New Blog!

Sooo, this is a short post, but I'd thought I'd just let everyone know that I have a new blog for my project More Than Survival. I figured that I'd eventually want to blog about that project, but I don't necessarily post everything about it on here since it's for WoP. Sooo... Yeah! You can click the Other Blogs tab, and find the link there, or just click here!

http://mtsurvival.blogspot.com/

Also, son't forget about the poll thing. It ends on Saturday, and I'll have a new question up sometime that afternoon!

Thanks for reading this, and also, let me know what you think of the new blog! :D

(Bryin: Yeah, of course there's a new blog. First she completely abandons my story right in the middle of it, then she starts to like her new characters, and then she makes a whole blog for them. And you know what? Those characters won't even be grateful for all that. Gosh. Why can't my author just come back and forget about all the other stupid new characters? Why?!?!

Tristan: Ooh... What's this place. It looks cool... Maybe it's some top secret government thingy...

Bryin: Um, hello? This isn't you blog, you terrible new character girl. Go back to where ever it is you came from, I was in the middle of--

Tristyn: Oh, I didn't see you there... Are you a government agent? Sorry about being here when it's supposed to be top secret and everything. It was a complete accident.

Bryin: I don't work for the government! This whole thing has nothing to do with the government! If you want to ramble on and on about stupid stuff, get on your own blog! This one's mine. I'm the only one allowed to do stupid stuff on here.

Tristyn: Well, excuse me. That was rude. I'm not stupid, and I'm not rambling on and on. Not yet anyway.

Bryin: Then leave before you do start!)

Me: *Shoos both Bryin and Tristyn away before anything can get out of hand* Oh, and sorry for just stopping in the middle of your story Bryin! I promise I'll come back soon to torture-- I mean-- write about you later!!!

NaNo Update #1

Soooooo... I'm not doing as well as I would have liked. >.< First, I would have liked to update my blog yesterday, but I was too tired since I had just gotten home from being out of town for a concert. (BTW, Skillet is amazing, and that was my second time seeing them. I also saw Family Force 5, for KING & COUNTRY, Jamie Grace, Lincoln Brewster, and a few other people. It was awesome! And Sadie Robertson was there as well! :D) All in all, it was worth the time I spent not writing. But, I only have 3,518 words written as of right this moment, and I'm around 8,000 words behind. I don't have much time to write today because I have a lot of homework to do, and I may not have a lot of time tomorrow either. >.<

BUT! There is some good news! (Other than the part about the concert ;) ) So far, I wasn't sure how this story was going to turn out, especially since every time I try to write a new story I lose interest and just default back to writing Bryin and Darvel's story. (Bryin: Um, of course she does. I'm just too awesome not too.) I still don't know if I'm going to lose interest in this yet or not, but so far I'm liking the direction I'm heading in.

I really like the main character Wolf, and I'm excited about the idea of adding in a few other main characters. Only problem at the moment other than low word count is, I'm not quite sure where I'm going to take the story. XD But, considering I'm never low on ideas, I'm sure that won't be a problem for long. Especially since I do have an end goal.

Anyway... There's my update. If you haven't already noticed, there's a new poll question up! Which character would you like to hear more about?

This was the result of last week's question:
Which character do you feel the most sorry for?
Bryin  0 (0%)
Darvel  2 (33%)

Katrina  4 (66%)

Other  0 (0%)
No one  0 (0%)

So, Katrina won with a total of 4 votes. Yay. XD I voted for Darvel, just because (or Katrina... I honestly can't remember because it's been a pretty long week...) and Cloaklover voted for Katrina. So that means four other people voted, which makes me happy because I wasn't really sure if anyone else would. :)

And, one last thing, I have a personality quiz thing. If you haven't already taken it, you totally should, just for fun! And if you've already done it, first, thank you so much! :D And second, let me know your result in the comments, or any questions you had! I know two people said they got Adela (which is why I included her in the poll question) so if you want to know more about her then just let me know. :D

Okay, I'm done rambling. I think... Thanks for reading! Hopefully I remember to update my blog next week!

NaNoWriMo

Sooo... I haven't posted in awhile, but I've been thinking that maybe I'd like to start back up again. And so, I figured I would attempt to post at least once a week, probably every Friday, and share how NaNo is going for me. Since I started college this year, I'm not going to have as much time to write, but we'll see how everything turns out later.

Currently, I'm working on the sixth book in my WoP (World of Panin) series. I've been working on it for awhile, and probably won't be done with it anytime soon, but I'd still like to start a new project for NaNo that I'm referring to as More Than Survival. I don't have too much planned for it, but I have a loose plot, and lots of ideas. If anyone has any questions about it, I'd love to answer them, but other than what I just typed up, I don't really have anything else to say on that subject.

