Friday 30 December 2011

Aria's wings

Hi everyone!

Today I finished writing the scene where Aria gets her wings and in the description, I mentioned how her wings looked like suspended droplets of water. I'm not sure if this picture does justice to the idea I have in mind, but I think it comes close.


Originally, I had intended Aria's wings to simply be black with tips of blue but I think this is way cooler and more befitting of an Archangel yeah? It is almost impossible to imagine how something so fluid could be concrete enough for flight... but then again, this is fiction and everything is possible.

So, that aside, I will try to finish up Chapter 13 by this weekend and have it sent for editing. There are just two more scenes to be written, so it should be up sometime next month.

In the meantime, have a very happy 2012!!

Tuesday 20 December 2011

My readers are simply amazing

Hi all!

Ever since I submitted Chapter 12, I haven't gone on Lit to check the comments yet and so I was pleasantly surprised to see the number of comments and even more touched at what was said. Thank you all. 

I think there's sort of a debate going on as to Gaia's intentions and I think it could sway either ways. But whatever happens at the end of the Lore, I assure you that it does not end here. There are still other stories to be told. 

But for now, here's just a short paragraph of the starting of Chapter 13. It is still in progress and I still have chapter 12 to fully edit so hold your breaths for the meantime!

With Sona’s feather in her left fist and Aria’s wrist gripped tightly with her right hand, Gaia made her way down the long corridors, aware of the storming footsteps of the Metal Cardinal behind her. In her immortal state, Gaia’s senses were heightened and she could feel every vibration like a prick on her skin. Zilarrezko might not have been able to see her but she had no doubt that he could sense her as acutely as she could him.

Distracted by the chasing footsteps, Gaia almost collided with Lucian if she hadn’t sensed his worried and much lighter steps coming from her right. For a second, it annoyed her that she hadn’t sensed him but now that she had, Gaia couldn’t help but smile at the Light Ordinal’s signature mark –half afloat with his toes barely touching the ground.

Gaia allowed their paths to cross just because she could. 

Tuesday 6 December 2011

Writing/Posting update

I will submit chapter 12 by tonight. I've finally gotten the edits down although there is still some work on the first part of the chapter. However, I will still upload it so that the readers can enjoy the plot while I work out the kinks later on. :)
So it should be up on Lit in 72 hours!

Monday 28 November 2011

Lore of the Angels Chapter 12

Hi all!

My editor has gotten back to me and I'm currently working on the edits for Chapter 12. I'll update this post in a bit to put up the teaser of chapter 12 before submitting it to Lit.

Saturday 1 October 2011

Updates on Chapter 12

Hey guys, 


This is just to let you know that I've already finished Chapter 12 but both the editor and I are extremely busy till the end of this month so it won't be up on Lit just yet because the editing process hasn't even begun. 


Usually what happens is that any draft gets edited at least 2-3 times; mostly structural stuff but sometimes we do work on plot. For example, Chapter 8-9 had some plot reshuffling and addition; otherwise the story might have ended by then. 


But here is a short extract from Chapter 12. I played around with unstructured verse here so do pardon me if it isn't perfect. Remember, this is an unedited version so the final draft submitted might not even look the same. 

