city of mist coverrWhew!

So, we are just over halfway through with Nanowrimo, and I am a bit behind on word count.  why is it that as soon as you have a goal to meet, everything breaks loose in life and clogs up the plan?

Seriously, I was on a roll to complete early….then life happened:(

Anyway, I am officially at 21,517 words….on my way toward 50,000…with only 12 days remaining….ugh!

That means I will need to write 2,374 words each day for the rest of November to meet my goal…. [Que the cheering section!] Needless to say, this all has put a crimp in my blogging schedule – only so much time in the day!

So I thought I would pop in and  post a bit of what I am in the process of writing.  Keep in mind that this is unedited barf on the page so to speak.  For Nano writers, it is all about getting it on the page, not about editing along the way – that comes later.

so here it is!  I hope you enjoy it and makes you want to read more 🙂

City of Mist: the awakening – Light Bearers series – book 1

Dawn burst over the horizon, pink and gold, as beautiful of a morning as I had ever experienced. I stood on the mountain plateau with the rest of those who came to welcome the travelers, waiting just past the city gates, hand held firmly in my mother’s. She smiled down at me, and her eyes said to be patient, to calm my restless fidgeting. I willed my mind to still. The steps we were taught to calm our restless spirits I practiced in my mind. Over and over I drew in slow cleansing breathes, and released them again, but to no avail. I was so excited to be a part of the welcoming, and the anticipation drew all the wiggles and giggles deep within me to the surface.
I glanced around at the gathering and spotted Mairwen. She stood just a few elders over from where I fidgeted, eager anticipation shining like a light upon her face. She saw me and smiled. This is what we have been waiting for; to begin our lives as light bearers. Our training began here, on the edge of the city, welcoming those who had gone before us. Those who traveled to bring light; hope to a saddened and weary world.
I remembered that they had left at the last new moon. A time, my father said, that is safest for the travelers. I didn’t understand at the time, but when questioned, he simply smiled and said that I would learn all the answers when my training began.

“My angel,” he teased. “If I explained all of that to you now, then you would have no need of the training.”
“Yes!” My eager face lit with excitement “I am ready father. Tell me the secrets, and I will go with the next group.”’
My father chuckled and placed a finger under my chin. Then raising my face towards his he said, “I know that you are anxious, but the training involves more than just knowledge.” Then his expression became serious. He placed his hand upon my heart and said, “It prepares your heart, and your soul for the endurance and strength that is required for the task.”

It did not make sense to me then, but I let it lie, questions still swirling through my mind. Now as I stood on the plateau and studied the faces of the elders around me, I saw the seriousness. Yet too it was peaceful scene; serene. I felt then, a surge of energy, as though a current flowed through the crowd of souls, a knowing current. As one, their posture straightened, and faces rose to the approaching sun; waiting.
Then I saw them.
At first it was only a few dark silhouettes, back-lit by the emerging sunrise. But as they moved closer I saw many more, trudging steadily up the side of the mountain and over the horizon. Their faces came eerily into focus, weary and beaten, and I saw within them an immense anguish. Their eyes spoke of extreme hardship, and I heard – no felt, my mother’s despairing sigh.
Mother was a healer. A soul meant to bring restoration and wholeness to those in need. She had once told me that her first experience as a traveler was more than she could bear. I questioned her at the time what she meant, but she did not go into detail as she claimed that she did not want my thoughts jaded before I had a chance to learn and experience for myself, my purpose; what I was made for. But I saw the fear and sadness in her eyes.
Now, looking up, I saw the pain from the approaching throng reflected in her eyes; those eyes that most often held nothing but love, kindness, and compassion, were now pools of sorrow. My eyes returned to the approaching travelers drawing nearer with each weary step. There was a certain sadness in their gate, the steps of one with nothing left to give. A walk of the condemned, the forgotten, and the abused. They carried within them the sorrow of the world, and its burden bore down as though a heavy blanket lay upon them, and it would be their end.
The first elder stepped forward from his place; a soul from our city, come to guide the travelers back home. Back to a place of healing and love, of power and joy. They would need it now, I was told they always did. Their journeys took so much, required everything they had and more. Now, seeing all of their faces, I wondered at the logic of it all.
The soul’s journey had never made much sense to me. We were happy. We had everything that one could ever need, and to give it all away in return for this pain hardly seemed sensible. “It is not wise to question the will of the Creator,” my mother had said. “We were made for this purpose, we are here to simply fulfill its call. How would it be for us to selfishly keep to ourselves and not share the hope that we have, the joy and peace? Can you not see the wisdom?” She lovingly wrapped her arms around me then, face buried in my hair, and murmured, “You will learn, my sweet Akira. You were created for a reason, soon you will discover that purpose. Then you will not be able to do otherwise. It will be a driving force within you. I promise, one day it will make perfect sense.” Then she let her arms drop and sent me on my way to join my friends.
Her words had placed even more questions within my mind, but now,  as Mairwen called my name, all concerns for what is and what may be tomorrow, were left behind. I glanced in her direction and gave her a tentative smile, but I saw the uncertainty in her eyes. Shrugging my shoulders, I looked back to the gathering throng.
I pondered all this now as I watched the purpose unfold before my eyes. A nod from my mother and my hand dropped to my side, as did all of the Youngers who came to witness the gathering. The Elders moved swiftly forward as one, arms rising in unison toward the travelers, welcoming them back with their warm offer of embrace. As each soul fell into an Elders arms, a small and weary smile touched the corners of their lips, and Elder and Traveler together walked toward the City of Mist.



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