is a piece of advice, the only one you’ll be receiving from me about this: don’t focus on nothing or on everything, start small. Try focusing on a single thought and work from there. Repetition is the greatest training.”


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Part 118


The older man hadn’t looked away even once since he had begun his explanation. Alexandre could feel his cold blue eyes fixedly studying his reaction as he listened to him.

“What I am going to teach you,” Damian said after another short pause, “is how to sense, refine and use this energy to make it do your biding. It will not be easy, not even one bit. You will have to work extremely hard, harder than you have to this day, and potentially hurt yourself quite gravely to achieve any result. But if you do, in exchange, you will completely push open the doors to a world you can’t imagine yet, and perhaps you will be able to tread more safely along this path…”

“Now,” continued Damian, “I have already explained to you what geigers -the creatures that attacked you- were, I have given you a few indications about what Empirium is and you have seen for yourself some of what it could do. Do you have any question that you wish to ask before we begin? This is the perfect chance because after this morning, you will do everything as I ask. Though I must warn you: ask only questions that are worthy of answering because I am a firm believer that stupid questions exist!”

Alexandre nodded and remained silent for a while, pondering. He racked his brains in search of potential questions for a few seconds, unsure if he had any that wouldn’t seem stupid to his teacher (he couldn’t help feeling slightly weird at the thought of Damian being his ‘magic’ teacher).

“Yes master, I do have one question.”, he finally said.

Damian looked at him but did not reply, simply staring at the teenager as if silently inviting him to ask it if he dared.

“Why would you decide to show me any of this? You don’t know me so why help me back then? Why not… let me die?”

Alexander almost cringed as he spoke, only barely managing to keep a straight face. The question didn’t seem stupid to him, he wanted to know the reason why someone like Damian would decide to help him. There were a few reasons to that, the main one being that the blue-eyed man in front of him didn’t seem like someone who really cared about others. So why save him? Was there something behind this decision? He looked at his newly found teacher as the man seemed to ponder if his interrogation was worthy of an answer.

“Not bad,” Damian finally said, “that is a passable question so I will answer it.”

The man paused for a moment before continuing.

“It was not because I particularly cared nor because I am usually inclined to do this, I saved you simply because I felt it might be entertaining afterwards. The reason I am offering to train you now is mostly the same: I do this to entertain myself, nothing more. That is why, if I am ever discontent with your attitude or investment in what I kindly offer you, I will simply put a stop to it. So, if you want to learn as much as you can, you have better make sure to keep my interest up… Is that clear?”, Damian said in a casual tone, not looking away once as he spoke.

Alexandre swallowed with difficulty as his teacher went silent again. He had somehow been expecting that, that man wasn’t quite… normal, if that was the word. The teenager had a feeling things were not going to be very pleasant from then on…

“Yes master.”, he finally replied with a short nod.

Damian seemed pleased, or something akin to that, if anything. He stood up, towering over the teenager who was sitting on the ground, as walked behind him.

“Very well then, let us begin. Sit straight and close your eyes!”, he exclaimed, his voice clear but cold.


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“As I am sure you have noticed, there is something different about you, something… unusual, to put it in kind words.” Damian started as Alexandre sat besides him on the grass, “Those creatures that attacked you, they were real. I can assure you that much. You are not dreaming, this is not some hallucination, or delusion of your mind, this is reality. Cold and harsh.”

He paused to look the teenager straight in the eye. Alexandre had to refrain a shiver as he found himself immediately made uncomfortable by the two blue orbs, it felt as if the older man could look directly through him, into the deepest corners of his mind.

“If I hadn’t intervened, you would probably have died. It’s as simple as that.”

Once again he was silent, giving Alexandre time to take it in. If the teenager couldn’t at least come to terms with that then it was useless to waste time on him. At least he seems to be reflecting on that, Damian thought. That seemed a positive sign.

“I- I understand that,” Alexandre replied.

