Wakela’s World

Ok. I have decided that I really don’t like Blogger that much. You are really limited to what you can do with it. I have heard a lot of great things about WordPress. So I am heading over there. I already have a domain set up. I will be importing all of my previous posts so you won’t miss anything. The only thing left to do over there is set up the way it looks. I don’t have the time right now to do that since I have to leave for work. I will play with that once I get home.

The new domain is www.wakela.com/. A nice easy one to remember. I hope you will all still read me over on that site.

Smoky green haze filled the air. She was at it again. Syltenia was convinced that there was a secret faerie world. She was convinced that if she found the right potion, she would be able to access it. All of the other witches were tired of her incessant stirring up crazy concoctions in her cauldron.

Her cauldron had been in her family for centuries. Her great grandmother swore that she had mistakenly mixed up a batch of potion that granted her entrance to the faerie realm. The rest of the community thought she had gone mad. No one believed in faeries anymore. It was believed that the faeries had became extinct during the Great Witch-Dragon wars over a millenium ago.

So here Syltenia sat, stirring away at the cauldron day in and day out. She was practically shunned by the rest of the community. The aweful smells and horrible smoke was always eminating from her little cottage.

Yet, she knew that this cauldron would once again be the birth of the Faerie Land potion. Each day, should would experiment with this and that. She would through in a little eye of newt or maybe a little lizard liver. Each time, it would be just a little different. She carefully measured. She faithfully wrote every thing down. Her cauldron was always stewing up some foul mess.

Finally, Samhain was upon the land again. It was a magickal time. It was on this day, that she stumbled on the right combination as her great grandmother had done years ago. Finally she would prove to everyone that the faeries were no longer extinct.

That day, she felt renewed with confidence. Her hands snatched bottles off of her shelf with very little thought. She stirred the potion with care all the while humming a little tune that she couldn’t get out of her head.

She sampled a little of the concotion out of her cauldron. Her eyes started to go in and out of focus. She felt like the room was spinning. Finally when things settled back down again, she was shocked to see a tiny little faerie sitting on the edge of her cauldron. It was the most beautiful creature that she had ever laid eyes upon.

The faerie let her know that since she had been trying all of these years without giving up, they had decided to help her out. They whispered in her ear the ingredients. They hummed the song in her ear. They wanted to make themselves known to her.

The faeries lived all around her. They were everywhere. However, they had been hidden from everyone’s view.

The faeries felt that it was time to show themselves again. So they told her to take her potion and bake up some pumpkin bread with it. There was to be a big festival tonight ending in a huge samhain ritual.

That afternoon while everyone was setting up for the festival, she carefully concealed the pumpkin bread that was laid out for the festival. In its place, she put out the faerie pumpkin bread that she lovingly baked. She then whisked herself home to prepare herself for tonights festivities.

That evening, the party had started. People were out in the streets dressed in their holiday best. They were dancing to the music. They were eating the food that was laid out. They were chatting away having a merry time. It started to happen so suddenly. People started complaining of being dizzy. Once the dizziness stopped, the gasps of amazement started. It wasn’t until everyone had eaten from the faerie pumpkin bread that the true festival started.

The faeries had their own spread of food set out. They had their own music playing. The entire witch community was now able to see them. They all now believed because one witch and her cauldron refused to give up.

This story was written for Halloween can inspire your cauldron.

I could have killed him. He was supposed to have been here an hour ago. Where the hell was he? He could just go rot in hell for keeping me waiting. Today of all days.

So here I sit, under the beech tree just waiting for Conrad to show up. The breeze is so gentle. The leaves are talking to me in that soft rustle. Clouds lazily paint the sky white.

So he’s late again. Should I really be so surprised? I would think not. I might as well just sit back and enjoy the afternoon.

Hearing a strange crunching sound, I bolt up to a standing position. “How dare you be late and then sneak up on me?”

“Well, Jen you were the one that decided to doze off,” Conrad stated as he gave me his lopsided grin. “Are you ready for my surprise?”

He knew that I was more then ready. He had been hinting at this surprise for over a month. He just loves to keep me in suspense. We had been dating now for three years. The only thing predictable about him was the he was always late. Other then that, I never knew what he was up to.

Today was our anniversary. The past two years, he pretty much forgot about our anniversaries. He had promised me something special this year.

He led me down to the lake. There was a picnic all set up. This was definitely not like him. He never did anything romantic like this.

