Back to work

I'm a terrible blogger. So sue me. Anyway! I'm back at the blog and the novel. With some help, I know what I want to add. So most of the people who have been aorund me while I am writing know that I will just randomly ask questions that have nothing to do with anything currently going on. This is normal. For me at least. This lets me bounce ideas off people, get ideas from other people, make my ideas better, you get the picture. Recently I took a trip down to Irvine for a National Federation of the Blind convention. No I am not blind. I went with my girlfriend, Ashley (who is also not blind) and two members of our chapter (Yes, they're blind). We took busses and trains. On the last train ride, back to Sacramento, we met a feller named Robert. While I was writing I felt the urge to ask him to give me a name of a place. I was anticipating a made-up name. He instead gives me two perfectly normal English words: Glass and Alley. I was slightly frustrated at first. But with their help, we created a very cool concept I can't wait to use. Except it'll be another couple books until I can use it. But its was a good idea anyway!


So if ever I'm writing near you and I ask you a random question, don't ask me why I asked it. And you might just wind up in my book. I know its not the greatest honor, but its the best I can do, ok? Anyway. On with the story:

When all had been gathered the Guardians rose and spoke to the gathered mages. they spoke of their communion with the Elements. The stir casued was no small event. The voices of the crowd and Guardians rose and intertwined so much that not one voice could be distinguished. And a wind blew through all assembled. So fierce was the wind that only it could be heard. When all were silent, Air grew still and silent. There were none now who doubted the veracity of the Guardian's proclamation.

The Guardians called for a cessation of the warring. Immediate and without condition was their uncontested demand. There were none who would oppose the peace. Many grumbled, but more still cheered at the prospect of a lack of magical warfare. Sects were formed instead by those present. It was a reunion for many who had been parted by sides. And for a number a chance to meet those similar to themselves. Men and women of power for once collected their knowledge instead of hoarding and guarding their possessions. There came a time of pooling and the exploring the art of magecraft. Abilities were honed and refined. New mages were found and taught. The Guardians had averted annihilation.

Uncontent still were those mages who considered themselves superior. They would not deign to consort with what they considered lesser mages. They would not share their secrets. They would not share power. They harbored malice for those who had sought to bring them so low...