Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Mage ( A Prologue )

This is the prologue to the book I'm writing. Please send me a short review on the quality of the writing and if you have any suggestions on how I can fix any mistakes I'd appriciate it. Thank you for your time.

  The Mage (A Prologue)

   By F. A. Stigile Jr.



Knock, knock, knock.

Sam, could you get that, I’m in the kitchen. Sam?! Where is that man? Kaila walks to the door while she wipes her hands on her apron. The knocking starts again,

I’m coming; I’m coming just hold your pants on.

Kaila opens the door and sees an elderly man with a long white beard. Ahh, Elder Andros come in, come in. can I got you a cup of rose hip tea? Yes please Kaila and how are you and Samuel doing?

We’re doing fine, and you?

Not to well I’m afraid I’ve just come from the Hall of the Elders.

The Hall of Elders? I didn’t hear about a meeting tonight.

Yes, well… it was a special meeting. Only the Elders of the Archives were there.

The elders of the Archives? Then that means that you have heard some news from one of the seekers?

Yes we have had some news I’m afraid.

Bad news it would seem. We had better wait for Samuel to come back, he should be up in a moment, it's almost tea time. He's been down in the workroom a lot lately.

He has? What has he been keeping him so busy lately?

Samuel says that the scrolls must be a hiding a clue to find where and when the chosen one is to be found and he’s been looking for the unwritten hints into finding the chosen ones lineage. He says that the ancient ones knew how to hide things in their writings.

Samuel walks into the room and says, Kaila, have you been talking about me again?

Of course I have dear, what else is there to talk about?

Well, he chuckles, there are always our two beautiful little girls that are doing splendidly in the academy.

Hello, Elder Andros, I see that Kaila has gotten you some of her rose hip tea. Would you like something special to add to it? I have some very nice Cloudberry brandy that goes quite well with it.

Cloudberry brandy? Yes, that does sound nice. Where ever did you get it?

When they were in season last year I made it a point to harvest as much as Kaila and I could find This time next year we should have a whole crop in our northern fields.

What are you doing? Taking up farming now?

No, not at all. I’m just adding to my vineyard, expanding you could say. Since the last pressing was so prosperous and in so much demand I thought that in few years there would be some amazing pressings.

Ah, that brings me back to the reason why I have come to see you. We have gotten some news about the seekers and it’s not good. There is only one group left.

One group? But there were fifteen groups sent out just five years ago. Kaila exclaims.

Now Kaila, they knew that it was dangerous when they volunteered to find the chosen one. I have the great responsibility to ask for more volunteers. That is why I have come to see you and Samuel. I would like you both to volunteer.

Us? Us? Why do you want us to volunteer for this? We still have young children. Gabrielle is fifteen and Amanda is a year younger than her. There’s still so much we have to teach them. Kaila says.

Kaila, others have been asked also. Not just the two of you, others with children. I know, when we first sent out seekers, they were young people, without any children, but times have changed. We have been sending seekers out for five hundred years and there are fewer and fewer people believe that he will ever be found or that he exisit at all. Not to mention willing to leave their homes and lively hoods to go to the other world to look for him. No Kaila, we, the elders of the archives has been secretly sending select small groups, couples to tell the truth, to find the chosen one. They set up households in the other realm and try to find out everything they can about the chosen one and where he or she is. They get jobs and blend in to their communities; they have even started new families while they are there.

So you want us to take Gabrielle and Rebecca on this mission? Kaila asks. Possibly to even die? They must finish their training here. They have just started their advanced studies.

The Elders will take care of any and all financial needs they will have. We will give them the best of everything. We have done this for the other parents that we sent out that had children. Though there have only been a few.


Kaila, Samuel says looking deep into his wife's eyes, we must do this. This is why I have been studying the scrolls so intently. I knew it would come to this. We will have a good life in the other realm and our girls will; they will become adepts of the highest caliber and when they have passed their finals they can join us.

Samuel, you’re not just telling me this, just to make me feel good about going are you?

No, my darling, I’m not. The girls will be fine, of that I’m sure. for them it will be a few years of intense studying, but for us it will be about nine years.