Really, though, I'd love to get back to blogging more regularly, so expect more blog posts in the future, and bug me about them if you want. It might help to remind my scatterbrained self to write something up more than just a few times a year.

(Also, in an attempt to motivate myself, I'm going to try and start posting a weekly poll question. This week's question is Who do you feel sorry for the most? If you have any suggestions for questions, or other weekly things you might like to see here, let me know! :D)

Annnnd, here's a small part of the fifth book from WoP.
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Pushing past all the strangers, Bryin wandered around looking confused. He didn’t exactly know what to do, and Sage was nowhere in sight. As the minutes ticked by, and Bryin accidentally walked across the dance floor, bumping into the waltzing couples, he made his way to the farthest wall and stood back watching all the people. Most everyone was interacting with everyone else, engaging in conversations or dancing, and Bryin felt out of place. Normally he loved socializing with people, but today he was feeling off. In fact, he was beginning to forget what the party was even for.

            But when he noticed Darvel against the same wall he was leaning on, he quickly remembered. Bryin scooted closer to Darvel, a frown slowly creasing his face.

            “Please don’t tell me I look like that.” Bryin said, noting that Darvel’s clothes were exactly like his, only different colors. Even their hair was styled the same.

            “You know,” Darvel muttered, casting a side-glance at Bryin, “I’m getting the sudden urge to insult you, but there’s nothing I can say without insulting myself as well.”

            Bryin rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to show. He realized Darvel had said something mean like always, but it was also pretty amusing.

            “Ha, ha.” Bryin said, satisfied with achieving a sarcastic tone. “You’re really funny Darvel. But I think you’ve taken this whole joke way to far.” He gestured to the party going on around them. “Maybe it’s time to break the news to everyone that you’re not really getting married.”

            “Pfft. What? You worried I’m not gonna pay attention to you after I get married?” Darvel gave Bryin’s cheek a gentle pat. “It’ll be okay. If you ever need me, I’ll always have time to give you a punch in the face if you need it.”

            Bryin scowled lightly. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Darvel. I doubt anyone who really knows you will believe that you’re actually getting married. It’s not like you to do something like that.”  Bryin tapped his chin, then held up a finger before Darvel could say anything. “Oh, wait! I know! Adela totally asked you to marry her. That’s the only explanation for this whole thing!”

            Darvel glared hard at Bryin. “Just shut up. I’m not joking about getting married. And I’m the one who asked her. Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I’m not capable of liking other people.”

            “Okay, okay.” Bryin held up he hands as a sign of defeat. “Gosh, all I meant by that was it’s weird to think you’re getting married. I mean, you’re only eighteen…”

            “And your point is?” Darvel raised an eyebrow at Bryin. “I was only seventeen when I moved out of the castle and got a job and started taking care of Katrina.”

            “Yeah, and most seventeen year olds on Earth wouldn’t want to do that sort of thing at that age.” Bryin crossed his arms. “At least I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to. And they certainly wouldn’t want to get married a year later.”

            “I don’t know where you’ve been for the last three years, but this isn’t Earth.” Darvel crossed his arms, unconsciously copying Bryin. “Besides,” Darvel said, his eyes wandering to watch Adela across the room as she talked to a few other people, “I really do care about her, so it shouldn’t be that hard to believe that I would want to marry her…”

            “Ew, Darvel…” Bryin made a face and put a hand over Darvel’s eyes. “Stop looking at her like that, seriously… It’s gross.”

            Darvel slapped Bryin’s hand away, scowling. “What’s gross? I was just looking at her.”

            “It’s not gross that you were looking at her, it’s gross the way you were looking at her.” Bryin shook his head. “Sort of like the way I would look at a bag of gummy bears.”

            Darvel gave Bryin a look that said he was less than amused. “I… I don’t even know how to respond to that…”

            “Well, I guess I do have that sort of effect on people.” Bryin flashed Darvel a grin, and an awkward silence fell between them.

            As they stared at each other, Darvel cleared his throat and looked away. “You… Um… You seem to be doing okay even after everything that happened…”

            “Oh, don’t worry. I know how much you would hate it if I was okay, so…” Bryin rolled up the left sleeve of his dress shirt and revealed his sliced up arm. “Sorry, though. Sage says the cuts are healing very well so far.”

            Darvel winced, knowing that a few days ago he was very close to the point of doing that to himself. “I don’t think I realized you were at that point. Are… Are you okay now?”

            Bryin shoved Darvel lightly. “Hey, don’t ask me that. We both know it’s not like you to care about me. You shouldn’t even be the slightest bit sympathetic. You hate me, and… I’m okay with that now. Besides, I won’t even think about how much you hate me when I’m off sailing the seas as a pirate.”

            “What are you going on about now?” Darvel sighed, wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have asked Bryin that question.

            “Nothing really. I… I just got in to contact with Calix, and he said he would meet me so I could join the pirate crew.”