It was true, he did understand the point the older man was making. It had already started dawning on him some time ago and he hadn’t been able to refrain the icy chills since then. What if he hadn’t been there that time? The first time had been pure luck, the teenager still couldn’t say how he had managed to survive it… Plus he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time he encountered such strange -and dangerous- things, so he had to be ready, to be able to defend himself. Even if just a little. Damian silently nodded before speaking again.

“What I am going to teach you will not make you invincible, it will not make you strong. You will not learn to bend the laws of our world, at most, and depending on your hard work, you will be able to blur them a little, to curve them slightly. My teachings do not have the goal to make you a superhero or anything close. I will simply be opening your eyes to new possibilities and showing you the potential ways to go. Only you will be able to act upon this new knowledge and explore them. Is that understood?”, he then asked.

“Yes master,” the teenager replied, listening carefully.

“Good,” said Damian before pausing for a short moment as if he was pondering something. “Tell me, what do you know about mana?”, he then asked.

Alexandre furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think about what he knew. He knew that it was something used by video games as a magical energy but that it was based of beliefs and myths about a secret inner energy that could be shaped by one to affect their bodies and the world around them. Apart from the other names it had in different cultures he didn’t know much, though apparently it seemed important for what Damian was about to teach him.

Once again he older man nodded as Alexandre gave voice to his thoughts.

“Yes, you are partly right. Mana, under this name or others, appears in many cultures, mostly in video games nowadays. Why do you think that is? Because there is truth to it, like there is to many of the tales and legends that people tell,” the man in his forties explained. “To an empirist, one who trains in the art of empirium, it is the name of the energy -if you wish to call it that way- that we act upon to bend the laws of this world. It is somewhat akin to fuel that is used to power vehicles. To an empirist it is, to make another analogy, both the paint and the brush that we use to give form to our desires.”


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 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 32

Rated M for mature content.

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She had the impression they had been running for hours as they finally slowed down to a normal walking pace. They entered the fast food, trying to act as normal as possible despite their heavy breathing and the fact that both of them were drenched in sweat. They sat down at a table after ordering something to eat; Michel had insisted he “fill his belly with the sweet delight of fast cuisine” and she hadn’t had the heart to say no, her stomach rumbling at the smell of those delicious fries. Her partner started devouring his meal immediately and she followed in turn, both famished after having to run away from that horde of cops.

They had been halfway through the second rooftop when they had heard the shouts of police officers telling them to stop coming from the stairway behind them. How they had managed to get up there so fast was something Stephanie couldn’t explain but they had managed it. Of course neither of them had hesitated even a single second before starting to run faster, she couldn’t get caught, especially not after what she had done. She didn’t manage to stop herself from cringing at the thought, it had all been for naught… Plus she didn’t have a very fond memory of prison cells. Apparently Michel wasn’t too keen on letting himself get caught either because he lead the way without slowing down.

Where the shouts of the police officers had not even fazed her a bit, the first gunshots had almost made her freeze on the spot, almost. It had been surprising, she had never heard a gunshot from such little distance and the whizzing of the bullets as they rushed past both of them was quite surprising too but, since Michel didn’t skip a beat in his run, she didn’t stop and kept running. They had cut it close, very close even, she had to admit that. Even with all her good will and the energy she put into moving her legs one in front of the other at the highest speed possible she couldn’t help but being a little scare, or, more precisely, a bit apprehensive. Being on a rooftop wasn’t that dangerous in itself if one knew how to keep one’s balance and not to do anything stupid. The problem is that they were doing all the stupid possible at that moment: running at full speed, not caring where they stepped, running away from cops and being shot at. Not the most clever thing she had done in her life…

She had barely felt anything as the bullet had grazed her on the right side of her chest, making a hole in her jacket, it had been the feeling of wetness and the dizziness that had come after that had alerted her that something was wrong. She hadn’t said anything though, not before they had managed to get back down to the street. Then, and only then, as the cries of the police officers on the rooftops could still be heard, she had told Michel.

“Let’s get to the car first , we’ll see that then,” she had replied as he had advised to check her wound.

