Participating in NaNoWriMo. The Dream Trilogy

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- that is some of NaNoWriMo´s goodness from their Facebook page and yes, I am taking part this year. That being my first and I do have a story in mind.. but there´s a problem. It´s a dream or a vision or something written down covers exactly 26 pages in a notebook and is the concentrate of the story - how to getfrom 26 pages to 50 K ... ???!!!! OK, enough with the panicking and one wth a brief introduction of the story in mind. I´d call it the dream trilogy, because I was shown the covers and backs of 3 volumes of this story in a dream. Maybe I´ve mentioned here before, maybe not. Anyways I had this dream about 3 years ago after watching Return of the King, so the scenery is much like the one of Rohan and horses play a great role on depicting the mindset, but the rest is pretty much not LOTR. Pretty dark and depressive, but full of light nonetheless. So.. I do not know how much free time I´m going to have to post here on my blog during The National Novel Writing Month, November .. so.. all the best to You all and wish me luck xD

The Honeydew Magician
~ I love the ring of that name so I am participating as The Honeydew Magician :)

Tatise rumalukese teated keldrist

Võtsin puhkuse, et natuke aega väga rumal olla. Võibolla ja tegelikult päris kindlasti jäid mul õigel ajal niimõnedki lollused tegemata ja 10-aastane hilinemine pole vast väga hull. Lisaks oskan ma nendesse lollustesse nüüd niimõndagi muud lisada, st natuke elukogemust ja mingi kahtlane eluhoiak on paratamatult-parandamatult settinud.
ehk:

elukoht - Nurg

elukutse - scribbler

ambitsioon - õnn


ja selle viimasega nii, et kui üks muutuja välja arvata, pole see ambitsioon, vaid eluviis ehk ... xD

Hääd alanud talvsügiskevadet, kandke salli ja keegi, hakake tootma ökosalfakaid, muidu mul süümekad -nohune- :P :D

Titania

"I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned

I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side

I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye"



Affirmation by Savage Garden

~a thought

"I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye"


when you have let them go and when they are not gone yet - when their heart wishes to stay.. reach out for their hand and grasp it, never let it go again

White Harbour

i feel like there are
white mighty walls
and courtyards with
wild soft white grass
with birds singing
wild sweet songs
in great old white trees
like i´ve seen
wild free white horses run
i´d been called by a
familiar dear white voice
and taken hand in hand
to my loved white home
and my heart washed clear
in it´s gentle white care
i´ve been given all i need
strenght i believe in
with my heart humble and white
- all i can is feel
for my eyes have seen
ears have heard
heart has felt
only white, blessed peace
as if in an embrace
strong and tender
unseen, yet always felt
and even when i wake
and the pain returns
this warmth lingers
covering the edges
taking hate and
leaving understanding
a path to walk
wide and white
thank you, Healer Sleep

The Wild Flame of West Hannon

... was once known far and wide and as all other this name was forgotten, yet it was once born and the owner of this name once walked this earth. A woman or a man, no one remebers, as all other it has been forgotten. Under a great oak lies the last one, who could tell: "Rosemary". His last words he took with him, till the end not speaking this name for it burnt his lips. This flame he buried deep in himself and walked trough life alone with a face calm and cold, always feeling a hand in his hand and all of his being being held safe and warm.

For he had not known, why he knew and why he could feel and oh, feel so much and never see anything but a face in his dreams, hear in those realms this name and recognise this land as her´s, him being a visitor by her will. A will, what had seen trough him and heard his heart whispering, asking for a place to belong to, people of his own.


He walked trough life with eyes on the ground, his heart gazing at the Sun, till he closed his eyes with a smile uncanny to rest his final rest, in her arms atlast.

Now the field rings with music for ears that wish to listen and in the shade of the great oak one´s eyes that wish to see may rest upon a sight beautiful and fair - two lovers sleeping, a maiden sweet resting her head on a shoulder of a young man softly smiling.