We sat down on the blanket. There was tons of food to be eaten. He also brought this delightful watermelon wine from this little place we found on our last vacation. It was called The Key West Winery. The watermelon wine tastes just like watermelon Jolly Ranchers. He knows thats my favorite.

After we ate, we laid back on the blanket staring up at the clouds. We could see bears, dragons, angels, and castles up in the fluffy white.

Suddenly a plane came through and wrecked the peacefulness of the sky. I noticed that it started spiraling this way and that. Puffy white trails were coming out of it. It was sky writing. Oh how wonderful! I hadn’t seen someone do that in years. I laid there trying to decipher what it was writing. By the time he finished with the question mark, I was in tears.

Conrad had paid them to write his proposal in the heavens for me. He knew how much I loved the sky and the clouds. I could barely squeak out a yes. It was the most perfect day of all.

Its time for me to start warming up the brain cells that have been laying dormant for so long. Next month, they will be running a marathon. It is time for the annual NaNoWriMo. That is the National Novel Writing Month. I heard about it for the first time in 2005. The last few years unfortunate incidences arose that prevented me from taking part. In 2005, we were hit by a hurricane and were without electricty for most of the month. Last year, my mom was extremely ill and was needing to be taken care of. This year, I told everyone that they aren’t allowed any disasters. I want to take part in it.

So I am going to have to start warming up the brain cells if I am going to be able to write a novel in one month. Heck, half the time I never complete stories that I have already started.

I figured that if I have a time limit, then I will have more chances of completing it.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and defeated. “I just don’t think there is a way to stave off the attack.” Marcus had finally given up. This was something entirely new to him. He had never before admitted defeat. However, even he realized that he was no match for the orc attackers.

Sofia gingerly placed her hand upon his shoulder. She knew that this was difficult for him to deal with. The lives of their town depended on this. They could not allow the orcs to take over.

There has to be a way out of this. There must be something that he over looked. He could not disappoint his family this way. Terror drove him. His little Chelsea needed a loving stable home to grow up in. The orcs would make sure that they lived in fear the rest of their lives if they even survived the attacks.

Krystae came pounding on the door. “Let me in. I think I figured out a way.”

Krystae was the elderly crone of the village. She had known many magicks that no longer existed in their lives. The villagers felt that magick was a thing of the past. There were new and better ways to live their lives. They turned their back on the old ways. The old gods and goddesses were long forgotten.

It was this very magick that Krystae felt could save the village. “I found a chant to the great goddess Sankara. This chant will call her forth. She will protect us for we are her children.”

“You dare talk of hope and promise of survival, yet you mention the old ways. Dare not speak of those any more. They are useless and archaic. They will not help us win this battle.” Marcus turned away from her in disgust.

“Turn your back on me you shall, but you will see that my hut and those who come with me shall survive. I will allow anyone who wants to come back to the old ways to return with me. We shall prepare for the coming of Sankara. You will see. She will protect those of us who have not turned our backs on her.” Krystae slammed the door on her way out of the hut.

Chelsea was heard whimpering in the corner. “Papa, Sankara came to me last night in a dream. She said that we are her children and we are being tested. Please papa. Please let us pray to her for our protection.”

I found an interesting writing prompt online. It gives you the setting, the first few words of your story, and several more words that you must use in your story. You then give yourself 10 minutes to write.

Setting: at a resort
Starting phrase for story: Nice guys
Four words you must include in your story: quest, lopsided, drag, and poem

Nice guys seem to be a rare species. Stephanie and I decided that we were no longer going to wait for them to show up on our doorsteps. We made it our quest to go in search of them ourselves.

We thought long and hard as to where we wanted to search. We were both very stressed out from our jobs. It had become a total drag. So we decided to go stay at a luxurious resort so that we can be pampered as we plotted how to best locate these nice guys we kept hearing about.
Our flight left around nine in the morning. It was a peaceful time. Just knowing that we had two weeks off from work seemed to relax us immensely. We reached our destination in the late afternoon.

Stepping outside, we were at once greeted by tropical breezes. The palm trees were swaying in the breeze. The resort had sent a driver to pick us up. He was a cheerful fellow with a lopsided grin. He chatted feverishly about local sites on our leisurely drive.

The resort was much more grandiose then I ever imagined. Our room had an ocean front view. The rooms were immense. We had booked a suite. We each had a separate room with an adjoining sitting room. The rooms had king sized beds and their own bathrooms complete with jacuzzi bathtubs.