            “So… You’re going to find a ship…” Darvel bit his lip slightly. “When are you running off to do that?”

            “I dunno…” Bryin shrugged and turned to watch all the couples dancing. “Soon, I think. Probably in like, three days or something like that. I just need time to get everything together without Sage or the rest of the family noticing what I’m up to.”

            Darvel nodded slowly, obviously thinking something through. “Well, then… Would you mind if… If I came along with you? P-please?”

            “You can come, but are you sure you’re not an alien?” Bryin started walking towards a long table filled with different foods. Pausing, he turned to glance back at Darvel. “I mean, ever since we rescued everyone from those wizards, you’ve been being a little nicer, and it’s not really like you, if you know what I mean.”

            “Whatever.” Darvel huffed at Bryin and watched him walk off, all the while knowing Bryin was right. Since then, he and Bryin had held at least two civil conversations, and he was beginning to notice that he didn’t really hate Bryin like he used to. What’s more, he was having a hard time validating his reasons for hating Bryin, and he also didn’t see why becoming king had been such a big deal to him.

            Adela walked over to him, and introduced him to a few of her friends, and a few people she had just met, and he began to guess that she was the reason he was different. It was because she and Katrina loved him, and had wanted to be his friend. They gave him the kind of attention he never believed his family gave to him, and it wasn’t until that moment that Darvel had become aware of that.

A Year Later

So, I haven't really been trying hard to think of a blog post, and my last one was sort of about me, but... Yeah.

Anyways, I completely forgot about this until I came across something that reminded me, but Bryin and Darvel's birthday is April 15th. I wasn't entirely sure about that until I went through my old posts, but reading that one got me thinking. In the book I'm currently working on, there's a bunch of drama taking place, and it's pretty hilarious actually, but things are changing quickly. Both Bryin and Darvel are getting to become totally different people than they were a year ago.

I'm pretty close to the ending of book five, and both the twins have hit an all time low, and it won't be until the ending of the sixth book, or beginning of the seventh book until they pull themselves together. (So, basically, this is going to be really fun for me to write, but that's a bit off topic...)

My point is, (I think I had one when I started typing...) with every book that ends, every year that goes by, it's really cool to see the changes in their character and how their circumstances affect them.

For example, the longer this book goes on, the more attached to Adela he's becoming. (I'll explain Adela later, if I haven't already.) It's really cute, and I can't believe how quickly he started to like her. Although they've spent a year together before this book that I didn't write about, but that's besides the point. And not only that, but he seems to be softening up a lot! I hadn't really expected it until after the seventh book at least, but of course my characters defy me once again.

And Bryin... Well, I'm not sure you want me to go into this as it's not exactly cute like Darvel's character change, but... Basically he's slowly going insane. Okay, he was always crazy before, but now something inside his mind has snapped (literally, but I'm not going to explain how). And now he's finding himself more easily irritated and pretty violent. (Sorta like Darvel... I think they might have switched when I wasn't looking...)

Anyways, that's pretty much been their year. Not in full details of course, seeing as I left out all the interesting stuff. ;) But I'm thinking it will be so cool to see where they are in another year!

Annnd, here's a cute story I felt like posting. (I'm not sure if I ever posted it on my thread before, or anything like that, but it's a cute scene.)
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            Bryin looked around clutching a box he had wrapped himself. He had just gotten away from his family who had insisted on making a big deal out of his eighteenth birthday. But he didn’t want them to make a huge thing out of him “growing up” and he decided to leave since Darvel hadn’t even been there. It was his birthday too and everyone really wanted him there as well, but instead he had locked himself in his room to do who knew what.

            “Bryin,” Sage said, following behind him, “why are you going to find Darvel? From what I have seen of him, he does not want anything to do with you, and it is rather pointless to continue reaching out to him. It is only a waste of your time, and the rest of your family have realized that. Why have you not come to that conclusion as well?”

            “Because, Sage,” Bryin sighed, not bothering to slow down so that the seven year old could catch up. “He’s my brother and I’m never going to give up on him no matter what. And I certainly hope none of my family would give up on me, even when I’m being beyond difficult and mean.”

            “Alright. Whatever you wish to believe, you can, Bryin.” Sage said, deciding to let Bryin talk to Darvel alone. “But at least be wise in recognizing the signs of Darvel possibly being a lost cause.”

            “He’s not a lost cause!” Bryin called after Sage who was quickly disappearing on his way to the library, his favorite place in the castle.

            “Save you breath, Bryin.” Darvel muttered as the opened the door to his room. “You’re not convincing that kid of anything and you’re certainly not convincing yourself. Now what do you want?”

            Staring at Darvel, Bryin found himself somewhat amused by the fact that they were now eighteen, and Darvel was still an almost perfect mirror image of himself. Only, Darvel was much harder and angrier than he ever was.