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Aria lingered silently in front of the elevator. Part of her wanted to rush downstairs to hug her siblings and let them know about her decision but the other part wanted to crawl back into the arms of her Archangel and cower in fright.
Aria had already made up her mind. She just needed more… time.
Gaia had made it seem so easy to take out the Snow Queen but Aria knew it was more than that. During the first year in the Cartel, Valkyries of all denominations were constantly reminded of their place: below the ranks of even the lowliest Angels. It was a daily mantra drilled into them to enforce obedience, loyalty and detachment from seeking anything more than monetary gain from their client Angels.
Immortality –was the root of all evil. Where wealth had the means to satisfy temporary hunger, the search for immortality was Man’s folly; a mortal’s quest since the day they lost it. The fountain of youth, the elixir of life and a great deal of other myths were created –legends amongst the mortals to sustain them through the first few centuries after the Fall of Gaia.
Such knowledge was perhaps best kept from the mortals; a secret guarded by the Angels, silenced by the Archangels.
Anarchy would ensue if the mortals knew that slaying and taking the wings of Angel would give them immortality. A feat that was easier said than done. How does one even kill an immortal?
Aria had a blade of grass and a Dark pearl and well… herself. She could wield a sword but she doubted that a sword was going to be enough to take down an Archangel. What had the Lore said about Archangels? Sure, it wasn’t exactly a ‘How to kill an Archangel for Dummies’ but it was a start.
If Zilarrezko had a copy –which she was sure he did –it would be in the library so that was where she went.
She wasn’t procrastinating she told herself. She was researching. Never mind if she had to pore over all six volumes of the Lore to find her answers. There was still time.
Her only surprise was that this particular set was written in embossed Metal. Aria had never seen such a copy before and as she traced each bump on the page, she couldn’t help but feel that they had been carefully written. The clean, cursive strokes showed excellent penmanship –a mark of a true scribe.
Though the content of the Lores were the same, every book had its own secret for the reader to unlock. It was an exercise of discovery; to find out which element it was composed of and how to reveal the contents on the seemingly blank parchments.
She had remembered her mother sprinkling salt all over their personal copy; revealing tiny watermarks that faded much too quickly. It was to train an absorbent mind, her mother had said; laughing as she watched her daughter dump the entire bowl of salt on the next page, hoping to keep the words visible long enough for her to read and remember.
Pushing the memories to the back of her mind, she began to look through the first volume, hoping to find something specific about the Archangels. There was still much that she didn’t know about them –how were they chosen? How did they know if they have reached Cardinal status and how could an Archangel die?
Aria was about to close the particular volume she was holding when she spotted the heading: The First Archangels.
They were born six sisters in all but blood
Of rivaled beauty, power and pride.
Stella’s midnight moonshine of quiet calm
Was greeted by Noor’s gentle light breaking dawn,
‘Till the noontide sun called forth Calida,
Her warm embrace buoyed Yukiko to play
Amidst the azured skies and roaring waves.
On sands with printless foot, watched Gaia;
Her steady, nurturing gaze over all
Quarries where Sona held fort over the mines.

The six reigned as Matriach of Angels,
To, ensure eternal peace and concord.
They were the first Cardinal Archangels;
Each born to be the compass of their clans,
To make sacrifices and tough choices;
The pillar of strength in uncertain times.

But they were not perfect.

Like the four directions, an Archangel’s
Position measures in relation to
Her Cardinals, Ordinals and Angels.
Acceptance of one’s weakness is one’s strength.
For amongst them, are those who See beyond
The Limits and understand the balance
Of an Elemental Equilibrium.