They had driven off as quickly as possible, somehow evading all the police cars on the way and had finally ended up in the commercial zone. Michel had parked the car near a mall and had bought a few supplies to treat her wound while she was evaluating the damage. In the end it hadn’t been to serious, a gash on her side and nothing more. Still hurting but with a clean wound and a reassured mind, they had walked in the nearest fast food to grab a quick bite. And here they were, unsure of what to do next, if they had been tracked by the police or if they were now fugitives. After all, the cops hadn’t been close enough to get a look at their faces so they most likely were safe, but one never knew. Stephanie was starting to relax, thinking back to the apartment and the clues they had found as she ate her chicken burger, when she saw the three men in black suits walk in the room.

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EoP – Part 116


Echoes of Power

Part 116


“You are late,” was the first thing the teenager heard as he approached the man he had met just a few days before.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry I-“, he began his reply but was interrupted.

“I told you not to be late,” he heard Damian say, cutting him in the middle of his sentence and

Alexandre looked at the older man, frowning as his surprise slowly passed. He almost grunted. Almost. The only reason he managed to refrain himself from doing so was that he had a feeling that in doing so he would earn himself another snarky remark. He was realizing too late he had been right in his negative premonition a few minutes earlier, almost regretting his decision to have come. Damian’s face was an unreadable mask as he sat on the ground, his blue scarf around his neck and his legs crossed. His hands were on his thighs and he was visibly doing something akin to meditation. The man hadn’t even opened his eyes or moved to greet the teenager even though Alexandre was sure he had heard him approach and recognized him. The light-haired teen was beginning to regret his decision to accept someone like that as his teacher, whatever the odds of him being killed by dangerous creatures in the future…

“Do you regret your decision?”, suddenly asked Damian, still in the same position, as if he had read the teenager’s thoughts.

“Uh…”, Alexandre began, his surprise making him hesitate, “no, no! I don’t regret it, I just…”, he paused again, unsure of what to say.

Damian remained silent, as if he was waiting for his student, inviting him to explain himself. Alexandre’s hesitation didn’t last long though. He had been prepared to anything when he had accepted Damian as his teacher, well, not anything, as he didn’t even know what would happen next, but he knew it wasn’t going to be something ‘normal’… Plus, despite the thoughts that had crossed his mind, he wasn’t ready to die yet and if that weird dude, sitting on the grass in front of him, could help with that he wasn’t going to say no. Plus he wanted answers, he needed answers. Whatever I have to do, he thought as he opened his mouth again, no matter if this is a bad decision.

“I just have so many questions that I don’t know where to begin,” he replied as he walked the few paces that separated him from the strange man who had agreed to tell him about what was going on.

“Alright then!”, Damian exclaimed as he finally opened his eyes, looking at the teenager with his unsettling blue eyes.

“I will answer your questions, that I have promised, but before we begin anything I must ask you, are you willing to let me teach you about the art of Empirium?”, he then said, still looking straight at Alexandre, before adding, “You know why I am asking that, don’t you? This is not going to be easy in the least, learning to read and use the flow of mana will come with a price, do you accept that?”

“Yes.”, replied Alexandre with a nod, not even letting himself a moment to think about it.

He wanted to know and he saw no other way, at least none in which he could keep it all to himself… Damian looked at him silently for a moment, as if he was evaluating the teenager’s resolve, before nodding and standing up.

“Very well. From now on you are my student, I am your master and that is how we will refer to each other. You will do as I say, no question, no complaint, just follow my orders. I will answer your questions, if you have any, when the time comes, that is when I decide so. I will do it then and only then. In the meantime you will know only what you need to know. Is that understood?”

“Yes!”, replied Alexandre, looking straight back.

The teenager saw Damian frown slightly, the man took a few steps towards him, their gaze never breaking off.

“‘Yes master.’, that is how you will reply to me from now on, only in that manner. Once more, is that understood?”

Alexandre almost froze again, the intensity of the gaze was barely sustainable as it became clear he hadn’t been wrong about Damian. This was not going to be easy.