Elder Andros, how long do we have to give the elders an answer?

We’d like to know by the end of the week. As Samuel has just stated, time runs differently between our realms.

Samuel looks at his wife, is that good enough for you? We have a week to make up our minds and to get everything in order.

Yes, I think that will suffice. At least I’m not being rushed into it. Much.

Ok, Elder Andros, by the end of the week. But I need access to all of the original scrolls that the Elders have. That doesn’t mean that we’re going, but if anything, I might be able to find something that others have missed. I just need to see the originals.

That, we can do for you Samuel. I hope that you do find something we all have missed. I’ll also have copies of them for you to take with you. Even copies of all of the notes and manuscripts from those that went before you. The Elders will give you both all the help that we can.

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Are you sure this is the right family?

Yes, from what we found in the scrolls and the information that we have gathered since coming here this is the only family that it sould be.

But I can’t understand it, they‘re normal folk. They don’t have any magical abilities at all.

It may be that their powers haven't fully developed yet. but I'm sure that this is the right family.

What are we suppose to do? Watch them the rest of our lives?

If we have to my dear, then that is what we must do! If we don’t find the one that has been prophesized then the 'others' will, and you know what that means to these people and to our own.

Yes, the 'others' will enslave us all and destroy those that oppose them, then the worlds will be thrown into total chaos while they are being sucked dry.

We have been lucky in finding them as fast as we have. We were old when we were sent on this mission. We are also fortunate that we have lived this long. The others that were sent on this mission met unfortunate fates.

Who should we get to take our places?

That is not for us to decide. When the time comes for that, the Elders will find someone.

We must get back to the elders and tell them what we have found out. At least we can tell them that we found the right family.

This is where I'm planning to end the prologue. I know it seems like, or I should add a little more to this. Chapter One will open in their world with their girls. I hope those taking the time to read this will leave comment on how it is written and nit pick it to death. Just don't be cruel, if something is wrong with it, I want to hear about it. Okay, I'm pushing enter and let what I have written travel the electronic waves, hopefully to find those that will enjoy what I wrote.



Monday, November 19, 2012

Coming Back

hi, sorry i haven't written or really done anything for a while, but that's going to change finally. I think I might be making a come back or...something. It's hard to come back when you haven't gone anywhere.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

