Nymeria has been taken. Micheal Doesn't Care.

Nymeria has been taken by Jonathon aka Fear. 

Micheal has not taken notice that she is gone. 

Anna has been killed. 

A lot of things have happened and I can not put all of that in here, so I put a big turning point, which is where Jonathon and Nymeria have a falling out and talk it out together about everything that has happened.

I am most likely going to kill Micheal and Mena has run away. 

My biggest inspiration had to have been Sarah since she helped me a lot, especially when I began freaking out over how large my chapter 5 was, and she helped me to break it over several chapters.

Excerpt;
       “I can’t be around you anymore,” I wasn’t thinking about the rain that was beating down and the long walk that could be to Micheal, wherever he was. I stormed out of tent, shaking my head. I couldn’t be around Jonathon. I loved him, he was my brother, and he knew that Anna was my best friend and knew how it would destroy me.
I could here Jonathon’s lumbering stature come after me. He pushed through the tent’s flaps. He stomped after me, sloshing through the mud that had been collecting outside, when it had begun to rain. 
“Stop, Jonathon,” I huffed. I turned around, standing there, in the rain. “I don’t want to look at your face,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes onto him. I hated him. I hated him so much. I wanted him dead.
“Nymeria, it is raining. Come back, please,” Jonathon’s voice was full of remorse. He was still coming after me as I continued to walk away, into the surrounding woods. “Nymeria Rosemary Veils, come back here,” his voice was stern. 
I did not want to be around him and I do not understand why it is taking him so long to understand that. I could make it on my own, or at least find Micheal, or someone who will help me?
Jonathon was moving faster, to catch up with me. His hands reached out, grabbing my shoulders. I jerked around, looking up at him. I pushed him away. 
“Stop, Jon,” I murmured, looking to the side. The wind hit me like the Northern winds did. It was cold, especially since it was raining.
“Do you think Micheal is coming to save you?” Jonathon’s voice was gruff as he gripped my shoulders tightly. 
“Yes.”
“You’re wrong. He didn’t give a shit when I took you away. He cared about himself and how he was going to save himself, from the battle. Right now, I am willing to be my weight in gold, that he’s still continuing his plans to take the South, instead of looking for you,” Jonathon was making a good point and my heart sunk. 
I looked down. The realization hit me hard and I didn’t know what to say. I was at a loss of words. 
Jonathon released my shoulders and let his heavy arms fall to his side. “I came to take you back home. I know you don’t like the North,” he was speaking more emotionally. “Jamie misses you and I miss you. Mother and Father even miss you,” he said with a weak chuckle. Everyone missed me, besides Madison. He leaned down, rubbing his thumb over the cut on my nose, sighing heavily. He was regretting all of his decisions in the past day, or so.
“I want to go home,” I said meekly before walking past Jonathon, back towards the tent. I heard Jonathon’s heavy boots follow behind me. 
“Everything has gotten worse in Ocean Villa,” Jonathon stated. 
I turned to him, looking up at him with a weary expression before sighing. “I’m too tired to think about that. Can you carry me back?” It was a childish request, but I didn’t care. 
Jonathon, without a word, scooped me up effortlessly. I didn’t weigh that much. He then proceeded to carrying me back, to the tent. He was quiet the whole time, looking forward as he lunged me back. 

The Beginning of the Journey South

I have started my character, Nymeria, journey South.

It has already started with several bad things happening. Not only is Micheal, Nymeria's husband injured, but Nymeria had to kill Micheal's horse, Mayhem. 

It was kind of hard to start this, but the slow starting journey of Daenerys' journey, in Game of Thrones is what I'm using for my inspiration, but I really don't want to kill Micheal to make Nymeria more cold.

But, let's see how this plays out. I tend to just let my characters move on their own. 

Excerpt:

         “Get up, Princess,” she pulled back the blanket, to reveal that I was completely bare. Her cheeks heated up, but then she turned away.

         “Where’s Micheal?” I mumbled, not feeling my husband next to me. Normally Anna didn't come in here when Micheal was in here, anyway.