I´d give up anything .. besides a few things I do not know yet

About Db

Db was born during a bus ride... I remember, that I was half asleep and half awake, looking out of the window - an Estonian snowy winter, thus the blue-black-white nature - and that a cool guy told me cool stuff - about hunting etc, he´s a master hunter - and showed me one of my and Estonians´ fav theatre performances - by luck awesome it has been videoed - what was Love For The Three Oranges. And now my memory is wavering again as it often does - was it that trip? Maybe :) Anyways I remember the first image of Db being in space listening to an audio book.. the rest followed soon - I see stories as movies and sort of write them down - including the ending of the story, now the ending of the original Db.

Why the differentiation between the original Db and just Db - life happened, that´s why. :D Meaning that I changed, meaning my life changed and my creation, being like the fruit of my life changed too.

I do employ motives from the original plot, but the tone and nature of the story has grown more intense and recently has blended with the rest of my stories - meaning, that "Db" has become an synonym for "Day", the character of Db has re-fused with the character of Mabes and that to me is somehow so natural and right, so I am continuing with the so called blending, or to be more precise "back to the roots"-practice.



Timeline
Db 2009 or 2010 or 2011, influenced by animes Fullmetal Alchemist and no 6
Day 2006 or 2005
The Warrior(s) of Thirteen 2005, my first story
murmurs 2005, one of my first poems
drawing - since I can remember.. always, 2005 started drawing Angels and before writing down Db I drew her

Db 33

I hope that the fair lady forgives me my absence from the meeting, my Sire

- You´re holding the fort, this is your place by my will and her´s

Still, the Queen--

there an angry look stopped him.


His words were true, but painful. The blade of hope in all it´s awful beauty... trough these words had pierced him, his very heart.

The king hid his face between his arms and his presence loudly screamed: leave me! but the father´s heart heard the whisper hidden in the scream and held him.. and there he, the King of Angels wept.

I must.. there must be something.. I have to do something! he soon said, his face still wet with tears and so his father left him working behind his desk. No time to dry these tears.. let them be.. he thought and thought of her, felt her and all was peaceful, but that is not enough, not anymore - got to get her back, here.. with me.. where she belongs. And not settle with anything else nor anything more than she soonest of soon. Sunshine trough the rain.. I´ll hold you and shelter you from the rain´s cold and make it warm, peaceful and bright, I´ll give you joy.. atlast.. I´ll give you joy!

Db 32

Like him, she made a detour. To the shores of Lovers´ bay. She stood there on the border of two blues and suddenly ripped the given apple in half and casted it away with all her might. It neared the water and as fast as it was casted it was back in her hand. Not my choice to make, isn´t it.. she thought and fell to the ground crying. The pegasus went to her and laid down besides her, sheltering her with his side.

When one is awake
the other dreams
the one awake sees and knows
holds the other
the sleeper safe
in true love´s embrace
eternally

.. ringed the air.. words she wished to forget the most... at those times. Now.. I am different, or not? she thought and sat up straight looking at the horizon.

A nostalgic view. Red flowers of blue waters she remembered.. one of the seven, promises of the 8th and beyond - how far must she go? a tear ran down her cheek.. the wind caressed it, a warm gentle wind and she smiled, stood up and walked away, the black pegasus walking by her side. Mh, you probably know, that I love to fly... and I know, that you do not mind... and thinking that she petted his furry face, mounted him and up they went.

Db 31

Time was turned and morning brought them back to those clouds, where Indigo and Nkyéle were awaiting.

He walked to Indigo and asked for their sword. With that sword he cut his raven hair and then blew his breath on it - and a black pegasus was standing in front of them.

He is sturdy and can keep you warm... You know it is going to be cold there... and she walked up to the horse and petted it´s sides, with her hand stroking the horse she went to it´s head and put her forehead to the horses and said "thank you" very quietly. "Midnight, The Promise of Day"


I am sorry for not being able to to anyting else.. but this is at this moment, I will do more, I promise!


- I know...


And still you waver.


- My problem.


No, never. Us, remember, us. Always


- My quest to remember and to .. feel


You´ll succeed anyways, but I´ll be there, and you of all can not argue. Anyways, this shan´t never change and I´ll do anything in my power and more.


- Stop, it is morning.



Indigo, who had been waiting for here queue now sensed it and walked up to them:


I went to Granada at dusk and brought this, and she showed to them a pomegranate.
Db turned away and looked afar. He went and stroke her cheeks. Tears.