June 5, 2012

     To all my followers,
   I am really sorry that I haven't kept up on my blog. Hopefully that is all going to change. It's not that I've just forgotten about it or anything like that. I have been trying to learn how to write from a bunch of different books on writing and they kind of confused me. Plus i have bi-polar and I guess it's been getting me to procrastinate. (does spelling count on a blog?)
   I have been working on my book and doing research might have been too fun. I think i might have gone a bit overboard, because my laptop got real slow. I ended up dumping a lot of things onto a couple of memory sticks and deleting (oh I hate that word) a bunch of other thing that I hope I won't need later on.
   The other thing that has taken my attention away is that... that...(how to put this without bad words) hum..FACEBOOK GAMES. There, I said it! I played too many games and lost myself, for a while. I've stopped playing most of the games and let's see how just sticking with one or maybe two games goes.
   My story about The Wizard's Apprentice has been getting a face lift. I will be putting it up soon. So come back and see what happens. I have changed the characters names to make them fit better into the time period (if I can call it that.). If anyone has a problem with how to say them or if the names just don't seem to fit the characters let me know.
   Now, back to my book. I'd like to get people to write in and help explain or how to organize things. I know what I want to happen and mostly how I want it to happen, but I don't know how to organize it. I also need some people willing to read some of it. Some how I seem to have gone and write two beginnings. And I'm torn on which one to use. I've even thought of combining them. Some how I've also lost where I was going. As I read through what I've written. I see notes to myself. They say things like: add most description, do a better job on this, Oh, you know what you want here. LOL That last one really got to me. I forgot what I wanted there and I think it was something that I would normally think was no big deal. Because I don't want to waste time or break the roll I was on.
   Typing is not one of my strong points and when I get on a roll I don't want to break it with something I think I could easily put in later when I'm rereading it.
   Okay, that's it for now. I hope I can figure out how to put some pictures in here to make it look like the other blogs, but like everything else it comes with time.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Thank You for checking out my new blog dragonlordsthuoghts.
I started this to get my writing out there in the blogsphere. Although it may have some spelling and grammar mistakes I hope you will enjoy the things I post.
I've been thinking about making the apprentice stroy an ongoing thing. If you would like to see more of the wizard and dragon please leave a comment or contact me through email. dragonlond3564@yahoo,com Mayham and humor await these characters in the land of my warpped imagination. There will also be stories from The Mage, a book that I've been working on. Along with other ramblings of mine. Prolouges and story ideas that I'd Like to try out on people to get there feed back. Well, I'm off to slay another story. No, that's not what I meant to say. I'm off to create another story. Yeah, that's it.
At one point someone asked me if I thought I was god or a god. I stopped and thought about it for a while and came back with this little snipet. How did you know me without my sandles. Of course I think I'm god, but only to the characters I create for my stories in MY worlds. You see, I give them some rules to follow and then I give them free will to do as they please. There are of course the ones to try to take over the world or worlds that I create. Those would usually be the bad guys. lol
Bad guys. What would a world be without the bad guys. Better? Nah, I think not. The bad guy are like salt to food, or salt in a wound i forget which. They do add flavor to a story.
Then we have the good guys. Now I use guys just to make it so I don't have to keep typing guys/gals. I have nothing against gals.
The goods "guys" in my stories are there because we need them to fight the bad "guys". You know that.
Good vs Evil thing. It is a shame that other people and other creatures go thrown into the mix. But what can you do. That's the way life happens.
Okay, I guess that's enought of my rambling for now.
 Remember to leave a comment so I know how you like, or don't like the stories. and feel free to give me any ideas or thoughts on what you'd like to see happen.
Good writing to you all,

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

This is one of my stories that's not quite finished yet. I still need to clean it up, but I just couldn't wait to put some of my own work on this new blog. I hope you enjoy reading it. 

The Dragon Wizard’s Apprentice


Who’s the Wizard and Who’s the Apprentice

By F. A. Stigile Jr.


“You do know your going to have to start finding another mode of transportation don’t you?” the old man says to the dragon sitting on his shoulder with it’s tail wrapped around his neck.

“What do you mean by that remark?” the small dragon asks.

“Well, you are getting a little heavy. I’m mean um… I’m getting too old to be carrying such a fine dragon as yourself.” the old man stammers.

“Oh, in that case I’ll just fly around in circles above your head like a buzzard so all your enemies can see where you are.” the dragon says mocking.

“What? Now your threatening to give me to my enemies? Just because I asked you to gave my poor ole’ back a break.” the old says man with hurt in his voice. “How did I ever get myself mixed up with a creature like you I’ll never know.

“You can’t remember because the magic has fried your brains, that’s why. I keep telling you, you- don’t- have- to- go- full -out when you’re casting all the time. That’s what control means.” the dragon drawls out the word control.

“Have you seen the beasties and things I’ve been fighting lately? Oh, I guess you have. You’ve been sitting on my shoulder all this time.” the old man says.

“Look if you think I wanted to go on these adventures with you, your nuttier than… than… what food do your people eat that has a lot of nuts in it? Oh yeah, nut bread? Nooo fruit cake! That’s it. You’re nuttier than a fruitcake. Especially the way your mother use to make it. I use to ask her why she called it fruitcake when it was mostly nuts.” says the dragon.

“You leave my mother out of this you damn worm! My mother was a good woman and she fed us very well. The reason why she used to use so many nuts was that they are full of energy and have lots of fiber. She said that armies traveled on fruitcake years ago. I wish I had some of my mom’s fruitcake right now.” the old man says reminiscently. “That was damn fine fruitcake.”

“Here, let me check your pack. I think there still might be some in there somewhere. That stuff could last a lifetime and it wouldn’t go bad.” says the dragon sarcastically.