Aria frowned. Why did the Lore always narrate in such riddles? The subjectivity of the sentences left so much to individual interpretations.
Closing the book, Aria leaned back and sighed. But something nagged at her. What did the Lore mean by limits and how were they measured? Yuki, with her focus on purity –isolating that aspect within their element was certainly not ‘Seeing’ as the Lore puts it.
Contrary to Yuki’s beliefs, the oceans were not under her absolute control. The sun constantly warmed the surface currents, its Light illuminating the upper shelves of the sea while casting the abyss in complete Darkness. Closer to the Earth’s core was the bubbling amalgamation of Fire and Metal –in the form of molten iron– the source of gravity; rooting everything in its rightful place.
And yet for a Cardinal whose element covered three quarters of the world; sustaining countless lives and ecosystems –all she cared about was death.
And death –a mortal’s nemesis –was applicable to immortals too.
Aria frowned and re-read the last two sentences on the page, trying to confirm her hunch. Immortals shouldn’t be plagued by death and yet they could die as long as they were trapped within their limits. Then would the reverse be true? Could mortals who saw beyond these limits –whatever they might be –escape death?
Aria wasn’t sure. The Lores were after all written during the reign of immortals, back when Gaia had her wings…
“Gaia! Oh my god!” she gasped. Gaia knew what those limits were! She had been mortal for millennia and still hadn’t died.
Intending to resume reading later, Aria got up from her seat to search for Gaia. The Cardinal had given her a blade of grass for a reason. She knew something!
Aria spent the next hour searching for Gaia but the Cardinal was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, Aria took the elevator to the first floor.
It didn’t take long for her to spot the lavender winged Angel amidst the crowd. But it was the sight of her siblings laughing that made her stop to observe from afar. How long has it been since they had been in the company of other people? And when was the last time she saw the twins playing with other children or Angelo interacting with his peers?
Not since their parents died…
Then there was Kissa…experiencing her first crush –a wonderful time in a girl’s life –and Aria wasn’t going to take that away from her…
Her siblings were safe here.
“Cardinal?” Lucian had seen her. Aria tried to back away but he was faster. “Is there something wrong?”
“Lucian, you don’t have to call me Cardinal… I’m just Aria.”
Lucian’s lips thinned into a straight line. “We need to talk. I… well; I think we’d better go to my floor. The children will be fine.”
Aria hesitated, looking worriedly at her siblings.
“Angelo’s been training with me. Trust me; that boy has a solid kick. But as always, I am prepared. I’ve given each of them a communicator bracelet. It sends a signal straight to my own phone if anyone’s in distress.”
Aria wanted to remind him that he was Zilarrezko’s Ordinal and not hers but his initiative at adding an extra protection for her siblings made her shut her mouth –at least until they reached the elevator.
“Why are we going to your residence? Not afraid of getting your wings ripped off?”
“I like to live dangerously,” he said with a wink. Aria managed to snort in amusement. Lucian’s residence was on the ninety-fourth floor and as expected, it was a splash –of every color imaginable.
“You like? You could move in here you know instead of staying in the boring penthouse,” he teased.
Aria tried to remain solemn but she couldn’t help but smile. “You are such a flirt. Now out with the truth.”
“So that’s a no?” He made an exaggerated action of clutching his chest where his heart was.
“Lucian…”
He flashed her one last grin. “Okay, serious time.” Getting to his knees, the Light Angel looked up; lavender irises devoid of playfulness. “Archangel Zilarrezko has relinquished his bond with me… I am no longer his Ordinal…”
Aria’s response was to widen her eyes –shock and anger welling in those pools of black and blue. “This is a crucial time! He can’t just… I’ll go talk to him!”
“No! I mean… no, please wait.” Aria narrowed her eyes at him. “I am now yours… your Ordinal… or at least I want to be.”
“Oh Lucian…” Aria got down on her knees in front of him. “Don’t do this… you’re a gifted Angel. You should be with someone worthy of your services. I’m just a…”
“Cardinal,” he interrupted. “I am loyal only to you and will do everything in my power to protect you and your siblings.”
“Lucian… Is this what you really want? Or did he force this on you? Do you understand that I’m a mortal? I’m not even an Angel! I have no need for this hierarchy…”
“May I… speak freely?”