            “Um, well, I wanted to bring you this,” Bryin said, smiling as he held out the box he was still holding. “It’s for my— or I mean, your birthday.” Bryin added when Darvel made no move to take the gift from Bryin.

            “Yeah, real thoughtful of you. Now leave me alone.” Darvel said as he turned around and moved to shut the door on Bryin.

            “Wait! Darvel, come on…” Bryin stuck his foot in the door to keep it from closing. “Please just open it…”

            “Yeah!” Said a happy little voice from somewhere in Darvel’s room. “You should be nice to your brother, Darvel! ‘Cus he told me he loves you lots, and I love you lots too, so it means we both want you to be happy!”

            “Katrina…” Darvel half groaned. “That’s not what he wants…”

            Even though Darvel clearly didn’t want him there, he left the door open for Bryin to let himself in.

            “Sorry if it doesn’t seem like I love you,” Bryin said, looking down at the present he brought for his brother. “But I really do love you. And that’s why I brought you this.”

            As Darvel sat down on his bed next to Katrina, Bryin placed the wrapped box on his lap. Darvel rolled his eyes and tried to appear annoyed when in all reality he was actually very curious to find out what Bryin had brought him.

            So, as unenthusiastically as he could, Darvel ripped the wrapping paper off of the box and took the lid off the box to reveal a leather bound book.

            “You… You got me a book?” Darvel asked, wrinkling his nose. “Seriously Bryin, you don’t even like to read. Why would you think I would?”

            “Nooo!” Bryin sighed, taking the book out of the box for Darvel. “It’s a special book I made just for you. At least look at it…”

            Darvel was about to reject Bryin’s gift altogether without a hesitation until he glanced at Katrina’s pleading eyes. With a sigh he grudgingly took the book and stared at it with a blank face.

            Etched on the cover was the title, Reasons Why I Love Darvel. The black leather was soft, and Darvel could obviously tell Bryin had put a lot of work into it. Opening it and flipping through to a random page, Darvel noticed that the whole book was one long numbered list.

            “23. I love Darvel because he’s just as stubborn as me.

            24. I love Darvel because he hasn’t killed me yet.

            25. I love Darvel because if you move past the fact that he’s being rude and mean, he’s really funny…”

            Without even glancing at the other pages, Darvel estimated that there had to be more than a hundred reasons that Bryin had thought of and written down… But why?

            “Really funny, Bryin,” Darvel said, standing up and shoving the book back to Bryin, “but I’ve got things that need to be done, and you need to leave. No one has time for your little games anyways.”

            Darvel spun Bryin towards the door and started pushing him into the hallway.

            “But, Darvel…” Katrina said, jumping up from her spot on his bed. “Y-you didn’t get to my part. ‘Cus I helped Bryin with the book, huh, Bryin?”

            Bryin grinned at Katrina and nodded.

            “Yep! Katrina was a big help, and the whole last part of it was her’s to you.”

            Darvel stopped, crossed his arms, and frowned as he looked between Katrina and Bryin. Then he rubbed his forehead with one hand and held the other one out to Bryin.

            “Just give it to me.” Darvel mumbled, shaking his head.

            Bryin gladly handed the book back to Darvel, still grinning widely.

            Darvel muttered something about Bryin wiping that stupid smile off of his face as he flipped back to the last few pages. But, as he read all of the things that Bryin had written down for Katrina, and saw all of the little drawings Katrina had done herself, he couldn’t keep the smile off of his own face.

            Looking back at the little girl, Darvel knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her.

            “Thank you, Katrina. I love it.”

            “You do?” Katrina asked, her big eyes looking at Darvel hopefully.

            “Of course I do, Katrina. I love it especially because it came from you.” Darvel gave Katrina a tight squeeze, and tilted his head as Katrina whispered something into his ear. Shaking his head he whispered something back with a frown. Katrina pulled away from him, crossed her arms, and gave him a disapproving look.

            Darvel stood up, not believing that a five year old was bossing him around, and he was possibly going to listen to her. Glancing back at the doorway, he sighed as he saw Bryin was still there.

            “And you’re still grinning idiotically too…” Darvel muttered under his breath.

            “What?” Bryin asked, casting a glance at Katrina. “What were you two talking about?”

            “Nothing, Bryin.” Darvel said, taking a step towards the door. “But, um…” Darvel cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked at the ground. “Thanks, for… Well, you know.”

            Bryin didn’t even wait for Darvel to finish before he tackled him in a hug.

            “I love you too, Darvel…” Bryin said, seeing a glimmer of hope for once that maybe he and Darvel could become friends.

            “I know.” Darvel replied, hugging Bryin back for the first time ever.

            Then he pushed Bryin out of the room and shut the door behind him.

A glance into my inner thoughts...