Indigo continued:


I took the liberty of recharging the swords.. the crimson to the orange and the emerald to the ... blue and I think, that you, she looked at Db, need both of these blades and I also refused those two turtle doves, so you can stick to nitoryou
- and with those words she handed two swords to Db.


- Thank you, their´e beautiful. And I am so glad... and Indigo smiled and returned to the blade in her right hand.



Now Nkyéle went to Db and hugged her and when stepping back, casted his fur over her shoulders. -You´ll need it more than me. Would be a fuss when swimming. She cried, now tears of happiness.


We must go now, the dawn is in fullbloom. Indigo gained us some time, but more would be unfair, said the man with raven hair or who was with the raven hair for now his hair was growing fairer along with the sky.

- You´re beautiful.

You too, always. See you soon.



And she mounted the black pegasus and took flight, soon she was no more than a speck of black in the blue.



Raven went to Nkyéle and patted him on his now bare shoulder. We have a lot to do, but first we can go home.. if only for a little while.. I want to go home.

- Lets go, and he whisteled, a calling to someone, who arrived at once - the mightiest of dgeres.

Oh, he is around, I mean back! Amazing. And they mounted and left, fading into the Sun.

Db 30

You.. can not stay

- I know, I have sinned.

... Yes. ... just, you did it for the Heart. You heard it´s voice

- A sin remains a sin

Still! You heard.. and you acted upon it, thus your banishment shan´t be long

- Here even you have no power

Wrong. Yes, now, but I´ll do anything for it to change.

- ...

... and you can stay for this night

- With the morning I leave

The night remains




... and there was silence in the dark, a warm loving silence with no candles nor stars ... .

Db 29

Amidst the clouds



She appeared in front of the force, welcomed them and they knew at once, that she won´t let them pass.

Draw your sword, she said

and he did - walked to her and drew the indigo blue sword from her left side and then threw another, an electric blue at her:

He misses you or a specific part of you

- that specific part missis him too, and she caught it and pressed it to her chest, close to her heart.



The warriors watched it and recognized her. The woman, who embraces swords can only be her. The hugging besides the fact, that she singlehandedly opposes them and can actually be on the same wave as them.... and him, so she can only be her, no doubt about it.

The humble page in green, the king in green, the forever once ritual - the only time to reverse all, the zero.



The swords clashed. The spheres were lit, half in orange and half in indigo - indigo what grew to electric and all shone in a wave of bright white light - the swords sepparated and the skies were blue and clouds white again and all repeated, when the blades met again. This happened for several times until

Oh, what a day! Still you two can continue your lovegames at night

And all went black, atleast for the two fighters until the candles lit. He said to her: we are here again. - I missed it. - Me too...


The owner of the voice that lit the night went to their former battle field, gathered the blades and at her touch all three swords fused with her, for she was the soul of the indigo one, the eternal night, the peaceful rest and the gentle guardian.

Her hair, the darkest night had grown to blue, the colour of anew skies and freshness of spring flowed from her. Nkyéle walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder and said: it is done. - Yes, time to return. Angels, to home! It´s the time of the gathering! Go meet thy rivers! And all raised their swords towards the Sun, dalgerians raised their proud heads to it´s light




... And all was as it had always been, poppies red waving, woven into grass maygreen under skies blue with clouds resembling white dragons and wings of angels ... .

to pieces

broken to be woken
swayed gently
through the storm
given an inside
of flames
burning and burning
in the storm
rising and rising
breathing and breathing
beating and beating
oh how can this blood flow
in these fragile veins
pounding and pounding
echoing and echoing
i´m falling and falling
bleeding and bleeding
wings were casted, off casted off
i'm falling, i´m falling
with no ground in sight
falling and falling
the ground i´ll never see?
entwining trough dividing
i fall on a net of web
softly, so softly
i fall on a net of webb
oh buterfly, oh butterfly
walking on strings so white
following the spider, the spider
hand in hand
on a path so white
i´m flowing and flowing
red blood, passion drugs
coursing in pulling me out
freezing and freezing
i´m inside out
frosted wings have fallen
eyes are cold and blue
i´m calling, i´m calling
out for you, out for you
and you do not hear me
you never do, you never do
come, never come
never tell, only hint
and i am falling, falling asleep
for the moning to catch me, catch me
in a bright web, a shiny day
a silver web, a silver web
rest my pieces, only pieces
entangled, entangled
dreams and real, dreams and real
in pieces, in pieces
a kaleidoscope of days
falling as pieces, as pieces
caught and taught, taught
to be true, true
dreams breaking and breaking
falling, i´m falling
there´s no ground in sight