“Since when have you been restrained?” she arched an eyebrow at him. “Okay, speak.”
His lips curled flirtatiously. “You may not notice it but your siblings have been your Ordinals ever since you became a Cardinal –which I’m not sure when. Think about it –an Ordinal cannot go against his Cardinal’s direct orders and your siblings have stayed in their home regardless of what they feel because of this bond you have with them.”
“Oh really? Then why did Angelo leave the house when I told him not to?”
“Ah, he’s a pre-Cardinal isn’t he? And I think Kissa is close to that too. So he bends the rules a little. It happens. I mean look at Marcus…” Lucian paused to roll his eyes. “Well let’s not go there. He’s much too goody to ever disobey his Cardinal.”
Ignoring his chuckle, Aria frowned. “Wait… this Ordinal bond thing is not to the Archangel but to the Cardinal? That’s… well I mean that’s asking for mutiny.”
“Well, you can say that. Except that not all Cardinals are Archangels –if they ever survive under the reign of the current one that is. Archangel Iluna and Yuki are known to slaughter their brethren Cardinals… although Archangel Iluna is more lenient in that she allows her pre-Cardinals to live.”
“Oh god…” Aria covered her mouth with her hands. Yuki wasn’t just coming to kill her but possible annihilate her entire family –the last descendents of the Water Angels…
“Cardinal?” Lucian looked up with worried eyes. “You shouldn’t be afraid. I’m here… and Archangel Zilarrezko is too. He loves you, you know.”
Aria’s eyes flashed completely blue for a second before a warm blush crept up her cheek. Getting to her feet quickly, Aria looked down –trying to appear fearsome –and gave her first instructions. “Very well Lucian my Light Ordinal. Here are the rules. Firstly, I want you to be with my brothers and sisters at all times –even when they’re asleep.”
“That’s pushing it too far isn’t it Cardinal?”
“What is? I thought you can’t disobey me?”
“I didn’t say I can’t question you did I?”
Aria rolled her eyes. “Archangel Yuki’s going to want to kill us all… and I can’t keep an eye on the four of them at the same time.”
“Oh…” Lucian wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You should have a time table with him you know so he won’t keep you in bed all the time.”
“Lucian!” Her effort to stare him down failed because he was grinning like an excited child. “Now second rule… I’m quite ambivalent on this one…”
“Am I too pretty for you? Some Cardinals don’t like that.”
Aria had to laugh. Lucian was just too adorable. “Well, you are a pretty Angel… but you’ll darken with age won’t you?”
He made a face at her; sticking his tongue out. His reaction should have made her laugh but instead Aria felt sad. “I probably won’t get to see you when that happens… Valkyries don’t live past a hundred fifty…”
“I’m sorry… We tried you know…”
“Tried what?”                                                                                          
“To get you your wings. Archangel Zilarrezko flew to Japan to ask Yuki for you.”
“Yes, I know. It didn’t turn out well.”
“Actually… she came here to take a look at you.”
“Wait… are you saying that Archangel Yuki actually came here to help me?”
“I wouldn’t say she came to help…She likes to play games and she saw you as Archangel Zilarrezko’s weakness and planned to exploit it. I think she would have given you wings eventually but something changed her mind…”
Aria sighed. “She has a low opinion of the Water variety, Lucian. She only allows Snow Angels in her clan… and I am not one of them.”
“You created a storm inside the ICU… and you weren’t even conscious of it. That speaks of an amazing amount of latent power.”
Aria was stunned. “Are you sure?” Zilarrezko had said nothing about this incident! But then again… it shouldn’t matter. She had been adamant about remaining a mortal then hadn’t she?
“I wouldn’t lie to you Cardinal.”
Aria beamed at him. “You know Lucian… this thing we have is actually quite good. I mean, apart from the senseless flirting and teasing. I think we could actually be friends.” She smiled, gesturing him to get to his feet. “And you know what else?”
“Enlighten me.”
“As pretty as those lavender lashes and wings are, I know you’re a real warrior beneath the façade and so I trust you with my life…”
“As I trust you with mine.”
“And Lucian?”
“Yes?”
“Can you please just call me Aria?”
“No.”
Aria shook her head in amusement. All she needed to do now was to convince Zilarrezko to come to a compromise. But first, she needed to check something in the Lore… What kind of power does a Water Angel wield?
However, her thoughts were interrupted by violent knocks on Lucian’s front door.
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Thursday 29 September 2011

