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Kalikapsychosis - " All I see is 6 billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out....Cos they don't want 'em anymore. I'm Crazy? Honey, I'm the original one eyed chicklet in the Kingdom of the blind, cos at least I admit the world makes me nuts." - Glory

Excerpt - Book Four

March 11th 2010 03:15
Andretta's stomach was twisted in excitement and fear. Never had she felt like this - body wrenching from the inside out, sweat trembling on the surface of her skin, heart pounding and breath rasping.

This, she thought, This is what LIVING feels like!

In all her young years, exploring Goldenstone's plains, living with the Wolfen in their icy mountains, never had she found enough adventure to truly satisfy her. The life of the court and village was more than dull, and how disappionted she had been when she found Goldenstone's outer reaches not much better. Areyemathea had taken her often to the Crystal Peaks, and as thrilling as they were to fly over, one could only fly over them so many times before knowing every sharp wind and dark cavern. The viewing screens had interested her, but what good was viewing action on a screen? She wanted life pumping through her blood, anxiety and fear.

She was barely seven yans old when she had realized, to sate this thirst in her, she must do as her mother had, and take to the sea.

She did not take the tranquil and lovely waters of the Iris sea however. It just seemed so tame to her. Instead, she took the ever enraged Turmac sea. In her mother's tradition, she had taken only few supplies, carried on her person, and a tiny rowboat.

The sea voyage itself had been exhilerating - rain whipping into her face and waves threatening to overturn her at every stroke. She knew that this was the territory of Sharneeshi's son. So vast were the serpents, they had to inhabit opposite sides of the ocean. No one had ever met the shy Sharneesho, but a few times when it seemed she must capsize, she felt what seemed to be a steadying arm. Andretta had always been friend to all dragons, and even if he was too shy to say hello, Andretta appreciated his support.

Now she rowed fiercely into the canal that had appeared in the high land mass. The Circumference Miridian that Areyemathea had warned her about had been passed as if it did not exist. She had told her there would be fierce magnetic fields both negative and positive, as if repelling and attracting at the same time. If dragons wished to cross it, they must watch the air, if humans, they must watch the water. Observe closely the waves, the spray, the small eddies. Row straight, but once within the Miridian one must flow the currents or be rent apart by the magnetic forces. Still, then, only by Om's will could one cross and live.

Andretta had experienced none of it, only stormy rain and great waves. Now, as she drew her boat into the canal, the air and water seemed calmer. There was TwiSun's warm light on the cliff face. She took a moment to look up - the cliffs were impressive, a light brown rock such as she had never seen.

This is Areyemathea's home! She thought.

She rowed on down the canal for some time before the edges of the rock faces on either side began to sheer downward. Little did she know, if denizens living on either side had noticed her, they would have been afraid. As none could cross the Circumference Miridian without pain, thus could none cross the canals. Divisia was carefully balanced.

To her left, the cliffs were sloping into warm grass, high trees and deep forest. To her right was also forest, but dark, twisted, gnarled. As if it were not alive, but completely dead. Though she was strong and capable, she chose to bank on the left. Something about the forest on the right was completely unnerving.

In one small place the ground sloped right into the river. She plowed hard towards it, beaching the nose of her tiny boat. Nimbly, she leapt to the ground over the prow, stumbling a little after being at sea for so long. It had been......About 15 days. She had only survived by the bottle of EverWater given her by Ethan, the Castle wizard. One sip was enough to saturate the body for days. She was very hungry though, her small supply of bread and biscuits and dried fruit long since eaten.

Head spin under control, she pulled her boat up a ways. There was no water mark, so she could safely assume that there was no flooding or tide, and her boat would be safe.

She quickly rearranged her cloak, checked her boot for her dagger, and set off into the forest. The trees were closely spaced, and there was a type of canopy above. Hanging vines of some great plant twined around the branches, not to strangle, but to love. It was obvious that all the vegetation survived on an intertwined eco system.

She headed in roughly a straight line from the canal, walking slowly. To her left the forest seemed to thin, to her right, to thicken so greatly it seemed she would have trouble getting through it. She maintained her current course and speed, looking for something that might be food.

Occasionally she glanced up, looking for dragons. Surely, they would be here. It was Areyamathea's birthplace.

After walking for some time she noticed that the thin shafts of light filtering through the canopy had disappeared. Glancing up, she saw thick clouds, and it soon started a heavy, insistant downpour. The rain was icy and steady, and though her thick black cloak was mostly weather proof, it could not stand up to the steady driving of the water, and soon she was soaked through and cold. She angled right, into the thicker forest, seeking shelter.