         

         “Demanding that you get ready and come to him, immediately. I’ve already gotten scolded for not getting you out of bed,” Anna grumbled, but then finally pulled me, by herself, out of the bed with a soft grunt.

         “Fine. Fine…” I murmured, grabbing my clothes from the girl. It was a simple black undershirt and pants, with a fur-lined vest and a pair of thick, riding pants, which I slipped all on, then my boots. Greys and Blacks were so bland, so I added a red ribbon, that I tied my thick, curly locks back.

         “Come, Anna,” I mumbled, strolling along towards the door and made my way to the dinning hall, where everyone was eating. Micheal was staring straight at the doorway, like he was waiting for me. I swallowed hard before shaking my head. I don’t need to be scared of Micheal. A wolf is not scared of anything, I thought to myself as I approached the table.

         Micheal stood up, pulling out my chair and when I sat, he pushed my chair back towards the table like any, polite Gentleman.

         “Are you mad, Micheal?” My voice was quiet, but everyone could hear me, in the echoing chamber.

         “What gives you the idea?” Micheal looked up as he pushed a piece of meat, into his large mouth.

         “Well…” I started then looked up at Anna, who was shaking her head viciously and I sighed. “It’s nothing. It’ll be fine,” I muttered and begin nibbling at my food.

         Anna really did not want a fight to erupt since I didn’t like the fact that Micheal laid his hands on her, in a rough and aggressive way. Anna was a lady, not a slave.

The Deceitful Nymeria

Basically, what has been happening is there was a large(3 months or so) time skip from the day that Nymeria got tortured to what is happening now. 

I want to have Nymeria basically deceiving her husband, Micheal, to see her brother, because she know he's going to die since no one likes her brother ever since he sold his sister off to the Northern King.

My inspiration is the music playlist that I made for writing this book, which contains a few songs my Jaymes Young, which has been always a great inspiration.

Excerpt;

“How’s Micheal?” Magenta questioned, not seeing him around.

“He’s in the chamber of conference, talking to his war generals about his plans with the South,” I sounded a bit upset about it, but Magenta ignored the signs of how nervous I was about it and put up the bows and arrows that we were practicing with.

“Next, I should teach you how to shot on a moving horse,” Magenta chuckled and looked around. “People will fear you, if you can master that,” she purred in my ear.

“Later, Magenta,” I looked up at her, but that wasn’t enough to make her go away. I really did not want to see her, or any of the Kale family, even Micheal, but Magenta was not getting the idea to go away.

“But, come on, Nymeria,” she grinned, pulling on my arm, but I jerked away shaking, shaking my head.

“No,” I sighed, stepping backwards, just in case she tried reaching for my arm again. “I’m tired anyway,” that was a lie, but I didn’t care. I just turned away and walked back up to the castle, where Kaylyn, the mother, grabbed my attention, bringing me straight to the Chamber of Conference. The place that I had been avoiding all day. I rolled my eyes.



“Ah, here is my lovely wife. Say hello to Nymeria, everyone,” Micheal spoke loudly before turning towards me.

I wanted to hide within my fur-lined cloak, but that was no possible. I just walked over to Micheal, giving an awkward wave to everyone that was sitting around the table.

“Come, my darling. We are talking about how we are going to scale the wall and take the South,” he chuckled.

I took a seat next to him, on his right, with a quiet sigh. I really did not want to be here, but at this point, I had no choice. I needed to get used to this anyway.



“So, where were we? Oh! Getting past the great wall that divides this country,” Micheal mumbled on, thinking to him before I decided to perk up.

“Micheal, you know that wall is nearly impossible to get through, without signature of the King of that side. Remember, Jamie couldn’t get through with a written document of your knowledge that we were coming through?” I knew a few things about war and strategy.

“That is true. What about you? You’re a true Southern, you can get us through, right? Micheal asked.

“I guess, I could, but I don’t know if that’ll work since I no longer wear their symbol. I wear a Wolf, not a Bear,” I looked up at him, shrugging a bit.

