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What Hides In Their Hearts vs. Writer’s Block

Hello, yee reader of this post!

In case you haven’t heard, I have two books published (look for information on the first book I published “What Lies In The Dark” on the “published works” page, if this is news to you) which just so happen to be part of a four to five five book series that I am writing titled, Trials of Three.

Consequently, I am writing the series as I publish it. This means that the time between when books come out depends on how long it takes me to plot, write, revise, redo, rewrite, and polish the book. Last year, my two books were released within relatively close range of eachother at about only a five month time span in-between the two releases. That is a very short time span to write books, given the amount of things that have to be done to self-publish a short novella.

In that respect, I intend for the third book to be released sometime late July or early August this year. I realize that’s a larger amount of time in-between books than before, and before you go a’wondering if the longer wait can be blamed on lack of interest in the series, I shall explain it to you.

First of all, I haven’t lost interest in my series. So that small handful of people that are eagerly awaiting the next book (you know who you are) be concerned not. I have a plan. This is what happened:

I wanted to start work on the third book (which you now know has been dubbed “What Hides In Their Hearts”) immediately after I published the second, but I found myself in a bit of a writer’s rut. So I took a stepped back away from it for a bit to reassess my plot, characters, world, etc. and instead started work on the second draft of my novel.

However, my “short” hiatus has gone on for quite awhile (four months, really) and I need to get working on writing it or else my poor beta readers are going to be sorely rushed to do line edits. On that note, I could start writing today only that I’m still stuck on just one aspect of the book.

Where to start.

This book is planned to have a lot of material and, unlike my novel which has proven to always have a good starting point, I could present any number of things in the first chapter. All of them give the reader equally important information, which can all be given at any time in the book.

Now, what does this have to do with you, you ask?

Well, I need your help to get me out of this little pickle of a writer’s block, or else I might never start writing it, and that would just be a shame. Gavin, Brian, and Emuna still have a long way to go before their journey is over. Thus I have concocted an age-old way to solve disagreements.

* insert drumroll here *

A majority vote! Also known as a poll. Which you’ll find pleasantly located at the bottom of this post…somewhere. Once I get to putting it up. You can’t miss it… I hope. I dunno. I have to tinker with WordPress some.

Anyways, on this vote, there are basically four options to what you want to be contained in the first chapter of the book. You could either; find out what happened to Terminus, bring in a new main character, learn more about one of the main character’s past, or be shown more of the powers that Emuna and Brian have.

Of course, I realize those options are extremely vague. So if you want a bit more back story (assuming you know at least a little bit about the books here) here are a few short explanations of the poll options:

Find out what happened to Terminus: This one is kind of pretty self explanatory. Terminus was swallowed by a powerful form of Luze earlier on in book two, and I never explained entirely what occurred to him. This scenario would give you a glimpse into what, exactly, happened. Do note though that this option is not promising that I’m bringing Terminus back, merely that I am clarifying the technicalities behind his disappearance.

Bring in a new main character: Pretty simple, I guess. I intend to present a new main character early on in the book to add to character conflict and story morals. Also…said character is just awesome.

Learn more about one of the main character’s past: If you haven’t guessed, this book is slightly a bit more focused on the psychological aspects of my main characters. Due to that, I will be presenting a lot of new information about their past and some of the situations they have all gone through to make them who they are. Choosing this options means that I will have one of the characters ‘open up’ within the first chapter of the book. Note that if you choose this option I am going to put up another poll, asking which character you would like to hear about most. Depending on your choice, I may or may not use that as the character that talks about their past in the first chapter.

Be shown more of the powers that Emuna and Brian have: So, you’ve all seen a little bit of what luze can do, but I’ve been keeping it pretty vague as to exactly what extent of strength these two characters have in their whimsical powers. In this book, I will touch a little bit more on that (and a little more in the next book, too). Choosing this option will ensue that you will get to learn some more about luze within the first chapter.