Okay, so I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything and what I'm posting now doesn't have anything to do with my writing, but... It's been on my mind lately and I kinda wanted to write it to get my feelings out. Yeah, so don't bother reading it if you don't really want to. ;p

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Why is it that when I'm feeling completely fine, and after being surrounded with so many amazing people, I'm always sucked back into a dark pit of loneliness? I feel as if I have no one to talk to, but could it be I'm only really afraid of what my friends might think of me? What if, out of the blue, I poured out my feelings to someone, giving them all my real thoughts and opinions? Would they still be my friend? Were they really my friend to begin with? Would the even give me the opportunity to speak, or will I always be stuck as the listener?

It's after flipping through a list of people with these questions and more swirling around my brain that I stop and turn to the only one on Earth who can understand me.

Me.

But as I'm dying to discuss a certain situation with another human being, my inner self enlightens me on why I am suffering.

It's your fault, I tell myself. If you only had the courage to say something,you wouldn't be alone. In fact, pick up your phone right now. There are plenty of people who would listen. The only problem is YOU.

You watch the groups of people interacting with each other and long to be part of it. Yet you lie to yourself and say you really want to be alone. You've even managed to make yourself lonely reading conversations on the internet. It makes me wonder, when are you going to learn? The. Problem. Is. You!

Every word I tell myself sounds true. If I'm always silently on the sidelines, how is anyone supposed to know I'm hurt and lonely, practically dying for a deeper relationship to break the walls I've built? But even knowing that, I still wait by expectantly, trying to convey a thousand messages with my longing gazes.

Maybe... Maybe I should try harder. But... But I'm always doing my best to connect with people and understand them. Would it be too much to ask for someone else to make the first move? For them to try and understand me? For once, for someone to give me a chance?

Please, someone... Give me the chance. Give me the chance to let everything out before I'm lost in my unending thoughts. Before I'm destroyed and consumed by my unknown feelings.

For once in a long time, help me climb out of the pit of loneliness. Show my other self she's wrong.

I... I don't want to be lonely anymore...

Best Blogging Buddies Award

Alright, so I was nominated for the Best Blogging Buddies Award by Leilani Sunblade. Here's the cute little owl that goes along with the award. Apparently his name is Dave. :D

So here are the rules.

• You must post to show the award on your main blog.
• You must tag the person who nominated you, in your post.
• You must tag all of your best buddies, and those whom you want to become best buddies with, who, to your knowledge, have not been nominated, for this award.
• You must ask your buddies at least fifteen questions on your post.
• You must answer all of the questions your buddies ask you. On your post.

And now for answering the questions!

1. It seems to be tradition, so . . . what's your favorite part about blogging?

My favorite part about blogging...? Hmm. Well I've never really thought about that, but I guess it would be the fact that it gives me the ability to write down what ever crazy thing is on my mind and let's me share that with others. There are no rules, so it helps a lot while procrastinating, or dealing with writer's block.

2. Is there a song stuck in your head right now? If so, what is it?

The songs that are stuck in my head right now are these two songs...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1zrH4h0CVE

3. What's your favorite Bible verse?

Hmm, usually my automatic answer to that question would be Luke 18:27, "...What is impossible with man is possible with god." But after some though, I've always been drawn to Psalms 23:4. "Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

4. If you could trade lives with any fictional character for a day, who would you trade with? And at what point in his/her life?

I've always wanted to be Will Treaty from Ranger's Apprentice. And as for what point in his life, probably starting from when Halt chose him as an apprentice, that way I could learn all of the skill of a ranger.

5. What's your favorite Christmas song?

Ooh, I think my favorite Christmas song will always be Wynter Fever by Theocracy. It's a long song, but it's pretty funny in my opinion. 

6. What's your least favorite Christmas song?

I'm gonna say... It's probably Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time. I just find that song somewhat annoying.

7. What's the next book you're hoping/planning to read? (For fun, not for school.)

I would like to read Slaves of Socorro, the fourth book in the Brotherband series by John Flanagan. I own the book, I just have to dig it out of my black hole, also know as my bed room.

8. Which book/movie villain would you most want to show up on your front doorstep?

Ehh... I always have a hard time with questions related to villains... I guess I would say Fen from The Blackwell Pages. He's more of an anti-hero though... *Sigh*

9. If said villain showed up, what would your reaction be?

I would be really excited (as long as anti-heroes count for the last question...) He's one of my favorite characters in the series, and I think I would just generally freak out if I met him.

10. If you could have any superpower, what would you pick?

I would probably want either healing powers or super strength.

11. What's your favorite place to read/write?

I love to write in the living room or my house where my family's desktop is set up. Mainly, it's not the where, it's the when with writing. When being when everyone is either out of the house or asleep. As for reading... Usually I do most of my reading in the quietest part of the house.