A sneak peak at Anthony and Julia's relationship

I actually wrote this a while back while I was having a block as to how to continue the story. It is actually to fit into the sequel; probably in the first chapter. I really enjoyed writing this little snippet, so here's just a look at the growing relationship between these two Ordinal Angels.

I called this scene: Preparing for a Date


Anthony battled with his reflection –he was dressed in a starched-pressed suit; fiery auburn hair back combed and curling slightly at his nape while his wings stretched out like blooming roses on his back –he didn’t like it one bit.
“Lucian, are you sure this is how Light Angels dress to impress?”
The self-declared style expert pursed his lips arrogantly.
“Anthony, my reputation is at stake here.”
“So is my dignity.”
“Yes, yes,” said the lavender Angel absently; hands busily adjusting Anthony’s tie. Stepping back, he beamed –a master reveling in his masterpiece.
“You’re staring…” the warning tone was a startling contrast to the sleek and demure exterior; a warrior domesticated.
Lashes the color of mulberries fluttered disapprovingly. “Going on a date…,” he paused, trying to think of an easier analogy for the Fire Ordinal to understand. “Ah, it’s like going to a long drawn out war. You must be well prepared which means you need to understand your enemy –play on her strengths and exploit her weaknesses to your advantage.”
Anthony scowled.
“No nasty faces!” A sharp tap on his shoulder. “Rule number one involves talking –and I don’t mean your usual one word per hour –but serious conversation. First you say something then she says something then you say something again and the cycle repeats. Understand?”
The instruction was so ridiculous that Anthony simply rolled his eyes in response.
That earned him another tap on the shoulder. “Never, never roll your eyes!”
Anthony couldn’t help it. It was a reflex to roll his eyes at the ludicrousness of the situation. That of course gave Lucian the opportunity to jab a finger at him.
“Julia might be drawn in by the whole cold, uninterested and mystical thing you’ve got going on, but if that is all you’ve got to offer her then I’ve got news for you Angel, you’re going to bore her.”
The sudden seriousness in which Lucian displayed reminded Anthony that laughter and pompous displays were just a mask for the Light Angel’s true strength and masculinity. This was the same Ordinal who had hacked an Archangel to bite sized pieces. (to be confirmed)
He deserved a respectful ear.
“Would you suggest me to be more like… you?” The thought didn’t appeal to Anthony.
Neither did it appeal to Lucian for he stuck out his tongue in disgust. “Even if you tried, you’d be like those cheap imitations on Canal Street –the only thing you can read from those ten bucks a watch is that it shouldn’t spell Rodex.”
The Fire Angel kept his insults at bay by focusing on the bouquet of –whatever the hell it was –and tried to imagine her reaction.
“Is it just the women or do Light Angels have an affinity for those?”
“You mean calla lilies?”
“I mean flowers in general.” But Anthony had mentally stored the name of the flower.
Lucian stared; obviously insulted and shocked. “Have you seen Vlinder’s wings? Seriously, that Angel puts all butterflies to shame.”
“And your point?” Anthony’s lips thinned.
“Color is the reason for our existence and vice versa. Light Angels love symbols and oddities –which is probably why she finds you fascinating. But my point is, you chose the flowers and she will like it.”
“Thank you for that commentary Lucian.” Anthony picked up the bouquet and took a whiff. It smelled –well, it smelled like how flowers should smell. He hadn’t bothered to inquire the name at the florist when the slender form of the silky white petals had screamed ‘Julia’ at him.
“Just remember, this isn’t the usual case of veni, vedi, vici. You have to want to prolong this courtship. Don’t just plunge right to the end –which I know you want to –but savor the moment, get to know each other beyond your roles as Ordinals.”
Anthony managed a smirk. For all his flamboyance, Lucian sure gave good advice.
“Thank you Lucian.”
“You should thank Archangel Aria instead. She’s the one who forced me to prime you for the big night.”
 The corners of his lips tugged into a smile. “I am now ready.”
***
The moment he stepped out of the elevator on Julia’s private floor, Anthony decided he wasn’t ready after all.
Where his own quarters were austere in their stark white furniture and naked walls, Julia’s was splashed in warm pastels; the combination almost eclectic but still daringly sensuous and inviting…
That dress.
It was all he could think about when she glided into his view.
Her curves were barely contained under the billowing white satin, with straps on the brink of snapping. But it was the exposed column of her back that drew his complete rapture –the dress appearing just above her tailbone.
“You look…” Bitable, he wanted to say but recalling Lucian’s words, stopped himself. “You might catch a cold in that dress.” Anthony decided practical words were the safest.
“I’m sure you know how to heat things up.”
Breathe, he told himself. “If necessary.”
Her laughter told him she enjoyed his discomfort. “Is that for me?”
Anthony looked down at his hands. The flowers! “Yes.”
The luminance in her eyes flickered with delight as she took the blooms, drawing in its scent and caressing her cheek against the tender petals. Anthony watched as she carefully placed it into a vase and gave the flowers one last decadent whiff.
“Are we flying?”
His view of her back was interrupted when she turned to face him. Julia must be insane if she thought he’d let her fly in that.
“No, I am driving.”
Hooking her hand under his arm, she looked up and smiled. Her Fire Angel was sharp to the point as always. It had always intrigued her to know what lay beneath his uncharacteristic layer of frost. Julia had seen his temper, even experienced a single searing kiss but beyond that?
What made this particular Fire Angel laugh or cry or show emotion for that matter? Did he find her as fascinating as she found him?
“Julia?” His voice sounded uncertain –even tensed. Julia found it adorable.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
She almost heard him sigh in relief. 

