Ville D’Incendie Congelés
A single town with a lot a stories. Ville D'Incendie Congelés means Town of Frozen Fire. Quite appropriate. There are Witches, Wizards, Vampyres, Angels, Demons, Werewolves, Nekos, Fairies, Pixies, Humans and others living in this town. With such a group, there is bond to be trouble.
To keep the trouble at a minimum, there is the Preternatural Police Department. The department head is a Wizard. The main desk officer is a human. The main investigator is a Fairy. They have no qualms about hiring any kind of person as long as they are not criminals.
Across the street is the most popular cafe in town. Heaven's Cafe. The cafe is run by a family of vampyres and witches/wizards but they hire all kinds. The owner is Charlotte Hölle, a teenage vamp-witch. Her brother is the cook and their parents are hosts. They have a werewolf waiter and an angel musician.
Down the road is the inn, run by the Buch family. They are werewolves, but extremely friendly. They welcome all visitors with open arms.
The apothecary on the next street is owned by Charlotte's twin Cherise and her husband Nostramos, a demon. They love meeting new people, but be careful, Nostramos is easily jealous of anyone flirting with Cherise.
Down from the apothecary is the local library and next to that is a book store. Both a ran by the Howe's, witch/wizard cousins of the Hölle's and relatives of the Preternatural Police Department head.
The town comes together for the local school system. They love their children and support them in all their endeavors. Every school sporting event, the whole town shows up.
Local issues are mostly between the Vampyres and Werewolves most of the time. Fairies and Pixies don't get along well but they tend to ignore each other. Angels and Demons will sometimes fight but Angels prefer peace for the sake of the town.
Now, this town may have some troubles but they are peaceful compared to the rest of the world. Out there, Humans attack everything that is different. Werewolves spy on Vampyre councils. Demons bring hell to earth while Angels fight them. Witches and Wizards try to bring peace but often fail.
There are no religions, food is the same as you'd find in this world. This is a fantasy realm.
The Faegon’s Earth
Okay, imagine earth. Now imagine it greener, more land less water. Imagine a giant light in the middle of the biggest land mass. Around this giant light are four smaller lights kind of like the five side of a domino. These are the five cities of Faegon. Faegon is both a place and a creature. You got that right? Well now imagine these cites being filled with beautiful 75% faerie 25% dragon creatures. These creatures look human, besides the wings and dragon like eyes, and act human, just a tiny bit less selfish, they are faegon. There are nine different eye colors these creatures have. The base of all these nine eye colors is blue, green, or red. Blue means good, red means evil, and green means neutral. Three out of these nine eye colors are only one color, every other one is a gradient from one color to another. Okay, so you know what the people of this land look like there is one last important detail. In the very center of the biggest city is a book. These creatures actually came from earth and traveled to this other reality with this book. This book contains powerful spells (here comes the funny part) these spells are performed by doing the hand symbols, like in music, for certain songs (one spell is actually the notes to Somewhere Over the Rainbow, only for the first 8 measures). The harder the spell the more symbols are needed and the faster they need to be done.
Tada! Now you know the world of Faegon.
The Imperiales’ Vardanyn
I made it up while in my hometown for a funeral. It was called Vardanyn and was set in Siberia since it was around Christmas time. The people are starving. There are strict laws. The whole nine. But things are a bit different. The ruling family is the Imperiales. They are full of secrets, mental illnesses, and deceit. The people think the king is Sir Kwrell who lives in the Imperiale Spires with his wife Regalia and five children, but there is more to the story.
I call it an Internal Democratic Monarchy. This means that while Kwrell technically is the king, his family has to vote on his decisions. He has to get 2/3 of the family's vote to enact any laws. In order to avoid the family, Kwrell has appointed certain members of the family to certain sectors. So, for example, Sir Rol (his wife's father's brother) is in charge of education. But, the votes only apply to Kwrell. It doesn't apply to the other members. So, when Rol didn't want education anymore and ordered a massacre of scholars, no one could stop him. It wasn't like anyone wanted to. Education was an expense no one wanted to pay.
In Vardanyn, the birth laws are the most harmful thing. Due to the nightmares of Sir Malachi (Regalia's grandfather's brother), all babies are had in the Spires. If they are redheads, have black hair, have grey eyes, green eyes, hazel eyes, or are mixed, they are thrown out of the window the wolves that linger beneath the tower. Besides the wolves, sables, Amur lions, Amur tigers, fish, moose, and caribou also live in the kingdom. Lumber is the biggest export. Due to the frigid temperatures for seven months, the people often eat bread, snow apples (eggplant shaped fruits with red skin and a pear like consistency), caribou meat, and snow. In the spring, peas, beans, and other vegetables are hoarded. More food is also available.
The Darnek Universe
Kendro is a loyal soldier of the Darnek province, sworn to protect it from enemies without and within. Like all his fellow soldiers, he was selected for this position based on his performance in the Inmish Taka, a coming-of-age ritual for all the 14-years wanting to enter the military.
Before the ritual, his father had asked him, “And do you want this, to stand as soldier to Darnek and its people?”
Kendro knew the answer to the question before his father had even finished. “More than anything. To serve is to stand tall before our enemies, to show that we are not Ungurt but an honorable people.”
Since his acceptance, he has lived his life according to the principles of honor set forth in their code. Kendro's principles come into crisis, though, when he participates in a coup, believing Parmat, the current ruler, to be corrupt. He backs Ambos, who promises freedoms and liberties for the Darnek people, which somehow vanish as he attains power. Kendro needs to determine whether he should continue to back this new ruler or raise his own coup against him for the "greater good."
These characters and situations are contained (so far) in two short stories, "Inmish Taka," and "The Coup."
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Orange Skies
The sky is always orange, a perpetual sunset, an always ending. Sometimes there are clouds, pink fluff on the edges. There are mornings I wish it a different color as I ride my bike to school over the bumpy cobblestone roads, like the blue I read in story-books growing up. But it never changes. Nothing in our city ever does.
The sign on the steeple always reads "REPENT." The grocery store never sells more than milk, bread, and beef. The farms grow corn and the little shops are always run by old women. I don't think anyone understands the concept of new.
In third grade we had to present what we wanted to do in the future. I said move out of here, travel, explore. The whole class balked and the teacher marked me down on the assignment for letting my mind wander too much. We can't leave her, she told me. This is our home, why would you even want to?
Since then I grew up, figuring out that there was electrical fences on the outskirts. I never actually saw the outskirts--too dangerous, but I know about them. They tell us about the people who live there, in tents, in poverty. But they deserve to be because they raise propaganda against the city. They vandalize the bridges and stone walls with words like 'Escape' and 'Think for yourselves.' We hear the stories of their danger at the Friday bonfires were we have to burn their statements.
I'll never dare say it, I can't live with them...but the people on the outskirts, I'm starting to think they have the right idea. We need to cross the fence.