Just in case you’re wondering, this poll will be opened until the end-ish of May/whenever I feel like I’ve gotten enough votes and choose to close it. There’s really no officially set date, but the sooner I’ve gotten a lot of votes the better. 😀

Well, I guess that’s pretty much it. So, help me out a bit, and vote on the poll, please? We can’t let writer’s block win this battle!

-Bethany Faith

P.S. Just for the record, this post ended up being way longer than I intended. Sorry about the lack of short, easy, readability there, folks.


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100 Theme Challenge: Day 9

Theme: Running Away

The Monster

A monster. It stared up at me through large, brown eyes. Fur covered its face and two canine teeth stuck out of its mouth. The pure white teeth stained with bright, red liquid. Tears welled in its eyes and made them glossy. It stared at me for a moment before the first droplet slipped from its eyes, ran down a strand of fur and fell down. The tear dropped into the water, rippling my own reflection.

I was the monster.

Shocked at my realization, I scrambled from the place where I kneeled at the pond’s edge. Quickly standing on two legs, though my appearance would suggest I should be walking on four.

I looked around for a moment at the serene forest. Everything was calm and peaceful as if it were all meant to be there. But me.

Then I turned into the thickest part of the forest where the darkest beasts stayed and I ran.


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What Lurks In The Forest; Chpt. 6

All righty, folks. Here is chapter six of the sequel to What Lies In The Dark, What Lurks In The Forest. It’s still only the second draft so there are some errors and I plan on revising it some before publishing, but this can just be a little teaser for now. 😉


“Do you know who I am?” whispered a voice.

Emuna could feel the speaker’s cold, wet breath on her neck, but she knew that if she were to turn around there would be nothing. There was nothing, it was all invisible. The tormentor, whoever he was, would not let her see him. She would never know the cause of her death.

“Do you know who I have killed?” the voice continued to taunt, this time in front of Emuna.

Tiredly, she forced herself to respond, “How would I know if I do not know what your face looks like? How am I to know you?” she took a few shallow breaths, “What is it that you want?”

A low chuckle and a strong, forceful punch to her ribs. Emuna let out a yelp as another bone snapped.

“What do I want? What do I want?” the voice said, the sound of footsteps on the floor echoed through the small, dark room as the interrogator continued to taunt and walk behind Emuna. “I want nothing you can give me…yet.”

What felt like a sharp fingernail ran down Emuna’s neck, she fought against it, but could not fight very much. Tied to the small chair in the room, fighting was useless and had proven as such.

The nail stopped halfway down Emuna’s neck. The voice made a slight hissing sound and a sharp pain shot through Emuna; she let out a scream as the nail pulled away.

Another chuckle of contented evil, “Scream as you wish. No one can hear you. Your friends have deserted you…or are dead.”

An unwarranted tear streamed down Emuna’s cheek as she attempted to catch her breath again. “They…would…not…leave me.” she gasped out. Her cheeks began to turn a bright red as she cried silently.

“Is that so? It does not appear that you believe that.” the voice continued its serenade of endless, heart-breaking taunts. “How may I prove to you that they have left? That you are hopeless. What does faith give you now but a longer death?”

Emuna let out a sob, “Please.” she said, “Just kill me and be done. I will not fight.”

“No.” the voice said flatly, “I have plans for you yet. You are no use to me dead. Though that does not mean you must be in any good condition.”

Again came the painful procedures of the many punches and kicks the invisible being would give Emuna.


Brian waited silently in the forest, listening for any sign of human life. The hut that had been the bane of his being for the past day stood in front of him. As he waited for David’s signal he felt his heartbeat rise and his breath quickly began to grow short.

The seconds passed by and Brian began to let his mind wander, his own battle already raging in his mind. War? Perhaps, but it is war for a reason not for revenge. It is war for Emuna. A reason worth war. But I do not wish to start a war, do I? No, I do not wish to start a war, nor will I. I shall simply go in, get her out quietly, and leave. We will decide what to do from-

Brian’s thoughts stopped when David came from behind him and crouched down next to him. “Are you ready, Master Brian?” David asked hesitantly, already knowing the boy’s answer.