“Well, you’re right about that. She use to brush it five time a day for a month with my dad’s dark rum and honey. You could get a full belly and drunk at the same time.” he says remembering fondly.

“Do you think we can stop and eat. I’m getting hungry talking about food.” asks the dragon.

“Why don’t you go fly off and do some hunting while I find a place to set up camp for the night. There should be a stream up ahead, that’ll be a good place.” the old man says.

“Alright, and Galder…I’m sorry I brought up your mother. I shouldn’t have done that.” says the dragon.

“That’s okay Curan, I’m sorry I called you fat.” says Galder.

“You didn’t call me fat!” says Curan.

“Well, I implied it.” whispered Galder

Curan flies off to find some game and Galder finds a clearing in a corps of pines to set up camp. After camp is set-up and Galder has the fire going nicely Curan returns with a small wild piglet.

“You must be slipping or the games sparse around here.” says Galder.

“Neither, I already ate already, thank you. And I took the time to clean your supper too.” Curan says showing Galder the already dressed piglet. “I hope it won’t be too tough for an old man like yourself.”

“Are you going to start that again? What are you trying to do? Upset my stomach so you can make a pig out of yourself.” Galder say with a smile and starts to chuckle. “You get it… pig.”

Galder starts laughing at his own joke and Curan just sits there staring at him.

“You must have found some of that fruitcake after all.” says Curan with a deadly look in his eyes.

Galder stops laughing and spit’s the piglet on a green stick he found while gathering the fire wood. While looking at Curan he props it up against a rock to cook.

“Ah damn, here we go again.” Galder says

They sit looking at each other from across the fire not a word to each other, until they hear a noise in the woods. They look around trying to find where the noise came from and then they look at each other. Galder holds up two fingers indicating plan two. Curan knows what this means and slinks away into the woods so he’s not seen and flies to a branch in the canopy of trees. Galder keeps cooking his piglet, basting it with a mixture of spices steeped in hot water. The smells are enticing and he can’t wait for it to be done. Then he hears footsteps coming toward him. Whoever or whatever it is, their not trying to be quiet anymore. The footsteps aren’t rushed like the sound of someone attacking. Suddenly the figure of a woman can be seen just out of the light from the fire.

“Do you have any extra for a weary traveler? She asks.

“Come into the light and show yourself first. I’d like to see who I might be dining with or killing, before I answer that question.” Galder says.

The woman steps into the firelight. Galder looks at the woman and says, ”You’re not a woman at all, you’re just a child.”

“I’m not a child, I’m seventeen.” she says as she stamps her foot and tries to stand taller. “They wouldn’t be trying to marry off a child to the old miller, would they?”

“Ahh,” Galder says nodding his head knowingly. “You’re a run away, are you?”

“Ooh, aren’t we the big bad wizard,” Curan says from a branch above the girl’s head. “Just ask her to sit down, before she falls down. I bet she hasn’t eaten for a couple of days. Running away from the voice over her head, the girl rushes to the fire and sits down next to Galder and looking around for the voice, then she says, “I had some berries this morning and some tubers at lunch time. My mother raised me proper she did. I’ve been learnin’ how to forage the forests since I was little.”

“But you haven’t learned how to hunt yet, is that it?” Curan says from his perch.

“Now who’s trying to act big?” says Galder. “The biiig all knowing dragon, huh? Don’t worry about him child. He’s got a full belly and he’s just grumpy that he had to fly up in the trees instead of curling up next to the fire to sleep it off.”

“That’s a lie. I flew up there to guard you back.” he says defensively. “Admit it.”

“Well,” Galder chuckles. “Yeah, you do guard my back well. Here girl, have a shank of roast piglet.” he cuts off the rear leg of the piglet and hands it to her. “Tell me if it’s done.”

The girl takes the offered shank and bits into it with relish, “Mmmmm,” she says around a mouthful of meat, with juices dripping down her chin she says, “This is delicious.”

“Thank you, my own recipe. Took me years to perfect.” says Galder with pride.

They sit there eating. Occasionally Galder throws Curan the bones from his meal.

