So, I've been meaning to post this!
I've had a major block on all writing for funsies for a few years (non fiction college essay? I can bullshit one out no problem. How I can do this and not be able to write fantasy confounds me). I'm still rusty and my muse is a fickle little bastard but at least I'm writing again! Seriously though, I've missed writing.
Blood and Flames
“So you want the full truth… I imagine it was a cold and typically damp day in Fereldan. Malcom Hawke, the father of the Champion, had taken his eldest daughter out into the forest to practice magic.”
Varric’s chair creaked as he leaned back and reminisced with a chuckled. “Hawke once told me that Leandra wouldn’t let them practice anywhere near the house after she’d set Carver’s toys on fire. “ The woman standing across from Varric starred back at him, clearly not amused and so he continued on.
“Bethany was the family prodigy, everything Malcom taught, Bethany picked up with ease. It was not the same for Pandora. She was anything but gifted. Her magic came in violent bursts, usually with the previously mentioned toys or other things catching fire. Then days would pass where she showed no signs of magic. “Varric paused for a moment to study the seeker, attempting to read how she would respond to the rest of the story. ( Read moreCollapse )
This is just the epilogue.. I haven't any schedule for it, just taking it easy and enjoying the process again.