Brian nodded, “Most certainly. Let us begin.”

David took in a deep breath and whispered a final prayer to Elah. Then he created a bright blue sword in his right hand and that was the signal.

Slowly at first, Brian began to creep out of the forest and towards the hut, attempting to stay in the most concealed corners possible. As he ran along he attempted to make his breathing shallow and quiet.

Soon, he reached the hut door. It was a wood door with two metal bars across the middle. The wood of the door seemed old and chipped and appeared to be decaying. Brian scrunched his nose up at the smell that resonated from it.

After doing a quick look around the area, Brian slowly slid the iron bars out of the door as quietly as possible. When the door was fully unlocked Brian took a deep breath, created a sword in his left hand and placed his right hand on the rusted, metal doorknob. He closed his eyes for a moment and heard his heart beating…once…twice…


“Weak child.” the voice taunted Emuna, floating around her weak form. “Where is your power now? When will the all-powerful deity save you? Did you not know that he would forsake you?”

Emuna’s breathing was small, almost impossible to hear or see. Every so often she would gasp as she felt the fingernail tracing the cut on her neck, but when the feeling stopped she would close her eyes and resume her semi-conscious state.

“Faith.” the voice scoffed, “Faith they call you. What faith do you have? Tell me you still have faith! Tell me-” the voice stopped its taunt and Emuna could hear and feel it breathing on her neck as it listened. “Footsteps.” the voice growled.

“One of your…guards.” Emuna breathed out, “Do you…fear…your own…men?”

“Shut up!” the voice screamed and, with a gush of wind, Emuna was unconscious.


Brian heard voices in the hut and quickly came to life. He swung the door open and rushed inside the dark hut. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the pitch blackness that greeted him. To the right of him, Brian heard a screeching sound – like the scream of a strange creature, an inhuman, heartless animal – and a loud gust of wind came along with a whispered word.


Brian’s eyes adjusted just as he started to hear Lupis rushing down the street. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the bound and tortured Emuna in front of him and he began to rush to her, but was suddenly stopped by a Lupi that clamped on his ankle. With a single slice of his sword, the animal was dead, but Brian did not have time to rest before he was attacked by another animal.

Brian fought the army of beasts for a few minutes until it became apparent that he would not be able to save Emuna today. He let out an angered yell as he stabbed a final beast in the heart and created an orb in his hand.

Brian threw the orb at the hut wall and fled through the opening he created. He met up with David and Gavin in the woods and rushed back to the caves, but he left his heart with Emuna in the dark hut.


When the three men reached the cave they were tired from running, but were glad to seem to have lost the army of creatures awhile back.

Brian walked into the cave, breathing heavily; he sat down on a nearby rock with his elbows resting on his knees and sweat wetting his brow. After catching his breath, he looked up at David, Gavin, and Maeve.

“I was close.” he said, “She was right there. She was in front of me.”

“We will try again, Master Brian.” David reassured, though the disappointment was clear in his voice. “We will not give up. You have my word.”

Brian looked down at the ground, “So close.”


Hope you enjoyed!

Bethany Faith

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Posted by on July 14, 2011 in Books, Chapters, Fantasy


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The Box

This is actually just a writing prompt that I thought came out really good for a fifteen minute play with words. So here it is. 😀


Emuna shook the box…she didn’t hear anything inside of it. “Hmm…” she looked at the box quizzically for a few seconds before hearing feet behind her. She swung around, fully expecting the man to come back for his box, but was thoroughly disappointed when it was just Gavin.

He noticed Emuna’s jumpiness immediately and he had to make a comment on it (after all, that is what makes Gavin…so utterly annoying), “Why are you so nervous today?”

“I am not!” Emuna snapped, “Where’s Brian?”

“Umm…I think he’s in his tent.” Emuna dashed towards Brian’s tent as he spoke, “Why?” he sat there with his hand pointing in the direction of the tent for a few seconds before shaking his head and brushing off her peculiar behavior. It was Brian’s problem now.


