As promised in yesterday’s post, for this week’s Transcript Tuesday I have an excerpt from my first completed novel, Faelynn. What’s interesting about the inspiration for this one, is my cousin told me about a story she wanted to create about 4 faerie cousins who have adventures. She told me that she didn’t have the gumption to really write it, and asked if I could try to put it down on paper. As she went to take a shower, I put on my favorite Enya CD and ideas just came pouring out of nowhere. To date, it is the most surreal brainstorming experience I have ever had. I was so excited to show my cousin what I had written, and was quickly crushed when she said that it was nothing like what she had in mind and to not use the title she had in mind for her story.
Instantly, I thought that meant she hated it and here I was still in love with the ideas I had come up with and desiring to expand on them. Her adverse reaction gave me pause. Later on that evening, we were watching a movie and she asked if I was okay. I told her what I had felt about our earlier discourse and she began laughing. She proceeded to tell me that she thought that what I had written was excellent, and she wanted to find out where that story was going to go; it just wasn’t the story she had in mind – she would rather me make my ideas wholly my own story. Thus, I had my very first NaNoWrimo novel ready to go!
The synopsis:
Brucie is a free fairie who has come to live in Faelynn. Like all the other places she’s tried to live in she’s met with hate and prejudice. However, things start to turn around when three lifelong faerie friends take her under their wings. Just when she thought things were beginning to look up, mysterious disappearances threaten her new found home – and she is at the center of the blame! Now she must steel herself against the odds to prove her innocence and find and free the missing fairies.
The excerpt:
“Hey, hey you,” a bright and high-pitched voice said, “yoo-hoo, are you still in there?”
Brucie was slowly coming back to her senses. She could still feel the thick fog swirling around inside of her lungs and throat. Trying to open her eyes and respond to the unfamiliar voice was too much, too soon and she started coughing uncontrollably. “Don’t die on us now! You’re one of the first faerie’s that I’ll get to officially meet in my whole live-long life!”
“I’m not,” Brucie coughed, “dead..I’m very much –“
“ALIVE,” a chorus of voices rang out.
Just as Brucie had started to open up her eyes a rush of bodies flung themselves at her. “Woah, what’s going on?”
“You are okay! You are all right,” cried Nyx, “I thought we had lost you and I would never get the chance to say how sorry I am and how much I am thankful for you and –“
“NYX,” the three faerie friends cried.
As innocent as a newly formed butterfly Nyx replied, “Yes?”
“Anyway, Nyx and I had decided to tail you and Parisa. Well, we couldn’t exactly catch up with you because you had such a head start, but when I saw what direction you were headed. I knew there was only one place that Parisa could be taking you to, because Parisa’s Donna lives in the opposite edge of the forest. By the time we got here the light fog made it a little –“
“Light fog,” Brucie said incredulously.
“Well…by the time we got here it was a light fog. Anyway, Nyx and I saw the strangest outline through the fog. At first Nyx thought it was a floating horny toad, but I told her that was just silly. The closer we got we saw that it was a faerie trying to carry you and Parisa all on her own,” Maruelle explained.
“Maruelle had a fit,” Nyx interjected, “she thought that the other faerie had drugged you and was going to do some sort of unspeakable things to you…but she was wrong! Turns out you guys did yourselves in! Little Miss Merri here was just trying to get you guys inside!”
“Who,” Brucie asked.
“Me,” said the bright and cheery voice from when Brucie first came out of her unconscious state, “I heard all the banging and commotion outside and decided to check. Thankfully I found you guys just in time!”
“Yes, thank you,” Brucie said still stunned, “but how did you see through the fog?”
“Oh that wasn’t fog…that was smoke, but I found you through this!”
Merri grabbed a strange looking contraption off the shelf, and put it on her head. It looked like a garland made out of branches and leaves with a huge flower on each side of her head. After Merri shook her head rapidly from side to side the insides of the flowers lit up brightly. “Yeah,” Merri commented, “there are about 150 fireflies in each flower it is great for seeing at night…or through tons of smoke in this case. Basically, it is very useful when you are the assistant to the great and mighty Elder Barry – not to be confused with Elder Barry wine. After all wine must be fine and aged…and Elder Barry is neither one of those.”
“So what was with all the,” Parisa started.
“Smoke? Oh that was one of his many experiments gone awry. Thank goodness I have good hearing; because there is so much hubbub in here I almost was not sure there really was anything happening outside. That Elder Barry is a genius…but he is not one for cleanliness and quiet. Speaking of Elder Barry, I wonder where he went. He was just here not too long ago checking on Parisa.”
Brucie was about to say something when she felt something tug on her right wing, causing her to jump up and fly straight up to the roof of the house. When she looked down she saw a kindly faerie man with hazel eyes that still held the sparkle of wonder and youth. He was almost completely bald save for tufts of unruly grey and white hair on either side of his head. Looking up at the startled faerie the old male faerie, that could be none other than Elder Barry said to her, “I know where you got your wings.”
Brucie cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow as she looked at him confused while the other faeries in the room half giggled and half groaned.
“Where?”
“On your back.”
The answer was so simple, so obvious, and so unexpected that Brucie could not help but laugh hysterically as she floated back down to the floor. “Finally,” Elder Barry said quite pleased with himself, “some new blood to laugh at my jokes.”
“Don’t get used to it now,” Merri chided jokingly, “it will wear off quickly. After all, you don’t have many jokes and they aren’t that funny.”
Elder Barry glanced back at Brucie who was still in hysterics, “Well…I’m holding out hope for this one anyway.”
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