TL;DR: BLOOD OF OLYMPUS. I've been breaking the fourth wall in anticipation of Sun Dagger for NaNo 2014. This is a rough scene/ writing exercise.
Reading: The fifth and final book of the Heroes of Olympus, came out on the seventh! :D :D :D :D Despite school, I finished it in two days. XD This marks the conclusion of my favorite series (yes, this beats even Harry Potter for me) and a world of wondering at the ending. It's a brilliant ending, although not without Rick Riordan, Troll in Chief's touch. D: D: D: D: D: I'm suspecting answers will be hinted at in Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, due in 2015.
Writing: For NaNoWriMo, I plan on adding 50K to the Sun Dagger word count. This week, in anticipation of that, I wrote a scene where Kaza is pulled through the fourth wall to and meets addaellis, aka me! ^_^ (this concept just drips with self deification -_-)
This is posted anachronously. The accompanying Break the Fourth wall meme I made up for Forsaken and I was heavily referenced (this will be posted next week!) This was supposed to be a short 20 minute writing sprint. I got a little carried away and ignored the 20 minutes part.
I have problems with the wording in places. I was getting sleepy as I edited, which is probably why Kaza's dialogue is a weird sounding and why Adda sounds entirely haughty. This might be edited further to address those issues but it was really just a speedwrite. We'll see.
Nevertheless, I hope you like it! Next time is the meme that preceded this scene. Also, I might be updating the Projects Page and Index soon, so if that changes, please don't be alarmed.
Word Count: 1,013
Character: Tkalis Kaza, from the pen of addaellis.
Setting: A timeless void (some random room in the Writer’s Convention).
Sand and dust settled around Kaza. When he emerged from the swirling sand, he saw nothing but darkness and the twinkle of stars in every direction. He blinked, thinking his eyes would adjust to the darkness. But the blackness persisted. He looked down to find his bearings and found the ground equally discocerting. He could hear the sounds running water below him if he concentrated enough, and when he concentrated even more he could feel cool but not cold water running through his toes. The water moved quickly, then slowed, then quickened again. Despite the pull of the water though, he was not pulled by the current. His feet felt like they stood on firm ground, and when he walked, he did so without apparent splashes in the smooth ground.
Evidently, Kaza was not in Anasazi Xhihalla. In fact, he reckoned he was not in any place that Sun Tribe ever rode. Kaza immediately kept alert. In that case, who was he in this new place?
“Welcome, Tkalis Kaza,” a voice greeted. Below his feet, the water slowed to a calm and he looked up to see a woman crossing to meet him. She was dressed in strange draping clothes that flowed off her like the river beneath his feet.
He raised his hand in greeting. “Excuse me, Are you familiar with this place?”
“I am.” She responded. “Let’s not waste time with introductions. I am Adda Ellis, the avatar of your Writer. Everything you or your world entails is a figment of my imagination, penned into words or drawings. This is a room in my mind; here we may speak briefly.” They shook hands and from the instant their skin touched he had a sudden understanding of what she just said.
Kaza was a little concerned by the words she used and the authority with which she spoke. “Writer…As in…the created of all things? Even before the Gran Tkalis?”
“Yes. I created Gran to create your world. You though, are the protagonist.”
Kaza struggled over her words. He might have struggled longer, but she touched his shoulder in a comforting motion. Again, understanding filled him. Several weeks of contemplation filled him in an instant. Mentally, he likened her to the sibling or parent of the Gran Tkalis. As such, he spoke with respect, but candor—it would not do to hide his grievances against her. A being of that magnitude of power would be able to able to handle his small qualms, and would know his thought anyways, maybe even before he had it.
“I…see. Yet..I don’t think it works exactly that way though, even if you think you built it that way. The Gran Tkalis thought that we were just portions of his children, but we have individual feelings and thoughts too. I’m just a character in a world you built, one that you decided to focus on. But everyone else in my world is just as real and complex.” He lowered his head in a humble bow. “I respect your power, but am not sure you are entirely right.”
Adda Ellis returned the bow, opening her arms in welcome. “But you do grant me the ability to manipulate your world?”
“If you do reserve that power, I’d rather you use it to help the problems that are happening in my world.”
“Would you prefer if I erased these problems completely?”
He thought about her offer for a moment and made up his mind as soon as he could: “No. That would make our existences meaningless, not only for ourselves, but for your stories as well, wouldn’t it?”
Adda Ellis nodded. He had come around to her way of thinking very well.
“Definitely not then,” he decided. “But can you give me the guarantee that we will solve these quandaries and come out stronger for it?”
She smiled. “Of course. There wouldn’t be much of a story if that didn’t happen, did it?” She summoned a ceramic vial from the nothingness around them. “What though, you don’t seek to elicit a promise not to kill off those dear to you?”
Kaza had a sudden insight that the vial in she was holding was one that could save any of his friends—even bring them back from the dead. He took a step forward instinctively, then stopped.
It was true he wanted to protect those close to him. He didn’t want anyone to be hurt, even those opposing him and Hopa, if that were possible. But there was something wrong with that guarantee.
“There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
“No, no, no catch.” She held the vial out to him temptingly. “None as bad as you think anyways.”
“I’d love some of that. But….” He couldn’t shake the feeling that the vial was trouble. If there was meant to be a way to save everyone, then he would definitely come by it by his own power. If not, then he would know it was in the will of their fates for tragedy to happen. He hated to condemn anyone to that, but could not bring himself to accept a panacea in blind faith.
“I see your train of thought,” Adda interrupted. “Well, if you think so.” She banished the vial. Kaza was surprised he didn’t feel regret at its disappearance. “Alas, your time here runs thin. Naturally you won’t remember your time here,” she said briskly, She reached forward and they shook hands again. “But I’m sure we will meet again. I hope you enjoyed your time here.”
“Thank you. Please continue to take care of me when I return to my world.”
Her smile wasn’t exactly reassuring as golden sand swirled again around his feet. In a moment, his senses left him and he vanished from the void. He hoped he had done well enough—impressed this avatar enough so that his visit did good. Writer or not, it did no good to offend those that would be friends.
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