Brian was busy placing dishes on the table when Emuna dashed into the tent frightening him so much he managed to drop the glass dish he was holding, on the ground, “Oh! For the love of Ela-” he cut himself off and sighed as he began picking up the pieces of glass. He pricked himself with one and pulled his finger back quickly, “Ow.” he whispered under his breath.

Emuna didn’t seem to notice the chaos she had just caused and instead floated up to the table where she promptly started to rant, “Leave the dish, Brian.” she placed a box on the table as Brian stood up, a few pieces of broken glass still in his hands.

“Emuna, I have to clean this-”

“Yes, yes, I know.” she interrupted, “Look at this.” she gestured to the small cardboard box.

“A box?” he said slowly, staring at her precariously, “Mm-hmm…Emuna, I’m worried. Should we go talk to-”

“Don’t be worried!” she snapped, “Some strange man ran up to me while I was walking at the beach and handed me the box. He said in a deep scary voice, ‘Don’t open it.’ than ran away. Leaving me with the box. What do I do?!” she complained.

“Alright…” Brian starred at the box as he thought.

“Brian!” Emuna rushed.

“I’m thinking!”

“Well, think faster!”

“Fine! Fine! Fine! We should open it.”

“You think?”

“Well, we can’t very well keep it never knowing what’s inside…let me clean up this mess and we’ll sit down and open it. Just don’t…do anything.”

Emuna nodded and sat down a few feet away on a bed, holding the box. She watched as Brian busied himself cleaning up the broken dish.


Brian and Emuna sat across each other on the table, the box sat in the middle of them. “Who will open it?” Emuna whispered, her voice trembling with excitement and fear.

“I’ll do it…since he did instruct you not to open it…he didn’t say anything to me.”

Emuna nodded and starred wide-eyed as Brian slowly lifted the lid off the cardboard box. It took an agonizing long time for him to finish ever so carefully lifting up the lid. He finally got it off and placed it beside the box on the table. Than he grabbed the box and looked inside it. A frown crossed his face.


Bethany Faith


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Light Butterflies; Part 2

Well…I finally got around to this…took me all day, but I did it. 😀 Actually, this is quite short for something that took me all day to write, but oh well. Not like all writers don’t have the occasional story they find impossible to write. Anyways, here it is! And since you’re probably wondering. It was inspired by this photo. Perhaps, I’ll make this a tradition for every chapter…perhaps not. Either way, here you go:


“What now?”

Jeremiah scanned around the forest, never keeping his eyes in one spot for longer than a few seconds, as the two of them rode. He kept his right hand buried beneath his cloak and firmly grasping his sword hilt. His left hand held his reigns tightly. “What do you mean?” he whispered back.

“I mean…” Lucia lowered her head, her cloak still covering her long hair and teary green eyes. “Now that we have the book…what do we do? Where do we go?”

Jeremiah sighed, “How many times must I tell you? The forest in no place to speak of such things. Especially in the darkness of night.”

“It’s not that I’m trying to I just want to-” Lucia stopped talking upon hearing the sound of a twig snapping under some one’s foot. The two of them stopped their horses simultaneously as they strained to hear past the deafening silence of the forest. “Who?” Lucia whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I don’t know…”

A loud screech made Lucia and Jeremiah’s eardrums burn. They ducked and covered their ears. The large wings of a hawk swooped down and brushed against their backs before flying into a dark part of the forest. Jeremiah drew his sword. The metal echoed through the now silent forest.


“Shush!” Jeremiah cut Lucia’s words off, knowing the danger had not passed.

They sat in this silence for some times. Jeremiah’s sword never moving from the defensive position he held it in. The screech of the hawk broke the silence like a vase shattering to the ground. Lucia jumped and defensively ducked (causing the hood to fall off her head)…but Jeremiah stood sitting straight. He knew what was going on. This wasn’t good.

A grunt came from a bush a few feet away from Lucia. Faster than Jeremiah could think soldiers dressed in black cloaks and armed with sharp large swords started charging out of the dark forest. They began to closing in on the two riders.