The first place we decided to go was for a late lunch. The resort boasted one of the islands best restaurants. I threw on a peach-colored sun dress and some strappy sandals. The Maitre De sat us immediately at a table for four. All of the smaller tables were taken.

That is when I first spotted him. He was waiting with a friend to be seated. His hair was the color of milk chocolate. His eyes were alit with the fire of his soul. His smile radiated warmth across the room. He looked up from his friend and his smoldering gaze seemed to reach into the depths of my heart. He motioned to the Maitre De and spoke briefly. Then he sauntered over to our table. He introduced himself as Malcolm.

Well, the ten minutes went by really fast. Maybe I will continue with this story later.

I found an interesting site tonight. Its called One Word. The site gives you a word at the top of the page and you have 60 seconds to write about that word. Tonight I got the word going. Below is what I ended up writing about it.

When you are going you are constantly in motion. Motion prevents the mind, body and spirit from stagnating. Therefore, we must continue going. It doesn’t matter where, but don’t stay still.

Waking up with the hopes of new changes
Seeing the dreariness of times ahead
Never changing
Always same
Floating through the motions
Like a ghostly apparition
Sun rising to burn off the fog
Brightens up the dark shadows of the mind
Spotlights on insanity
Highlighting the way
Never knowing where you have been
Never knowing where you are going
Endless misery

Teetering on the brink of madness
Winds of life sweeping me over the edge
Falling deeper into the chasm
Wrapping myself up in the cold blanket of the abyss
Darkness envelopes my heart
Emptiness runs through my veins
Plummeting towards the bottom
The ground rushing up on me
Only to look over and see the edge of another cliff
Waiting for the next wind to start it all again

Well, I woke up early this morning and got a little bit more writing done on the story. And I finally decided on the name for the story. Here it is. Let me know what you think of it.

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Eirik reached out his hand to assist this stranger onto her feet. He pointed to himself and said Eirik in the hopes that she understood it was his name. He said his name again slowly so she could hear the pronunciation. He wasnt sure how different her language was from him.

He was assured that she understood when she smiled, pointed to herself and said Wakela. At least he now knew his new companions name. It was definitely an interesting sounding name. He could not wait to find out more about her. However, upon looking at her poor horse, he felt his heart sink. He knew that his curiosity would not be fulfilled anytime soon. Her horse was still weary from whatever had spurred her to leave her homeland. He would have to lead her back slowly.

She wasnt sure why he led her to his horse when Eoli was a perfectly fine steed. She was sure the Eoli would be jealous of her riding another horse. However, when she glanced over at the horse, it looked almost relieved. Maybe she had pushed it hard earlier. All she knew is that she needed to get as far away from Nymiste as possible.

Eirik had chosen to walk leading the horses while she rode on his massive stallion. She was thankful that he allowed her this, as she was much still much too exhausted. As they woke, Eirik started singing in his native tongue. She did not understand the words, but the sounds and tones intrigued her.

Worry and doubt crept into her. How could she survive in a land where no one spoke her language? How could she accomplish the basics of life? She wasnt sure, but she felt as if Eirik would be there to help her in whatever she chose.

They slowly ambled onward, passing many groves of trees along the way. Each one was more exotic to Wakela then the next. She wanted to ask him to stop so that she could sample the fruits from each, but she wasnt sure how for long they had to ride. Nor did she know what time of the day it was.

As they strolled on top of a hill that looked like many they had already passed, she saw the little village tucked away down below. It reminded her of Nymiste so very much. This brought a tear to her eye. She could hear the laughter of children. The smells of many meals being cooked in various homes had reached her nose.

Eirik had stopped to marvel at his little village with a smile. He had turned to tell Wakela the name of his village when he caught sight of the tears rolling down her cheek. Had she lived in a place similar to this? If so, what forced her to leave? He could not see any reason why anyone would want to leave an idyllic place such as this. His heart was saddened to see her crying. He grew doubtful that he could help her.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the village. He softly spoke one word. Haraeg. She knew that this was the name of his town instantly. She held her hands up to her heart and said Nymiste. He was sure that was the name of her town.

He slowly led the horses down the path towards Haraeg. Many children ran to greet him only to stop quickly upon sight of the stranger. Krystae was the only elf that they had ever known. Wakela had elfin features. However, she was very different then Krystae.

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Future installments will be posted as I write them.