12. Are your bookshelves organized? If so, how?

Well, I tried to organize my book shelve a few months ago by author's last name or something like that. But I ran out of room on my book shelve which is almost floor to ceiling...

13. What's one odd quirk of yours?

Hmm... One of my quirks is I'll pull out my phone every few minutes to refresh the UG, even if I know that there's not going to be anything new. It's pretty much a habit that every time I unlock my phone I refresh the UG before I lock my phone again. And, even if I'm getting my phone out to text or call someone, I accidentally open my web browser which is always open to the UG.

14. What's one recently written book that your grandchildren will be assigned to read in high school? (Or, to put it another way, what's one recently written book that you think will become a major classic?)

I'm gonna say Hunger Games. Just because...

15. Do you like even or odd numbers better?

I love even numbers, but my favorite number is five just because it's generally a very round number... Figuratively that is.

16. What's your favorite kind of chocolate? 

My favorite kind is a Hershey's chocolate bar with almonds. Mmm. :)

17. What are you going to do after you finish this tag?

Sleep. It's like 4:30 in the morning... I honestly have no idea why I stayed up this late...

Now for my questions...

1. What's your favorite thing to do in your spare time?

2. What's your favorite type of music?

3. If you could have any meal, what would it be?

4. Which one of your own characters is your favorite?

5. Which one of your own characters is your least favorite?

6. If you could write or read a scene featuring your character, and another author's character, which characters would you want to be in the scene?

7. What's one fictional place you've always wanted to go to?

8. What inspired you to start writing?

9. Who is your least favorite fictional protagonist?

10. Would you rather write early in the morning, or late at night?

11. What are your least favorite characters to read/write about?

12. What's your favorite book?

13. Do you prefer typing on a computer, or writing in a notebook?

14. Have you ever written a short story about your characters to avoid writing the actual book?

15. Do you have any pets?

And with that I tag...

Charlotte

And Trista Vaporblade

Like I always say, I'm terrible at tagging people... DX Oh well. Thanks for reading!

Random Back Story

Soo... It's been like a few weeks since I've posted, but I felt like I should post something that I've been working on. It's a whole different story altogether, but I could probably connect it to my other series with  a little help from Takfin, but anyways. Since this is a new idea I've been working on getting used to the characters, and to do that it always helps to have at least one or two tragic back stories. For me anyways... Probably cliche, but since when have I cared about that...?

So this one is about Kollin, and just so you know I do plan on having a draw of Kollin on my other blog soon. Don't know when since I'm still working on it, but I love the direction I've been heading. :D


*Dramatic, kind of sad music*

The five year old boy yawned in his mother’s arms.

                “Mommy, we a’most dere?”

                His mother smiled at him and stroked his hair.

                “We’re almost there, Kollin. Just another hour or two.”

                “Dat’s a yong time…” Kollin wrinkled his nose, and snuggled against his mother. “I’s makin’ me seepy…”

                His mother chuckled, and rubbed her nose up against his.

                “Well, if you want to sleep you can. Then, before you know it, we’ll be there.” She was about to say something else, when she stopped suddenly.

                “Honey, are you alright?” Kollin’s father reached over and took their boy from her arms. “I’ll carry him for now. Are you sure you don’t need to rest?”

                “No, no… I’m fine… Just a little tired…” She smiled up at her husband. “I don’t want to stop now, though. Not when we’re so close to reaching our new home, and the place Kollin is going to grow up in.”

                “Yes, but you should be pushing yourself so hard. Not when you’ve got the little baby growing in your tummy.”

                “Mmmh…” Kollin’s mother hummed, her smile widening. “I can’t wait to meet my baby… I guess I can sit down for a few moments…”

                Kollin’s father nodded and excused himself for a moment. He marched off of the path into the forest, and came out dragging a log that he had found.

                “Here, sit on this.” He set it down for her, and helped her sit with his free hand. “Are… Are you sure you’re going to be able to make the journey? If you need me to I can leave you and Kollin here and run the rest of the way. Then I can find some transportation or—”

                “I’m fine. I wouldn't feel safe if you left me and Kollin all alone, and besides… I wanted to travel as a family.”

                “’cept,” Kollin mumbled, “I didn’ wan’ ta go at all…”

                “I know, son.” Kollin’s father squeezed him in a tight hug. “But we had to.”

                “How come?”

                “Well…” Kollin’s parents looked at each other, both unsure how to answer. “Sometimes people aren’t very nice… They… They make up their minds about certain things and they refuse to believe any other way. And there were lots of those people back at our old home, so now we’re moving to a new home where people won’t know us yet.”

                Kollin made a small puppy like whimper in his confusion.

                “I don’ get it…”

                “That’s because you’re still small.” Kollin’s mother patted the seat beside her, motioning for her husband to sit. Then she hugged Kollin as well. “When you’re older you’ll understand. But for now just know that your father and I love you. No matter what happens we’ll always love you.”