Lucia sat on her horse shaking as the soldiers came towards her. She wasn’t made for this. She wasn’t a fighter. What was she doing here?

“Go!” Jeremiah’s voice snapped her out of her paralyzingly fear. She turned her neck to look at him, her hair swinging in the air from the sudden turn. A tear trickled down her cheek. “You have to run! Now! Please, Lucia! Go!”

She understood what he was saying, but she couldn’t move. Her hands shook and her legs felt stiff. She sat there on the horse, simply staring at him. Until something hit her in the arm. Hard. She felt the tickle of liquid running down her leg and the sudden want to faint. Faint and never wake up.

The last thing she heard before closing her eyes was a loud curse from Jeremiah and the singing of metal as his sword collided with another’s.

Jeremiah watched Lucia slump on her horse and lay over it’s neck just as a soldier reached him. He screamed something in another language and hit his sword against the soldier. They fought for a few seconds before Jeremiah got the upper hand was able to stab him. It wasn’t long until another soldier came towards him, he fought this one off with more ease than the last one. He turned and saw Lucia still slumped over her horse. A soldier heading her way. He would take the book. Jeremiah needed to do something.

He swung his left leg across his saddle and pushed himself off his horse, landing softly behind Lucia. He took in a breath than kicked the horse, yelling a command. The horse hurriedly started up a fast gallop. It quickly mowed through the soldiers, making them seem as if they where standing still. Once at full gallop the jet black horse spread out light gray wings. After Jeremiah gave another command the horse took to the skies, leaving the forest behind, and the army baffled.


I know…I didn’t present to you any new information, did I? Yes, well…that shall be found out later… For now, you’ll have to be satisfied that Lucia rides a Pegasus. 😀

Bethany Faith


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Chapter 13: So It Is Not Forgotten

Not sure how well you’ll follow this, but for a rough draft I thought this chapter was relatively good. It’s chapter 13 of the book I’m currently devoting almost all my free time to, What Lies In The Dark, and probably the chapter I was most excited about since I could pretty much run with the drama. Haha…did I mention I like drama? Anyways, sorry if this seems sort of sketchy since it’s just a draft. Quite a rough draft actually….hope you enjoy it despite! 😀


“We should be reaching a gorge any time now.” David announced as they traveled through an open plain.

The four of them had been walking all night. Emuna had complained about being tired and Brian complied to carrying her so she could get some sleep. Now the four of them walked in such a order; David took point, Brian walked a step or so behind him, carrying sleeping Emuna, and Gavin walked a few steps behind Brian.

“A gorge?” Gavin called to David wearily. The dragon’s words played in his mind once more and the wheels began to turn on how he would keep Emuna from passing.

“Yes, it is called Letum Incipia, or Death’s Beginning in your language.” David said as he realized a sort of dip in the ground up ahead. The rising sun barely managed to provide enough light for him to catch it.

“Sounds lovely…” Gavin mumbled.

David stopped and turned around to face Brian, Gavin, and sleeping Emuna. “The sun is rising and I can see the gorge up ahead, I think we should stop and rest for the day. We will continue our journey upon nightfall.”

“In this open plain?” Brian said, looking around at the open ground that required no coverage for them. “We can be seen for miles.”

David smiled. “Indeed, if there where anyone to see us. I believe today we will have no problem with our enemies. Elah Shaddaih scared them off for a day. Unless one of us calls our enemy back they will not return until tomorrow. Around the time we will be reaching Elah’s plain.”

“Alright.” Brian said. He kneeled down carefully and laid Emuna on the ground. She let out a small whimper and turned on her side, covering her face with her hands and pulling her knees up to her stomach. “We should find food and make a fire. Who would like to find the food?” he took Emuna’s bow and arrow off his shoulder and held it out in the air.

“I will!” Gavin jumped grabbing the bow and quiver full of arrows out of Brian’s loose grip.