“Yes master.”, he repeated, straightening slightly at the words.

Damian nodded, seemingly satisfied, before sitting back down.

“Now sit, there are things you need to know before we begin…”


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 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 31

Rated M for mature content.

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The dark-haired young woman and her more-light-colored-hair friend were about to move out of the apartment towards the staircase when they suddenly heard the police sirens that had been in the background since a few minutes ago ring out much closer and tires screeching as cars came to a halt in front of the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they were about to walk towards the elevator and looked at each other.

“Do you think we should go check it out très chère?” Asked Michel after a few seconds spent trying to figure out what was indeed happening.

Stephanie simply nodded before rushing back into the apartment and looking out the window. She immediately froze as she saw almost a dozen policemen in uniforms rush out of their cars and enter by the front door. The young woman somehow immediately knew they were coming exactly where they were, how she knew that would remain a mystery but somehow she did.

“Damn it!” She swore as she backed away and looked at Michel who had looked out the window too.

“What do we do maintenant?” He asked with a tense expression.

“I don’t know…” Replied the young woman as her brain fumed, trying to come up for a solution to get out of the hellhole they were trapped in.

They couldn’t leave by the front entrance, it would seem to suspicious but they couldn’t very well stay there either because it would almost certainly insure their capture and their prosecution as The Duck’s murderers. No one would believe them if they tried to explain what they were doing here, especially not her. Plus everything would come to light, everything she had had to do. The young woman shivered at the thought. No, it couldn’t happen, they had to get out.

“This way?”

She turned towards the bearded man as she heard his voice, he was pointing towards the window. As her eyes followed his well muscled and tanned arm she imagined herself being wrapped in it and relishing the moment as her mind went back to the previous night. Then she saw the staircase and it all became clear, the fog clouding her mind seemed to go away and she let a smile spread across her face as she understood what he meant. Of course! She thought. The emergency staircase! 

“Yes, you’re a genius!” She exclaimed as she gave him a kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the red metallic structure outside the window.

Michel followed her closely after closing the window as best as he could behind him. They ran as fast as they could up the stairs, hearing the sounds of policemen entering the apartment soon after they had exited it. The young woman thanked the upcoming summer and all those sessions at the gym for her cardiovascular system’s good shape. They finally arrived on the roof after a few seconds of silent effort and she didn’t have time to catch her breath as they started moving again.

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Writer thoughts about writing

As a reader, or perhaps a writer your self, you may have a certain idea of what an author’s vision about his story is like. A few years ago, before I really started to work on my ideas and try to put them down on paper, I had such a vision (which I kept for a long time and only recently realized it might not always be the case): to me an author (but it also applies to any other creations) is the master of his world, everything they say is considered ‘canon’ in the story, no matter if it is good or bad. They are the ones who imagined the universe, the characters and the whole plot of the story they tell (whether it’s inspired by real events, like historical books, or based off another story or completely made up, doesn’t matter) and so they are the ones who can whatever they want about the story, and that despite all that other people might say.

A few examples of this are when J.K. Rowling said that in her mind Dumbledore was gay, fact that was not ever mentioned in the stories though it may have been implied a little. It was quite a controversial announcement and many people were not okay with that. The fact is, however, that it’s her universe, whatever she imagines in the books is her decision and cannot be contested. Criticized yes but never contested. It is fact. Or when George Lucas imposed his changing vision of the Star Wars franchise on his fans, changing beloved details to satisfy the image of the movies and the universe he had. Perhaps it’s not exactly the same but to me they have the right to do that, it is, after all, their universes and their creations. I, myself, don’t condone all the decision Lucas made for example, a lot of the CGI that was added afterwards takes out the nostalgia and the charm of the original movies, but I respect it is his decision to offer his ‘true’ vision to his fans. However I also support the fact that he should allow people to have access to the ‘original movies’, when they were still untouched or barely changed. Not just to please them but also because it feel right because they were still good at that stage, perhaps even a bit better than before being changed. Plus it might be financially very profitable to the owner of the licence.