Pushing thick vines out of her way and only managing to get more wet and cold, she began to curse softly. Though not too worried about getting sick, she was now incredibly uncomfortable. The roomy, warm halls of castle Goldenstone suddenly seemed very inviting. Her boots were even filling with water. She held close the teachings of the Wolfen - When cold and caught in bad weather, one must keep moving until suitable shelter was found. Keep the body warm, blood pumping, and you had a chance at survival.

Beginning to despair of ever finding shelter she suddenly spied what seemed to be a large rock under a tree with broad leaves. It might give her enough shelter for a small fire. She angled towards it.

Her heart fluttered and thumped angrily against her breast bone as the rock seemed to move. She stopped, watching, and it moved again. Not just moved, but shuffled. She moved closer.

No rock, but a dragon. He was small, so not a royal dragon. Areyemathea was a giant, capable of holding any human in her enormous claw. Andretta herself had slept in Areyeamathea's outstreched claw as if it were a large, soft bed. The dragon Queen had explained that only first, therefore royal dragons were this size, all their offspring were smaller, more human sized. This dragon out bulked her to be sure, but was only a little bigger than her. If she rode on his back, her feet would trail as if she rode a small pony. He was the soft brown rock of the cliffs, but with and orange red glow. His scales were impossibly shiny, like all the dragons she knew. The shuffling she had seen was his wings - though sheltered under the flat leaf tree, he had one wing up over his head to ward of intermittant drips.

She paced forward a little, making deliberate noise. She surprised him mid yawn, and he jumped, large green reptile eyes widening as he saw her. She smiled, and gave the human to dragon greeting of fingertip to forehead, and a low bow.

"I greet thee well, friend dragon. I am Andretta of Goldenstone Castle, daughter of Allistair the King, and Alexondra the Saviour. I come from a land far over the sea, where I am well known to your matriarch, the Queen Areyemathea"

The dragon simply stared, mouth slightly open, for so long, she wondered if he were simple in some way. His forked tongue explored the side of his lip, as his eyes looked her over. She frowned at his rudeness. He coughed, took a breath and recovered himself. His voice was deep as all dragon voices, but somehow lighter, as if he were very young.

" I greet thee well, friend...Human. Andretta. I am known as Chilon, Defender of the Light. What brings you to our divided land?"

Her frown deepened. Not only had he screwed up the official greeting, he hadnt bowed or used her title. Was he simply inexplicably rude, or completely mentally deficient? She reminded herself she was in a foriegn land, which may well have different customs. He had tried to emulate the greeting, at least. She smiled, which had thus far been universal in garnering good will.

" I come for adventure, friend Chilon. But at this time, my thirst for adventure seems to have grown bigger than I can handle. Do you know of an inn perhaps, where I might get dry and warm?"

He seemed truly uncomfortable now. "Not on this continent, no, there is no inn or human dwelling like what you seek. I would offer to fly you to my own quaters in Dragon Hill, But...."

"But?"

He sighed, "My dear" and his vioce held a friendly warmth now, " I can tell immediately you are stranger to these lands. Humans are forbidden on dragon continent as they are on that of serpents, unicorns and harpies. The very purpose of Divisia is that it is divided and with good reason. If you had met any dragon save myself, they may not have been so welcoming. You are obviously......Civilized, and well spoken, which our own humans are not. They are primitive animals here, and known as such"

Her frown had grown into a hostile glare. Humans? Animals?

"I do not seek to anger you, fine lady. Quite the contrary, I have spent my whole life time searching for a human such as you! I remember Queen Areyemathea, and am happy that she lives well in the foriegn land of the Golden Stone. I envy her obvious relation with humans, as here it is forbidden on pain of unbalancing all our delicate lives. I myself am actually here, so close to the border, in hope of catching sight of a human. Sometimes they cross over to hunt here, only a few at a time, and very irregularly. I am what I suppose you would call.....A loner?" He smiled that wide dragon smile, eyes lighting up.

She smiled back. It was hard not to. "I too, am a loner Chilon. To my knowledge none but myself has ever come here from my land"

"Oh, they did once," He said, almost breathlessly, "Only enas after we were created here the tribal humans would paddle boats down the canal, brave the Circumference Miridian and go to Goldenstone for trade. With your civilization there, you can make things they cannot. Likewise, with their savage nature and raw materials, they had things of value to your people"

"I remember such stories" she said simply, suddenly very aware of icy water sliding down her back bone, soaking her underclothes, "But Chilon, my new friend, I am cold, and wet, and needing warmth and shelter. Is there no where near I could be a guest tonight?"

He shook his head "In Dragon Hill you would find no comfort, neither in Scenta, if you could even get there. This rain will not last over long, and tonight we can make a warm camp here. I should relish the opportunity to speak with a human who can not only converse intelligently, but is educated! For now dear lady, would you share my wings?"