Brian raised an eyebrow and Gavin, but didn’t object aloud. “Very well, Gavin. Try over there.” he pointed a five minutes walk away to a patch of trees where Gavin could see them, but not be seen. “We shan’t be able to scare the animals at that distance.” Gavin nodded and sprinted towards the patch of trees.


Brian, David, and Emuna sat around the fire. Gavin had not returned from his hunting yet and it was well into the afternoon. Emuna had woken up a few minutes after Brian and David had finished making the fire, which was made much easier by Emuna’s white cordial. Now they three of them sat there quietly each wondering the same thing. Where was Gavin?

Finally, Brian broke the silence. “I’m going to go get that egotistical narcissist.” He got up off the ground and wiped off the few pieces of grass that had stuck to his pants.

“Very well, Sir Brian. Be back in fifteen minutes or we’ll assume a search party.” David said, throwing a piece of wood in the fire they had made.

Brian nodded than smiled at Emuna before turning and heading towards the patch of trees Gavin had disappeared behind a few hours ago.


Gavin had reached the patch of trees fairly quickly. He turned back for a second to see the other three one last time. Brian was pouring a drop of water over the ground, David was gathering fire wood, and Emuna still slept on the ground. He wondered for a second what he was doing and why he was doing it, but he quickly pushed the thoughts aside. I’m doing this. Besides not like they treat me any better. He probably could’ve thought of several times when Brian and Emuna had, in fact, treated him better, but he did not.

Gavin took a photo of his three companions in his mind than ducked behind the trees, rendering himself invisible to the other three. When he saw no one he sat down under a tree and placed his hands in the position to use his power. He slowly focused on creating an orb. The same fiery pain that had surged through his hands before came again, stronger this time. He set his jaw and focused on the small light being created above his hands.

Gavin wasn’t entirely sure how long he had sat there staring at the white orb (could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours) when it melted away and he looked up to see Terminus standing behind a tree, concealed well by some shadows. Beside him stood a short man, not unlike the one Emuma had killed, with five daggers strapped to his belt and a bow and quiver swung around his back.

“We await our order, General Gavin.” the stout man said.

“General?” Gavin asked, looking up from the man to Terminus. Standing up so he was eye level with him.

“Yes, you shall be general. Though, I shall still refer to you as Gavin and nothing else. I do not stoop to formal names.” Terminus said, his expression remaining emotionless. “We have an army waiting. When do you think is the best time to attack and kill them?”

Gavin’s eyes widened. “Kill them? You didn’t say you would kill them!” he snapped.

“Watch your tone boy!” Terminus barked back. “I did not tell you because I knew you would be too weak. I was protecting you, but protect you I can no longer. You have five minutes to tell me when the best time is or I will assume my massacre in fifteen. Now, answer me. when is the best time to attack?”

“I….uhh…” Gavin was dumbfounded, it hadn’t really hit him until now that he would be killing David, Brian, and Emuna and he most certainly hadn’t noticed that he actually did (in a very uncharacteristic way) consider them to be his friends. Perhaps, his only friends. The realization that he had possibly just signed his friend’s death sentences struck him like a dagger in the heart. He felt his hands go cold and his face turn white as words left him. He had to do something…but he couldn’t think of anything that could be done in time. They would all die because of him and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

A strong hand slapped Gavin hard across the cheek, leaving a red mark where it had hit. Gavin blinked back a few involuntary tears and forced himself to look up at Terminus. “I said answer me boy!”

Thoughts raced through Gavin’s mind. He had to respond. The only two options he had; he could save himself or die trying to save them. For the first time he was torn between his own well being and the well being of others. He lowered his gaze from Terminus and starred at the sword on Terminus’ side. “How long?”

“How long what?” Terminus said, his voice dripping with rage.

“How long have I been here?…if I have been gone for longer than two hours they will be wondering where I am and be unsuspecting of the danger that is upon them.”

“Three hours.”