Anyways, this is just to say that an author is the reigning decision maker about his own stories or universes! But one cannot forget that it is also the fans that make the story popular and give the author credit by loving it and making it known. The fans take the universe and make it their own, each person takes it for themselves, that cannot be denied. Still, the author is ultimately the one who decides what comes out in the end, and that should always be independent of the fans, it should his or her own decision. As a fan you have to respect that. I know it’s hard, I for one had trouble accepting that when I read the end of the Inheritence cycle, I was so frustrated by how Paolini had decided to end the cycle, it didn’t feel right because there were still so many questions and things that hadn’t been explored… Or when I read Incarceron, a very good book in two parts by Catherine Fisher, and I found out at the end of the second book that the story ended like that despite me wanting something else so desperately… Yeah, it was hard. It took me time to get over it but, and I think starting to write my own stories helped, we all have to understand that an author has a precise vision for what they want to create and there is nothing we can do about it (especially when it’s already done), it is how it is. Just like real life. You can’t always get what you want, despite how hard you wish for it, so you come to terms with it and keep moving on.

This leads us to the point I wanted to make here. As and author I have realized that I have a precise vision of what I want to make but also that I don’t know everything about my story. In the general public’s idea, an author is thought to have a very precise idea of everything he writes, to know all about his story. As a writer, thought amateur, I can tell you it is very far from the truth, for me at least. I know what I want to create for my stories, I know what will be liked and what might not be, and I know I don’t care because this is what I want to write. But I also know that I have blanks and things that are blurry all over the place. You see, I don’t really feel, like you might imagine, as the creator of my stories in a sense. What I mean is that I am at the same time the ‘god’ reigning over the universe I imagine, knowing everything and capable of anything I want, like bending the rules or creating new ones. I don’t really feel like that. Of course I am the one who imagine the universe and the characters and the plot, and perhaps I was such an entity at the beginning, when I was still playing ‘who has the most Super Sayan transformations’ with my brother in our garden, but now I feel different.

I feel like I am more of an observer, a semi-omniscient narrator/viewer of the stories I create. I have scenes and ideas that pop into my head but it is difficult to say if I really decided to imagine them or if they came to me, created by the world itself. It’s complicated to make the difference at this point. Of course I still make decisions from time to time, like in Echoes of Power, which is a story about a teenager discovering he can use magic, where I consciously decided what the main character look like to sort of make a point, instead of simply let my imagination follow its own course. I, as a writer, am more of a historian, glimpsing moments and scenes of the story and discovering it piece by piece, than a true godly creator. At least that is how I feel. And I think that I am not alone, I think a lot of other creators are like this. That idea came to me when I was thinking about an eventual interview I might give one day, when I have become rich and famous and people want to know all about my stories, I asked myself: what if they ask me a question I don’t know the answer to? Like, what happened to this character to make him become like this? What if I know that something happened but I can’t say what exactly…? Will it make me look like a bad author? And I realized that no, it wouldn’t. I might be looked at weirdly but what i have created and written doesn’t need to have answers to everything. Realism, making the story believable doesn’t necessarily mean to be able to explain everything, just like with History. Which, ironically, makes this more realistic, more life-like…

Anyways! This is a rant I wanted to get out to you readers and authors, ask as many questions as you want but if you don’t get an answer or don’t get one that satisfies you because you are not okay with what the creator of your beloved story made something different from what you had hoped, remember that in the realm of the story, the author is king. and if he doesn’t have the answer it doesn’t mean something has no explanation, that is where ‘canon’ ends and ‘fanfiction’ begins, where you make the story’s universe your own. Respect the bad and blurry sides of what you love and enjoy, imperfections are what makes something perfect! (Such cool, very philosophy, so wow!)

Okay, that’s all! Thank you for taking the time to read, and sorry if I wasn’t very coherent or clear, I wrote this in one go… Alright, see you people later!

Soar Vandergeid out!


tldr; An author always has the final word, no matter what, even if he doesn’t have an answer.