She grinned and rushed forward, huddling next to his warm body. Dragons always seemed to give off so much heat! She crouched by his shoulder, hand resting on warm smooth scales, as he flung a wing protectively over her. Instantly she was warmer, drier, and infinitely more comfortable. She had forgotten how it felt to shelter under a dragon's wing.
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Excerpt - Book Five

March 10th 2010 01:53
The sounds of revelry faded away behind Stag as he walked from the castle. He had taken the seldom used tunnel under the moat which came out in the woods behind the castle. After all these years, from his ancestors to now, it had never been discovered why Goldenstone castle was so well defended. Certainly, it had never been attacked. All her previous rulers had never questioned it, it was, simply, the way things were. She had been built that way. Perhaps it was because he, himself, had some knowledge of war. Perhaps it was because he, himself, had had to penetrate these very walls.

Despite himself, he grinned. So, She had come under attack, at least once. No matter that it had been her ruling king, and she had welcomed him....

He turned back, just a little, to view the bright lights of the castle. Every window was lit up. He could hear the singing and dancing, and the louder pounding which seemed to shake the castle walls. Dragons dancing. It was the biggest celebration Goldenstone had ever seen.

It was a kingmaking.

In the tradition of his ancestors, he had stepped down. All of his line were immortal, in a sense, and when they had handed their crown over to a new ruler, they had begun to fade. A few had not, and had remained about the continent, but for the most part, it was the way. He had undertaken his path not for tradition, but because he wanted to fade.

He had chosen his only remaining son, Lir. With his Queen Annette he had had many children, but each and every one - save Lir - had backed her in the civil war. How his sweet and loving wife had turned the entire kingdom against him for the sake of jealousy he was still trying to figure out. He would never forget the shocking moment of seeing his own troops moving against him, with Annette riding at their head in full battle armour. He could have ended it on the first day, as he commanded the peoples hearts and the dragons, but he had not wanted to kill anyone. That had changed so quickly, when Annette had publicly announced that Alexondra had returned for only one reason - that she was Kalla, and sought to resurrect the cult.

He had never used the term 'simple' to describe any of his people. But when they ate that up, even after years of knowing that it was Alexondra who had vanquished the cult and all other evil, he had begun to think of them as little more than sheep. She was their saviour, a living goddess, and on the word of a mortal they declared her traitor. Half the young village men took up pitchforks and rode with her army.

He turned from the castle and began to walk towards the roaring of the Turmac sea. Where the Iris bay was a turquise calm, the Turmac sea was always bitter cold, raging and dark slate blue. His boots soon found sand, and he wandered down the beach to sit in the sand.

It was time.

For so long, he had not allowed him to think of this. The sacrifice.

He looked up to his left. The turmac cliffs were visible as a bulk that blocked out the stars and deep blue night sky. It was there that they had been trapped, he and Alexondra, his love. Because of his deep revulsion of killing anyone they had fled like fugitives, aiming for the far plains or savage Wolf Mountains. Though Alexondra had protested, he had said, for her, he would leave the monarchy to Annette.

She had known what he had not - Annette would never stop. It was not power she craved, but the love of her husband. And that, she could never have. That had been Alexondra's since forever.

They had been herded like animals. Two supremely magical beings herded by man and horse and spear. Riding at the head, his Queen Annette had pushed them towards the cliff egde. She screamed at him to give up the Red Witch, and all would be well. Stag was trying to parley - any who had seen the red witch could not doubt that she was dead now, Alexondra her own self, but Annette was mad with rage. His army turned to her cause by her fervent will.

He remembered seeing the dragons, trying to get to him in time. The sudden surprise on Annette's face......And he turned to look.....

Only in time to see the love of his soul plunge off the edge of the Turmac cliffs. She had sacrificed herself to prove she was not Kalla. To give him back his throne.

A high keening rose out of his throat, and he buried his head in his hands and began to cry hot tears. Hadnt she known? He didnt want the damn throne. Never had. Had his ancestors over the past hundred years asked him? Had they thought of his will when they made their perfect ruler? Sometimes he was so angry, he railed at Om herself, who had wrought this mess, that if they had been made to love each other, why rent them apart?

Tears ran down his face as he remembered. His daughter, Andretta had arrived, merely pushing through the soldiers as if they werent there. He had seen Annette look at her in disgust. Andretta had wrapped him in loving arms. And with wings he had never known she had, Andretta had flown him down the cliff to see his Alexondra, her mother.

The dragons had arrived soon after, and steeled by the sight of his Hind's lifeless body, he had risen with Queen Areyamathea to reclaim his land. He was terrible that day, killing any who opposed him.

Annette and his children had been publicly executed. All but Lir, who had sent him secret messages and stayed loyal to him throughout the entire war.