“Than in fifteen minutes is the best time to attack.” came Gavin’s solemn reply as he felt tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

“Good man.” Terminus said, than turned back to the man behind him and spoke rapidly in another language. The man said something incoherent back to Terminus, bowed, and left the patch of trees, being sure to leave so he would end up on a side that Gavin’s friends could not see. Terminus than turned back to Gavin.


Brian’s breath caught in his throat, he had just watched as Gavin had given Terminus the okay to kill them all. Now he stood and watched as Gavin stood in front of Terminus, silence filling around them. Brian wanted to kill, stab, and slap Gavin all at once, but he knew he had more priorities than revenge. Starting with warning Emuna. So he got up from the tree he was hiding behind, his foot slipped on a rock and he tripped and almost fell, had it not been for a branch he caught. The branch broke. It fell to the ground with a thud.

“Someone is here.” Terminus growled, drawing his sword.

Brian gave up on the stealthy and smooth approach and opted for the run and scream method. He sprinted out from the tree he was hiding behind, just barely missing the blade of Terminus’ sword as it swung to decapitate him.

“Gavin! Let’s go now!” Brian said, even after this boy had practically just murdered him he had to at least try to save him. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but he felt as if it was necessary.

“Don’t go with him, Gavin! We must prepare the army!” Terminus scolded as he re-sheathed his sword and made a signal with his hands into the sky.

Gavin thought for a second between the panicked Brian and the murderous Terminus. Than nodded to Brian whom preceded to dash out of the trees to warn the others, Gavin close behind him.


Emuna and David stood up as they saw the two boys rushing towards them. Brian seemed worried and all of the color had left Gavin’s face. For a second Emuna thought she saw, shame. Perhaps remorse, even, on the boy’s face.

Brian reached them first, stopping beside Emuna. He didn’t speak for a few seconds to catch his breath, “Terminus is coming. With an entire army. We have to go.”

“My father?….How did he…” Emuna’s voice trailed off as everything suddenly fit together in her mind. It was as if she had been working on a puzzle and the last piece had finally clicked into place. She saw the full picture. “You evil brute Gavin!” she screamed, “How could you?! Now we’re…we’re…” once again her voice sunk to a whisper. She turned to David. “What’s going to happen to us?”

David’s face showed the answer to her question before he spoke it. “It’s impossible to run from Terminus’ army…we would need something to keep him here for a few minutes until we can cross the gorge.”

Emuna lowered her eyes. This was it. She was going to die. The knowledge that this journey would end in her death had lingered in her mind since she had been kidnapped at the cave. She just had wished that she would have more hope of survival when it came down to this.

“I’ll stay.” Brian suddenly said. Everyone turned to look at him. Gavin’s face showed the most amount of surprise. “I can keep him here for at least three minutes before they finish me off. Do you think you can get Emuna out of harms way in that time lapse, David?”


“Are you in the upmost certainty of this? I want her gone before I swing my last blow.” David nodded, his facial expression changing from surprise to respect. Without warning he bowed to Brian.

“Of course, Master Brian. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

Brian would’ve spoken words of gratitude as well had the sound of clanking metal not reached his ears. The four of them turned to see an army running at full pace towards them.

“Brian…” Emuna pleaded, the tone in her voice begging him to stay, to think of something else he could do. Anything but this. She couldn’t stand the thought (and even less the actual event) of Brian dying.

Brian tore his gaze from the army to look at Emuna, her brown eyes were on the verge of spilling over with her bright tears. Every few seconds her lip would quiver as she bit back sobs. “You have to go. Now.” he whispered to her urgently pushing her towards David gently, but she didn’t move. She refused to take her eyes off Brian. “It’ll be fine.” he whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She let out a small sob as he softly turned her around and nudged her towards David.

His hand slipped from her shoulder as she reached the side of the other man. “We must make haste, Miss Emuna, the army is almost upon us.” Emuna nodded to David as he grasped her hand (half in comfort and half to coax her to come along with him) and sprinted towards the gorge.

Gavin stood looking at Brian for a second longer. Wondering why he would give himself for him. For a traitor. Brian looked him in the eye one final time. I forgive you, Gavin of Realta.