beyond the fade

in the muddy waters
is a sense of clarity
waterlilies pure
a miracle has left footprints
anyone can follow
lead to the meeting
of rivers
the gathering eternal
even when dreams fade
something remains
held safe and warm
eternally ...
whispers this spring
warm and cold
the dew of heaven and hell
in a cup cut of yew
reversed and not
and it doesn´t matter
nothing is
in the embrace of all
peacefully rest
storms fierce and kind
... a scent lingering
in a wind once passed
footprints on the waters

Magical!

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Db 28

Hey, where´s my cat? the tavern keeper shouted out. No one had seen Whiskers, for that was the cat´s name. - Surely sad, when she has got missing, he loves that old cat to pieces, a lad said to his lady companion. The tavern keeper, looking for the cat went into the pantry and there it hit him and he laughed! Did I really think, that she would leave her precious ownings unguarded?! and with a smile, what made the lads wonder he asked: Who´d want a healthy sandwich with fish fillet? I have plenty to share! .. and asked the ladies: would you like some fresh cream with those pancakes, they sure suit - strawberries and cream, oh, a delight!

Db 27

Hey, do you know how this is made? - Honeydew? - Yes, honeydew... and she smiled. - No, you haven´t told me, dear Titania. - Oh, flatterings... still, nice to know that I am still remembered in these parts - How could a man forget, Titania. - Babe, you´ll use up my name if you keep up like that. After saying that Db looked into the cup at her own reflection and then lifted the cup up high with words: "To the Meeting of the Rivers!" and to that all of the tavern cheered with her, and as one drank their cup in one gulp.

.. Almost forgot.. I had a reason for coming here - another besides the always lovely company, and she looked at the folks of the joint with happy bright eyes. Could you sing me a song, about the jolly brewer? - Aye, Miss! and they rised their voices and suddenly all froze

- Thank you, I needed that :) and from the casks, barrels and cups of mead flew honey-coloured dragons big and small, size ofcource depending on the source, being cask, cup or barrel: from cups flew dragon babies squeaking in a mellow innocent voice, from the casks flew teenagers wild, yet tame and from barrels full-grown golden dalgerians in all their glory brighting up the dusky joint with mighty sunshine. And then, as suddenly
as it had started, it had ended - all was the same besides Titania standing up with her hand up, fingers stretched out and on her ringfinger a bright honey-coloured ring with a golden dazzle, their Song. She had bound the light honeydew in their Song and forged the Stone, that binding Song.. was the golden Ring on her finger.

Titania Granade, the Honeydew Magician, they now remembered. She had left long ago, leaving behind this dew as sweet as honey for the tavern keeper to share for all who ask and now she had claimed it back. As opposite to the people of the Dome the folks of the travelers´ joint started cursing and demanding, pleading for at least one cup, for each.. sure the Lady could spare that ... all that jolly commotion bursted into a mighty laugh, Titania laughing the loudest.

She looked up and mumbled to herself in good time, my lads, in good time. She was given provisions and a horse fed, watered, groomed and saddled and then sent on their way with cheers and good wishes - all of that after getting the promise to return the mead from her, ofcourse.

KitchenMagic

Titania laughs!

"where the music comes from" ...

"some of it is really dumb"

SunSet

at the latest hour colours
shall have a voice, a face
all fills with magic from within
to the brim, purple wine
under an orange sky

... will i remember
to rise my hand, the want
to protect, my vows
and my passion or is
there going to be ice...
once again?

all i can give is a single tear
when setting, lighting up the floor
for the last time... show swans
edges of the gorges in beauty
and warmth or...

is there more to do.. to say
for this this hour is gentle, not brute
till the last moment there is
a fool´s hope to grasp ---

Db 26

Pour me some mead

Db 25

a leaf on the waters

All was.. still painful, but more real. Ever since she had fused into the Flow - running away from him, herself - she had felt, that something is missing and without it.. she was nothing more than crumbling ashes. The flow in her had gone beserk, because she had thrown herself into the opposite direction of the Flow - all of her she had set against it, all of her heart and soul agains all what she had ever wanted, dared to dream of.. all what she had been she had casted off.