                “I yike you too!” Kollin said, grinning. Leaning closer to his parents faces, he licked them both, and gave a small, excited bark.

                “Careful,” his father warned, smiling gently, “otherwise our little puppy isn’t going to be tired anymore. Go ahead and sleep, Kollin.”

                Kollin whined as if he wanted to protest, then he gave a big yawn, and sighed. Wrapping his arms around his father’s neck he quickly fell asleep.

                “I-it’s not fair…” Kollin’s mother said, her smile no longer present. “It’s not fair how people treat him just because he’s different! Why would they blame a five year old for people’s deaths, especially when he didn't even know they had died?”

                “Shhh…” His father wrapped an arm around Kollin and his wife. “You don’t want to wake Kollin…” He leaned over and gently kissed his wife on the forehead. “I know it’s wrong, but there’s nothing we can do. Nothing but move on and start over where people won’t judge him as harshly. And if it happens again, we’ll pack up and find somewhere else.”

                “But what kind of life is that for Kollin? And the new baby? It’s… It’s terrible to have to rip them away from a home like that.”

                “Yes, but think about Kollin’s safety. Sooner or later people will start to react violently, and Kollin will end up hurt or worse… At this point I would rather move him constantly then attend his funeral.”

                Kollin’s mother sobbed quietly.

                “I-it’s… It’s too much to think about…”

                “Then don’t think about it, my darling. Let’s move on. Once we get to the new house we can put everything behind us and start a new life. We might not even have the same problem, and in that case, this move will be our first and last. So… Let’s not think about any of this ever again unless we have to.”

                She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.

                “Y-you’re right… You’re right. For Kollin’s sake I will move on. And I will hope and pray that Kollin can grow up having a normal life.”

                He smiled, and helped his wife to his feet, then they walked on…

               

Kollin was dreaming of chasing a rabbit. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with it when he caught it, but the chase was thrilling and exciting. It was so much fun he almost never wanted to wake up again. But with a sudden jerk, he was pulled from his pleasant dreams into a real life nightmare.

                Kollin blinked several times, trying to figure out where he was. Whimpering in terror, Kollin realized that the jerk that had woken him up was him being pulled from his father’s arms to be held at gun point. There were five other guys surrounding his parents, all of them holding guns.

                “Don’t touch my son!” His father pleaded. “Please! I don’t know what you want from us, but please leave my son out of this!”

                “Shut up!” One of the men slammed his gun into his head and sent him to his knees. “Both of you give us all your money and valuables, or we’ll shoot the kid.”

                Without hesitation Kollin’s father dumped all of the money from his pockets onto the ground. Then he took off his watch and wedding ring, and turned to see his wife taking off her necklace and her wedding ring.

                Then man who was holding Kollin scowled at the small amount of money, and raised his gun to Kollin’s head.

                “No, please!” Kollin’s mother sobbed. “Please…”

                “Th-this is all we have…” Kollin’s father pushed the money towards the man. “Please take it and let my son go… There’s no reason to kill him.”

                “Huh,” the man said with a nod, “you’re right. It’s not the boy’s fault his parents are poor. Pushing Kollin to the ground, he turned his gun on Kollin’s mother and fired.

                Both Kollin and his father cried out in shock and horror. Kollin was shaking visibly, tears streaming down his face.

                “M-m-mommy…”

                His father rushed to her side, choking back a sob as he saw the bullet wound in her chest.

                “No, no, no… Why?” He cried over his wife’s body in anger and anguish.

                “Don’t worry, you’re going to join her.” The man with the gun said, as he took aim.

                Jerking his head toward his son, Kollin’s father yelled, “Run, Kollin! Run!”

                And as Kollin heard the gun shot, he took off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Kollin gasped for breath, swaying dizzily as he leaned against a tree. He had been running for days since his parents had died. He actually managed to run for an hour straight, then took a few moments to rest. Once he had taken a break, he started running again, with no idea where he was going, or what he was going to do. He kept running like this until a few days had past, and finally he was too tired, hungry, and dehydrated to continue.

                “I-I r-r-ran, Daddy…” He cried as he slid down the tree and sat hard on the ground. “H-h-how c-come… How come you c-couldn’ come wif m-me?”

                Kollin wrapped his arms around himself and cried until no more tears would come. He was still shaking, the sound of the gun shots refusing to leave his mind, promising to haunt him forever. He was now an orphan, and somewhere deep inside himself, Kollin knew he wasn't going to survive without his parents there to care for him.

                He was going to die…

                Kollin’s head snapped up as he heard a small rustle in the woods, and he stood up, panicking. Before he could react though, the head of a wolf poked out of a bush. Kollin stood still, suddenly more curious then afraid.