“You’re right girl,” Curan says. “He’s out done himself this time. I’ll admit that.”

“Would you like my bones too Mr. Dragon?” she asks.

“Yes, thank you. And you can call me Curan. The only Mister I know around is that old coot sitting over there.” he says teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I get. I’m old, your fat, and she’s not a child. What a group we make.” Galder says. “Well child, do you want to sleep near the fire with us? Or are you planning on leaving after the evening meal? Because if you’re staying, I’ll have to dig out another bedroll for you. If you’re leaving, I’ll say goodbye now. I think it’s time we get some sleep. The sun rises early in these parts. Well, the sun rises early anywhere.”

“You just hate getting up in the morning.” And to the girl he say,” I hope you stay, it’s fun watching him go thru that pack of his. You know, one time he fell in trying to get something from the bottom of it,” Curan says chuckling. “The only reason he get’s up at all is the sun gets in his eyes and wakes him up.”

“I’d like to stay the night,” she says. “I mean, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, sure, let me get you a bedroll,” says Galder as he starts to rummage through his pack. Then he asks. “What is your name child? I can’t rightly say, Hey you, every time I want you. Can I?”

“I’m terribly sorry, my names… my name is…oh dear,” she stammers.

“Come here girl,” Galder say calmly, “let me have a look at you.”

She walks around the fire to Galder and kneels down next to him. Galder feels her head and finds a large bump on the back of her head. She winces from the contact. He also finds that the girl isn’t really human at all, but an elf.

“Hummmm,” Galder says. “I see, I see. Let’s make a poultice for your head to get the swelling to go down, then I want you to sleep with it wrapped around your head. I’ll moisten it through the night or change it as needed. Here, chew on these leaves. They’ll help you sleep, but don’t swallow the leaves, just the juice. Before you fall asleep just spit them into the fire. Okay?, Curan and I will go get some more water. We’ll only be a few minutes.”

Curan hops up on Galder’s shoulder for the walk to the stream,

“So, what do you want to talk to me about without the girl hearing us talk about her?” asks Curan.

“Do you know of any Elven villages around here within a few day walk?” Galder asks.

“Hmmm? Yes I believe there is one, but it’s a weeks hard travel from here,” Curan says.

“That sounds about right. I think we have ourselves a lost elf. I say lost because of the large bump on her head.” Galder says. “and not a runaway, well maybe not a runaway.”

“Why do I have this awful feeling that we’re taking a trip to the Elven village?’ Curan says.

“We don’t have anything better to do and anyway, it’s been a long time since we were there last. It’ll be nice to see them again. What’s it been, about a hundred years or so. You know elves don’t change that much in a hundred years,” says Galder.

Galder scoops up some water in his pot and they head back to camp. Both lost in their own thoughts. When they get back to camp. Galder starts to prepare the poultice while Curan talks to the girl.

“where do you come from girl, if you don‘t mind me asking?

My village is a few days travel from here, it’s call RiversBend.

Don’t you think your parents are worried about you? I mean, if one of my hatchings went missing, I’d worry about them.

Yeah, they might be. But I can’t go back there to marry the miller. What I really want is to travel and find out what else life has to offer. I mean, life is good there and all, but there just seems that there’s something that I’m missing.

Oh, you have a wandering spirit huh?

I guess you could say that.

Where are your things? Or did you leave the village like that?

I had a pack with me, but I lost it when I fell down an embankment two nights ago. Something woke me and I … um… got scared and ran with my pack, leaving my bedroll. I figured I’d circle back for it, but I got lost in the dark and then fell.

I understand. Don’t worry, we’ll take you home and then up can rest, heal up and then try again. It’s always good to have a home base where you can do those sort of things and have people to come home to when the traveling is done.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Testing, this thing on? Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Supernatural and Non-supernatural beings. Welcome to the first of many blogs. I started blogging to be able to show my stories in a public forum. The main reason for this is to get feedback and to improve my writing. I hope you enjoy my stories and maybe...just maybe I can entertain you with my spelling and grammar mistakes.