Now she.. had come back to herself. Her hands were her own again.. she looked at them.. as if she hadn´t seen them from a long time.. smiled and then laughed a loud crazy dazzling laugh. I got my voice back aswell, oh, how amazing! she spoke loudly and clearly and then looked around. The promise of the Oranges fulfilled. The green was still there, even rain. And she saw a rainbow. She melted into that moment, lucid, milk-and-honey colored light emitted from her and her feet lifted from the ground.

She touched down in an orange dress, her hair now waving maygreen, on both of her sides she now carried a sword, one red and one blue - opened her eyes and then, with one hand draw upwards over the other and did the same with the other hand aswell, shining silver armor appeared, covering her arms. Then she reached towards the blue of the sky and grasped it, tearing it down and casted it, a blue cape, over her shoulders. She tapped the ground with her feet and brown leather boots covered her feet. The music of the Day, she smiled. Thy rhythm is echanting and warm, thank You.

She passed people, workers of the Dome. They saw her, they smelled the sweet oranges in the air.. and smiled.. but their eyes didn´t see her, their lips didn´t speak - yet their hearts greeted her and smiled, watching her go. For they knew, that it is Time, today, now. They kept on working, doing their things, but to them the sun seemed to shine a bit more warmly, gently.

the train in the rain : Tuleneelaja tants

off ground


the woman seen dancing in silence
lits million candles every night
and sets them free into the dark

standing
eyes closed
on the green shore of the blue
and smiles
:
i can hear you
and she starts to dance
to the beat of her heart
following her red blood
mirroring the blue veins
in the green ground
with closed eyes sees
and opens her eyes to
see the same
she hears
the wind singing
and dances out her tears
into laughter
she sees the violin player
the icy floor
and the dancers
those gloves
her red blood rages
she rises storms inside
to calm the otside
yet her hair is heveled
there
so on that shore
is eternal day
she only smiles
and listens
there she
doesn´t shed a tear
for the violin player stayed
in the green grassy fields
worlds are conjured
for her and only her
one string brings the worlds
and she.. gratefully dances
in a roseless world
she is
that
world
a
dance
a joyful dance
to keep this world safe
from falling apart
she holds up those blue skies
greates the green ground with her feet
she gave all of her roses to keep those steps
with nothing left
she is no more
than a dance
full of secrets
memories
tears and laughter
till she stands still
smiles
and looks into the blue
the eternal promise
of oranges

the dancer rises the flames high into the blue
blue lits in warmth and all goes blanc
a spot of black falls from the high
two stones she wears as earrings
hidden by wild disheveled hair
on a shore green sees a sea blue
lit in sunlight, singing
the eternal songs echo on and on
and she keeps on dancing
in an orange dress, making new old promises
to new old friends
her smile has bloomed into laughter
and her roses given back to her
orange like flames, tied into her hair
filling the air with their scent
for all to smell and remember
the dance was never for one
roses to spark dreams, make hearts aflame
nights as promises for day
for those two, night and day
always go hand in hand
dancing eternally
the dancer watches them go and kneels down
into the green to pick up a sword
a sapphire sparkling, her own song
she looks at and smiles
"I made you for myself... aswell"
and once again.. the warrior
carries two blades
- my hands aren´t my hands
if not holding onto you
8
wasn´t it
the flame
and the ice
us, all


the dance reveals it´s truth
the eternal battle in and out
one fighting for all
all being back to back with one
for even if in the pouring rain
one´s eyes can´t see
the soul hears the rain singing
and keeps on dancing
on the window on the train
going somewhere
passes a lake, a passing thought
on it goes, the dance
never stops

