Alchemy has always been a fascinating part of science to me. In the Pagan beliefs, we have the Pentagram which symbolizes the five elements of: Spirit, Earth, Air, Water, and, Fire. Now imagine a world that has a whole caste system where there are individuals who use Alchemy as a form of science, which used to be combined with the use of magic. Now imagine that the magic has been banned so the Alchemists rely solely on the power of science. This is a huge part of my novel.
It’s been a journey writing this novel. I am learning a lot more about myself. I’m learning more about conveying emotions in my readers, and, how to write appropriately in an Active tone as well as an first person POV. Writing a novel has been not only challenging but also extremely rewarding. I look forward to sharing excerpts of the novel once its more polished but for now it’s a very ROUGH draft, it’s okay. That’s where proof-editing comes in!
Anyway here’s a little micro fiction for you, told in the perspective of Prince Sebastien:
The ball was on the horizon, only seven days away and the prince did not want to squander around the castle. He told his closest confidant that he wanted to spend the day as a peasant so he grabbed a nightshade cloak and wrapped it around his collarbones. As he glided down the steps of the proud kingdom, he noticed his father wrapped up in conversation with the leader of the Knights.
His feet propelled him forward and into the streets of the kingdom. The market was busy this afternoon, filled with hopeful dames, which wanted so desperately to become Nobles. As his cloak continued to fly behind him with his quick movements, the prince carried himself toward the crowd. Through the crevice of a tight alleyway, he squeezed his body through, being careful not to drop the hood of the cloak, so he could not be recognized.
Square pieces of black parchment paper floated around the sweaty palms of romantic ladies, fantasizing about marrying the prince. He scowled. Unfavorable of his fate, wishing he could be either an Alchemist or a Knight. He craved adventure, danger, and, mostly to be left alone. He was tired of having to please all the Nobles. If only, he could just runaway into the depths of the mountains or into the lands of the djinn.
He got through the edge of the alley and stumbled into the bottom of a path leading up to the market. And as he slid out, a beautiful girl with laced up boots, olive skin, auburn curled hair and eyes that faded between violet and hues of honey-brown walked in front of him. She was struggling with the weight of the cart that she carried in back of her. Hunched over, doing her best to get it up each stair.
The prince watched as she dropped the cart and it came flying toward him. He lunged in front of it, catching it with his forearms, nearly toppling backward as he caught it. The weight of the cart wasn’t as bad as it looked. And, he smiled up at the girl, looking down on him with rose colored cheeks. He carried the wagon up toward her, despite her protests. He carried the weight of the boxy framed wooden wagon up towards the sky.
And, he lost sight of her…but hoped that he would see her again…
-Work of: Celena StarVela (E.R. Buendia)