“It’ll probably work, but if not, prepare for a fight,” Micheal added at the end.

Someone entered the room, coming directly to me, but Micheal did not seem to like that. He ripped the piece of parchment out of the messenger’s hand and growled.

“What is it, Micheal?” I asked, curiously before the paper was shoved at me.

“This concerns your brother,” he rolled his eyes.

I looked over it, carefully reading over every word before I stood up. I might have hated my brother, but this letter told me stories of how the city of Ocean Villa has turned against him and he may be soon assassinated and he needed his sister.

“Where are you going?” Micheal grabbed my arm and we stared into one another’s eyes.

“My brother needs my help,” I knew Micheal wouldn’t let me go.

He forced me back into my seat, shaking his head and muttering something underneath his breath.

My brother could hold out for a while till I can get a chance to slip away. I, of course, am not leaving without Micheal knowing. I’ll probably be going to war with him, fighting along side my wolfish husband.

“Thank the holy gods that Magenta has been teaching you to fight,” Micheal muttered before moving a few of the wolf pieces towards the wall, the biggest piece being Micheal and his army, but the other armies, from the North, were behind him. Micheal always fought on the front line.

“I believe, if I do ride with my husband, we would be able to get through. My brother is expecting me,” I looked up at Micheal, holding the paper up to him. It was a deceitful way to help my husband, just to see my brother, but it would have to work for now, till I can feel comfortable to tell him.

Setting

Is it bad when I don't focus on the setting?

I mean, I focus more around my characters, than anything.

I always fall head over heels for my characters, like my character Nymeria and her brother, King James. It's a struggle, for real.

But, if I had to describe my settings, it would be a lot like the layout of the UK, with the North being Scotland and Ireland being the "Land over the Ocean", which is where the Field People live, then the country would be divided in half with a lake and a wall, and beyond the wall, would be the South and both the North and the South have nothing in common.
It never snows, in the South. It's always 72 degrees, or above and the North, it rarely stops snowing and its always 32 degrees or below, mainly in the negatives. 

Nothing too fancy, since I focus more on my characters.

New Book Idea

Since Sarah is working with me, I have started something completely new and improved. 

It's sort of based around Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings. I am super excited about it, in all honesty. 

It's centered around a girl named Nymeria. 

She was sold off, by her brother, King James, to the King of the North as if she was a Peace Treaty between the North and the South. 

She fits in, in the North perfectly, unlike she did, in the South. 

I am having a lot easier time with this, since I don't have to follow many guidelines like I had to with my other stories. 

I don't have to be historically correct, or anything along those lines. 

Basically, my inspiration is Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings. 

I listen to a lot of instrumental music, which helps when I am in the groove of something. 

Sarah is the biggest help of all and I really appreciate all of her help. 

Excerpt;

          “My precious sister, you fit in perfectly,” he purred softly, walking over to me, stroking my hair, but the prince pulled me away, glaring at James. 
“Don’t touch her,” he murmured, “she isn’t precious to you, if you’re just giving her up.” He was going to take good care of me, since my brother didn’t much care for me.
“Oh, Northern Prince, you have no idea how much I love my sister. She is what is going to bring this country peace,” he spoke in a very low voice, as if he was trying to be intimidating, but nothing was working. 
“King James, I think you may need to leave,” the Northern King had stepped forward. He was the one, who had protected me from Fear, outside of the castle. His name was Robert. He had a husky voice and looked out for his people and his people only. 
My brother looked offended, but I just turned away. I felt like I was betraying my people, of the South, but they betrayed me. I was doing no wrong here. 
He was there, for a brief moment then Fear approached from behind and the guards around the room raised their hands, to their swords. Fear wasn’t supposed to be there. He was disobeying the King’s orders of not entering the castle. 
I stepped backwards, glaring at the large man, who was getting his King and directing him to leave. Fear and I made eye contact just before he left. The large man muttered something and it hit my ear just so that I knew he said something, but I could not make it out.
He was the sneaky bastard son of my father and needed to fall off the face of the earth and never bother me again. I would make sure of that, one day. He would fear me.

