“I never realized it, but it seems everyone of my ideas for a story first starts with an image, a single glimpse through a distant smoke that conceals all but a corner of some great piece of work, desperately in need of a mind foolish enough to conceive it.” - A. N. De Berry

Aug 15, 2011 - 3:00p.m.

As I laid their on sofa, enjoying an idle conversation with a good cousin of mine, I closed my eyes for only a moment and in that single instance my vision was washed with the image of a young boy, dressed in robes, standing in front of a tall shelf who’s likeness crowed a massive room walled with stone, each of them holding countless treasures of forgotten importance. The young man did nothing more but stand transfixed by an item that sat forgotten, a roundish shard of most pristine crystal, to which it’s core pulsed with a barely visible light.

My eyes flashed open, a bit unsteady at that shire vividness of it, and as soon as the shock past I pulled my notebook out, to which I am NEVER without, and jotted it all down with header, date, and time, as always. I wasn’t really sure of it’s true importance, but one thing I’ve come to understand as a writer, is that EVERYTHING is of importance, SO WRITE IT DOWN!!!

Aug 16, 2011 - 7:10p.m.

And as usual, entirely unbeckoned, perhaps a bit like love in that sense, eureka! A boy without family, lives amongst the cold columns of books and artifacts by the good graces of the lords of a great school. He takes notice of a crystal shard and decides to research it’s origins, having a natural instinct for such things concerning history and deciphering text.

But then a complete back story appears from the thinest of air. Once long ago a darkness began to swarm the lands, so powerful indeed that the very Gods where unable to defeat it, finding themselves at it’s mercy, to which it had none. Mortal and Immortal alike became twisted, their souls blackened as despair came to be known by all. Immune to this darkness was a single soul, a soul so just and true that it purified the souls and world around it. This single soul, beyond taint, belonged to a young girl named Cornelia. The Gods looked down on her with so much pride and admiration that they sacrificed a portion of their own powers in order to raise her to God hood. As the young Cornelia rose to the heavens, she looked back down to the world below and became stricken with grief, as she saw for the first time the total extent of the darkness. As she reached the halls of the Gods she cast down her heart, back to the world so that man would have a weapon in which to battle the darkness…  Or so the legend goes, but is NOT actually what happened, of course!

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