I know as readers you already have an image of how the characters look like, but I thought I'd just share the images that I use to roughly help me describe the characters. Sometimes of course pictures that I find are unsatisfactory so then imagination is my next best friend. 

Okay I forgot what's his name but I instantly thought of Anthony when i saw his face. Anthony has this no nonsense look to him; The kind that doesn't really talk much.

Then I did a haphazard Photoshop job to roughly show how 'fiery' his wings should look. Lol! Okay I'm sure I described him better than this picture.
In contrast, I found this lovely picture and knew instantly that it was perfect for a female Light Angel -either Julia or Noor. Of course both of them have almost white hair but it's the wings that I was getting at. 
Wings made entirely of Light -how miraculously beautiful. But facewise -no one jumped out at me.

So how about you? How do you imagine my characters to be like? 

Wednesday 28 September 2011

Lore of the Angels

At the beginning of time, the first creation had been Darkness and then there was Light. Fire was created to sustain light in the dark and Water was made to put it out. Finally, Earth was made and with it, Metal embedded deep within its soils.

Out of these were born winged creatures; each bearing a feature of their birth elements –some called them angels, others were called nymphs but only one was called Man and he was born out of Earth.

However, only the strongest of these creations were named Cardinals; better known as Archangels and they divided up the lands amongst themselves, often fighting for more territory and more power. 


[extract taken from Chapter 1]




An image of the Water Cardinal as how I see her. Taken from: 

http://www.jonathonart.com/siren.html



Inspiration

Hi all,

Many of you have asked me how I imagined my characters and where I got my inspiration from. My honest answer is that I bought a painting once from this site: http://www.jonathonart.com/

And ever since, I've used the paintings on his site to come up with an image and even ideas about how my characters looked like. As you scroll through his website, you will see that he has drawn scenes, mostly of females -some as angels, some as elemental mythical creatures and some as goddesses. It was from here that I thought about combining angels and elements and coming up with a story about Creation.

In chapter 12, I explained how the first 6 Archangels had all been female and their 'birth' would resonate with the following images:

Darkness



































Light




































Fire





































Water 
[In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm bias towards our water/ice characters. In fact the sequel (yay!) is written about them. So I have a few pictures here.]























These final two pictures are my favorites actually. You can see an amalgamation of both the Earth and Water elements here. So it could have been either.

Earth
























Metal

There weren't any paintings specifically done for this element and this got me thinking about the possibility of a Metal Angel. Thus the story was created. 




NB: All pictorial credits are to Jonathon Earl Bowser. Take a look at his other works if you have time. They always give a sense of inspiration and wonder for the mythical.