No more NaNoWriMo

I do not have the time to do NaNoWriMo. I have a new idea, though and I really want to focus my time and efforts in that and no bother with word count. 

My idea though is something along the lines that Sarah is writing. She is helping me create the worlds and the characters. 

She's like my nice, little editor. 

She tells me if something stupid and helps me enhance my story line. 

I really appreciate it.

The Struggle. Ugh.

The Struggle is so Real

Basically, I am struggling all of the relationships between my 4 main characters; Rosemary, Emily, Bruno, and Parker. 

I kind of want Bruno and Emily to end up together and I am already killing Rosemary off, later down the road. I mean, Emily is supposed to end up with Parker, but what if Parker is bad, just like the people that had burned down her home and Bruno ends up saving her from him?

Oh my goodness, there are so many things that I could do, in the end with all of this. I think Bruno and Emily are going to have a thing, for a while, then maybe I'll have Parker finally confess his feelings to Emily. 

I don't know. 

The Struggle, it is so real right now.

Even my normal inspiration of Jaymes Young and my in and out muse isn't even helping me. I am utterly stuck right now.

Preview for my presentation;

My characters, are for sure, going to be mentioned in my presentation, since that is what I put most of my time and effort in. I am not focused artist, so I found the actors and actresses that I could kill to have portray my characters in a movie. 

My inspirations and major story lines and plot twists will me mentioned as well. I might go a bit deeper in my plot, since a lot of people aren't following my story, so I need to get more than half of the class up to date on everything.
I have a book cover idea, which I am super excited about it. I love making my book covers and finding all of my characters for my presentation. 

But, here is a small excerpt of Bruno and Emily interacting with one another:

Bruno popped his collar, on his jacket, with a shake of his head. “Such a ruffian,” he commented before walking over to Emily and Rosemary with a flashing, charming smile. He nodded his head to Rosemary and shooed her off, so he could have some quality time with Emily, since he knew she was a bit of a closed and reserved girl and he really wanted to break her open and make her feel like the woman that she was.

Emily stepped back, but her back hit a wall. She was trapped. Bruno sighed softly and took the girl’s face into his hands. He knew that all of this was awkward. He stared at it, with a quiet intention before giving her forehead a gentle kiss. He couldn’t wait to have a piece of this. He thought Rosemary was great. Emily might even be better.

Emily really wanted to push Bruno off and run after Parker, but she knew Parker had no interest in her, even though she had just watched Parker attack, literally, knocking Bruno into chairs and breaking part of the table, because Parker did not want Bruno taking her innocence. She did not know what to do, but to pull slowly away and look up at him with a soft expression. 

“Emily, may I take you for a walk through town?” Bruno asked quietly, letting the girl step from him, knowing that she was uncomfortable with the closeness. He knew about Emily, very much about her, because of Rosemary. Rosemary had told Bruno most everything about Emily. Everything from the dark past that she harbored to how kind she was about most everyone. He felt close to her, even though they weren’t close at all.

Emily frowned a bit and looked up at Bruno. Their eyes met, Emily looked like she hated him, but honestly, she was just nervous. She did not want to go anywhere, but Bruno then insisted. 

“Fine,” the girl whispered. 

Bruno then wrapped an arm around Emily’s shoulder, in a possessive manner as he led the girl out of the Brothel and into the busy streets. Parker, who was still sulking around the area, watched them. Bruno rolled his eyes and glanced down at Emily. 

“Bruno,” her voice was quiet as she spoke. 

“Yes, Emily?” Something about Bruno’s voice held a light air about it, even though Emily was being serious. 

“Why are you doing this? Why did you, purposely, upset Parker?” Emily looked up at Bruno. She knew that Bruno had told Parker, out of spite and wanted to see the Irishman lose his temper and get kicked out of the brothel. It was sad, really. Emily thought they were best friends. They were business partners weren’t they?