Nõutu maailm V`17127

I thought of one was given a million
my thought was of bit of solid land
I was given million miles of water
all I needed was place to stand
they tell me that I am God -
million miles of water to walk on
should be enough to take a stand
this one is my all
this one should never be taken nor played with
this one is my life this one is not
this absence of one is the absence of me
this one is love his love for me
for I love him
for the world loves me he does not
the world sees my pain and feels need to heal my broken heart
and give reason to my meaningless life
showers me with all beautiful, but his love
for that it can not give me for it is his to give
as I have given him mine and left myself emptyhanded
in this beautiful world open for me, waiting for me
for life besides him feels no fear nor doubt
gives me all in his heart, what he fears to give
for the world loves me with the light of his soul
even then this boy of mine loves me not
for the world brought him into my life to give a chance
for everything I ever desired, craved or dreamt of
life trusted me with the key of life and it´s deepest secrets
so I would carry it on and let it grow with me
so I would share it and make it flourish
he was a chance, I am sure of that
and that chance failed, life´s promise could not be fulfilled
for there is his mind and freedom to choose
and he chose me not, even then my heart chose him
for I do not know, what to dream of or need or want
for life looks at me crying and shelters my red eyes
with glistening light and joy glowing from my heart set free
for my heart is not bound to this life nor world
for he set me free from ever wanting or needing
for what could be given to a heart, what does not need?
so life opens it´s gates and lets me soar


& this evening written-poem actually had a night-1.morning-2.morning-real-life sequence, what made me face the awesome fact, that my heart did indeed need something and .. I realised that after getting a glimpse of it. Leather, old books and tea. The theatre of life can go on without me.. not. All matter. All. Life is Art. ;D and.. all you might need.. is a telephone ring ;)

Orange Flame with a Shining Blue Heart

a warm orange flame smelling like oranges - my beautiful life
:D thank you, my friends, my All! :D

Touch

I found this while cleaning.. one of the poems from the first years of my writing.. posted in orkut on Feb 21, most probably 2007. I had had my encounter with a person seeped in esoterics.. and had taken aflame - still am, I guess it shows :P Anyways, that´s the poem - touch:


touch

to be a white horse galloping wild
across every sky every dimension
passing all speed known here and there
ripping trough everylie diving to truth
leaving behind all forms all borders
i am the soul of the wind your sincerety smile
i will burn all your pain rise high invisible untouchable
create you anew pure dawn your path to New Eden

i am the flame in the hearts of winter´s singingbirds

i am

Db 24

I´had forgotten the most important thing.. and she smirked: laughter from one´s heart. And I´ve seen sadness..

Ingredients : Gathered

The Goal: The Miracle



Ps
an unusual extra
meaning a soundtrack U2 Elevation

I believe..

Anime is the concentrate of Life

Precious Things To Share : The Treasure

Everyone´s treasure

Db 23

He had come. To that white garden. Opened the great tree and.. taken in his hands out the .. red fire bird. She herself had known about the red mark, seen it - but the bird.. he took it out, petted it.. and gently put it back. After that the tree blossomed more brightly than ever.. there was a new light, a warmer light. He was here.. he is.. alive. - and with that knowledge she had found her courage for nothing was lost, never was. The sky had cleared up, all smelled so fresh.. even outside the dome there was freshness. It had rained! After 250 years.. it had rained.. overjoyed she walked, taking off her shoes, feeling the living earth beneath. There is so much to do.. but I have help .. so.. all is going to be OK. :)

Db 22

Db was sulking all night, the morning found her head on crossed hands resting on her desk, looking far away.. that being the opposite wall of her small lodging. A latern was spreading warm orange light.. peaceful.. she closed her eyes to rest.. when she opened her eyes, they were shining bright with resolve: "if I do it with all my heart.. I can do no wrong... so.. I can act".
Rain, I´ll be counting on you! waved to the sunlit room and for a moment when she walking away from the hatch she thought that she had heard the blue bird singing .. it has been too long, thank you!

in the Ocean

I can bearly remember how my life was before, feel it.. it is so faint and unreal.. like another world. Not that it wasn´t true, just.. I wanted so many things, dreamed about those things .. and now I have entered life with all I was before and am living... as honest as I can. Being intense all the time feels very sharp and sometimes I actually feel as if I am cut with blades. Probably.. I am buried in something false again.. sure feels like it.. like drowning... should I fight.. or let go?