With that Gavin turned and rushed to catch up with Emuna and David. Turning behind one more time as he reached the gorge, only to see Brian covered by the blur of Terminus’ army. He muttered a single sentence under his breath, though he knew Brian could not hear him.

“Thank you.”


My bad if the end seemed a little sappy…I’ll probably revise that later. Thanks for reading!

Bethany Faith


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One Moment

Before you read I have one thing to say….dark forests are my second favorite place to set a scene. 😀 Caves being a really close first. Anyways, carry on.


Amora sat under a tree curled up in a tight ball. Tears trickled down he rosy red cheeks and her breaths came in deep, solemn, sobs. Her whole world seemed to be caving in. Everything she knew was a lie. All that she trusted had proven itself useless and the rock she had built herself on had proven to be sand.
So she cane here, to the forest that had always been her refuge, and wept. Sue cried for a such a long time she wondered if she would ever stop.

The events that brought her here crashing into her mind, breaking her like a rock thrown at a glass window. And the rocks wouldn’t stop raining down. They collided hard and harder against her heart, shattering it to the point of no repair.

“Amora, my child, why do you weep?” came the gentle voice she had been told to hate.

The voice’s words had always soothed her. They where a light in an endless cave. A warm blanket on a cold winter night. A soft touch to the weeping shoulder. They settled in her ears like a hummingbird would settle on a branch.

She had been told this was the voice of a deceiver. A thief. The voice was not to be listened to. She was told to run from the words. The words she yearned for and dreamed of at night. The words she cried for in moments of pain. What she had been told was a lie.

“I weep because….I am lost with no one to lead me. I have no one to trust.” she managed to cry out. “I weep because if I was just better…at…at everything. If I was just….if I just wasn’t me! I would’ve been spared this pain…I beg you…I wish not to be me….this is why I weep.”
Her words fell to the ground like hail. They echoed off the silent forest and taunted her with the chant, “Weep, weep, weep.”

She sat in silence for a moment waiting for hear the voice…but she never did.

When she didn’t she buried her head into her knees and let out a long, teary, scream.
She cursed the voice for no responding, she cursed herself for thinking she could trust the voice to respond. Most of all she cursed the entire planet and every living being in it for not being her. For not knowing what she was going though or the emotional turmoil that managed to cover her in a world of darkness and pain. Loads and loads of pain. Day and night. Hour and year. She could escape many things, but not this world that haunted her.

“Look up.” the voice spoke. A slight breeze almost creating the illusion that the speaker was whispering in her ear.

She looked up. A black forest. Gleams of moonlight staining the air as they streamed through the tree canopy to touch the ground.

“Do you see the sunshine?”

“Right.” she scoffed. “Because the whole world is filled with sunshine.”

“The forest is…”

Suddenly, the strands of moonlight began to merge together. After a few minutes of pulsing as one the formed a still picture, several, actually.

There was one of her as a young girl singing to a bird to calm it as she healed it’s wing. Another of her when she was older shooting her first arrow, it landed in the middle of the target. One more, no longer than year ago (when she was sixteen), she sat next to her adopted sister as she lay dying from illness. This picture moved. Amora heard the words her sister had spoken clear as day once again.

“You are a great healer, fighter, and musician. Promise me you will never forget that.”

As silent tears streamed down Amora’s face the picture faded and the moon beams went back to their previous positions,

“Would you trade being you, being all these things, because of one moment of despair?”

As gently and kindly as the words were spoken they still pierced Amora’s heart like a dagger.
She was too distressed to speak. All she managed was a shake of her head. But that was enough. A sudden warmth wrapped around her pale body and she felt as if a gentle kissed had been lay on her forehead. She took in a deep breath and the very air seemed to soothe her soul.

She sat looking at the beams of light and letting the warmth cover her for a few minutes before the voice spoke again,

“Promise me you will come to me when you are in peril.”

“I promise.”

“Than I shall promise you I will always be here.”


Bethany Faith


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