                “D-d-doggy?” He hesitantly took a step forward, but froze when an ominous growl came from behind the baby wolf. Kollin whimpered and began to retreat, but the growling stopped, and another wolf appeared from the bush.

                This wolf howled and a dozen more wolf came out of their hiding places. Kollin stayed as still as he could, wondering if they wanted to eat him. A few of the wolves stepped closer and sniffed the boy in front of them. In response, Kollin got on all fours and howled in exactly the same way as the first wolf had, only smaller and with less power. All the wolves tilted their head curiously, then howled back, startling Kollin.

                Then all at once the rest of the wolves gathered around Kollin, rubbing on him, and licking him. As Kollin watched them, he smiled, hoping this meant they would all be friends. From there, they guided Kollin to a river where he lapped at the water. They fed him, and he played with the wolf pups until he was so tired he fell asleep. The Mama wolf who had first seen Kollin, scooped him up on to her back, and carried him as the pack moved on.

Kollin had grown up quite a bit since he was five years old. Not a day had gone by that he didn't think of his parents, but with those thoughts came the thoughts of the new family who had taken him in. He was twelve years old now, or as far as he could remember he was. As the seven years had passed, the pups he had grown up wrestling with were just as big as he was.

                The wolves had taken care of him in every single area except for clothes. As soon as he got too big for the ones he was wearing, he raided a near-by town for a pair that fit him. It was that time again, and as he separated from the pack for a few minutes, he howled, hoping he was letting them know he was going to be back soon. He knew they would wait for him, they always did.

                Running into the village on all fours, he leaped into the yard of one of the houses, and stood up to examine the clothes line. After trying on several different items of clothing, he finally found a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit.

                Looking around to make sure there was no one close, Kollin took off, running back to his pack. He was almost there when he heard the unforgettable sound of a gunshot. Eyes widening he howled and ran faster, hoping nothing had happened.

                When he reached his pack, the scene was horrific. Men with guns were shooting the wolves of his pack, and the wolves tried to defend themselves and fight back, but they were no match for the men’s weapons.

                Kollin raced in the center of everything, growling at the men, and tackling the closest one.

                “Whoa, whoa! Kid, stop. We’re trying to rid the town of these monsters…”

                Kollin turned in a rage to the man who had spoken, and moved to tackle him, when he heard the whimper of one of his closest friends.

                Hesitantly crawling over to him, Kollin pulled the wolf’s head into his lap, and bit his lip as a tear made its way down his face.

                Letting out a howl, Kollin threw his head back as the wolf let out his last breath and went limp. He gently laid his friend’s dead body on the ground and turned to face the men. He would have attacked them if they hadn’t had their guns trained on him.

                As the authorities of the town arrived, the men explained what had happened, and the carefully pulled Kollin’s hands behind his wrists and handcuffed him.

                “What’s your name, kid?” One of the officers asked him.

                Kollin stared at the ground, growling. He couldn't believe his family was dead again…

                “Kid, what’s your—”

                “Go away!” Kollin yelled, the English words feeling odd and unfamiliar in his mouth.

                “No, not until I get to the bottom of who you are, and what you were doing hanging out with a bunch of wild animals.”

                Kollin shook his head. He had no response for the man, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to clearly communicate with him anyways.

                They dragged Kollin away when they received no answers, and placed him in a room for interrogation. After a week all they were able to get out of him other than growls, barks, and howls, was that his parents were dead.

                That was enough reason to place him in the orphanage, and as they dropped him off there they threatened to kill him if he even thought about doing something bad.

                In the orphanage, Kollin was given a place to sleep on the floor with thirty other boys. All of them were bigger and tougher than he was, and as soon as they got a look at his strange behavior they began to tease and bully him. He could expect to have his food stolen from him every day, and when he attempted to get it back, the people who ran the orphanage punished him. Along with being picked on, Kollin could hardly understand a word anyone spoke to him, and as a result people would get mad and punish him for not listening or responding.

                Eventually, Kollin got the gist of what everyone was trying to tell him, although he never spoke back. If he had to respond it was with a nod, a shake of the head, or he would ignore everything, and face the consequences that came with it.

                One particular day one of the people who had run the orphanage asked him to recite the rules, especially those pertaining to fighting as he had punched another boy for taking what little food they had been given that day.

                Kollin sat in silence, refusing to obey. That received him a slap in the face, and a whimper slipped out which Kollin quickly turned into a growl. The man simply smacked him again, harder this time because everyone there despised the canine-like noises he made.

                Kollin barked and grabbed the man’s arm, biting it hard. As blood began to seep out of the wound, Kollin blinked, slightly shocked that he had caused it. Then without warning, Kollin shot up, and ran out of the building, into the woods, and as far as he could from that village.

There you have it... I was told by someone that it was pretty depressing, which is actually good because that's the sort of tone I was shooting for, but what do you think? You should definitely comment on your thoughts!