He had assumed that Andretta would bring her mother's body back to the castle for a royal funeral. But they had not returned. He had sent out search parties, but both Andretta and his Hind had vanished without a trace. Even Areamathea's magical screens showed him nothing. She had come up with fancy reasons for that, but he hadnt cared.

Within enas he was done with governing. He made preparations for Lir to be king, and now, was done with it. He just wanted to fade, like his father had, like his mother had.......

He lay back on the sand and slept.





When Stag awoke it was light. A soft, grey light, not yet even dawn twilight. His lower body felt heavy, as if his legs were asleep. He sat up and looked down at the pressing, unnatural weight.

A small cry of disbelief escaped him. His eyes flung wide. He had never been more awake.

It was she! She lay on his lap as if she had materialized from the sea and curled up on his lap like a great cat.....Her broad shoulders lay across his thigh, her slender face in his lap. The red hair was wild and bright as ever, the magical emerald eyes closed in deep and restful sleep. Her long body stretched out beside him, dressed in that same savaged peasant's dress she'd worn for years.

He touched her cheek. "Alexondra...." And her eyes opened. She wriggled and laughed and smiled up at him.

"How?" It came out half cry, half sob. Her face softened, she threw her strong arms around him. "Oh my love," She whispered against him, "Oh my poor love..." She drew back, "I wanted to come to you, and tell you, but there was no time. Andretta woke me, and we have been far, and fought hard. If I could have sent word to you. ..."

He grasped her cheek, shook his head. "It doesnt matter. You're here. Really here. And Im never letting you go again." They kissed fiercely.

He pulled back smiling his old Stag smile. Ready for adventure. "Perhaps now, we shall see the savage plains then?"

She frowned. "Goldenstone needs you. You are her true leader"

"I have crowned my son. We are free"

She looked at the sand. "Those such as us are never free" It was almost bitter.

"Hind, my love, speak to me"

She smiled at the use of her old name. "There is no reason to fear my love. We will be together. Your son may rule as long as Om will let him, but it is you she wants on the throne. And I have come to be your Queen"
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FREE

March 8th 2010 02:02
Freedom beakons,
through trilling notes,
the mind finds release,
as spirit flies,
and body remains a prision.

Soft vioces,
caress soul,
light the way,
for feet to tread,
swiftly, lightly, running....

Seeking release,
more than mere body,
can give
seeking high hills,
built in spirit/mind.

As soul spirit flies,
mind works,
and body runs,
elements come together,
crux of eternal fire.

The body is poised,
the spirit is calm.
will and mind bend as one
reaching to grasp the freedom.....
It beakons, "Come".
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Areyamathea speaks....

March 4th 2010 03:32
There were no such days in Goldenstone such as her early days.

Human and dragon worked side by side to build the village - I and my companions, Aryia and Moccon. Though both were of my eggs and Amythest's seed, they were partnered. Things on Omecka do not work as they do on other planets, though, I have knowledge that on other planets royal lines intermarry to preserve the royal blood. We did nothing so different here, although the lines were much closer together. We trusted in Om


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Whats to be done with Tilly?

February 26th 2010 00:54
Id like to say upfront that I know absolutely very little about marine animals.

Having said that, I am an animal trainer. I have trained budgies and cockatiels to do tricks, train and break horses, trained dogs and even to an extent, cats


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This Week

February 24th 2010 00:06
This weeks been a tough one.

On Monday I was once again bouyed with hope at the sight of rural properties increasing. There was one that looked promising, and it was even more so when I spoke to the agent, who seemed excited to hear from me. Love polite agents


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Xiara's Words

February 18th 2010 03:11
I was not born, I was made.

I am the Queen of GoldenStone. I am Choice


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When Kman told me he'd seen a news article about AVATAR creating depression in its worldwide audiences, my ears pricked up. Last night I did a little research and yep, its widespread. All you need to do is google 'avatar movie' and you will find not just articles, but forums to which you can post and get support from other depressed Pandorans.

I'd like to ask the Orble community what they think, and post some of my own thoughts


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Little Dorian

February 10th 2010 01:26
Well, this is a goodbye post for my little Gray baby, the Dorian Gray.

It was remarkably sudden. Yesterday his small cage was brought in next to Xena the Warrior Sparrow and when I left for work he was happily waving his wings and chirping. Mum and Kman affirm that when they left to pick me up from work he was fine and fed, but when I got home the poor baby was dead on the floor of his cage


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Milestones

February 9th 2010 00:18
Its funny how as you get older, you think you're done with milestones, revelations, all those big jumps. All the better to take you by surprise, I guess.

Milestone one would be finding this property, so perfectly suited to our needs. I'm experienced in finding rental properties, so believe me, I know, looking good on paper doesnt always translate to actually liveable. However, Ive got an inspection planned and if it doesnt pan out, I have hope for the future


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