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It might be a bit longer before I post the next story. I have one story, possibly two that are already partly written before I post the next story. Sorry for the wait.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I wouldn’t call myself a source as far as plots and scenes but do have one thing to say
Additionally, I feel like I’m forcing my characters to do something without actually letting them decide
This sounds like you don’t know your characters well enough. Maybe work a little more on character development and getting comfy in your character cloak. When you know how your character feels, often the scene will feel like it’s writing itself, at least for me. I often have a general idea of how I want the scene to go, then let my character take over the show, nudging them in the correct direction.
Anyways, that’s all I got. Probably not helpful, but in case it slightly is, I’ll still post this.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)…
So… the first draft of Guardian Angels I literally started writing while waiting for a piano lesson, and I had no idea what I was doing. I still have no idea honestly. Apparently, my idea of ‘first draft’ is wing it.
And I currently only get motivation from my characters and someone very special so I have a lot of unfinished things…
Sorry, don’t think I am qualified to help even if I could.
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Another sign find. Immediately thought of you XD
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Here is my expertly made pronunciation guide:
That is the BEST pronunciation guide I’ve ever seen! lol
oh, i like it!
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)…What? Lol 😂
Baron is a little delirious rn.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Question Baron just asked in the story I’m writing: “Are an onion a bird or a mammal?” (please excuse his grammar). Things are about to get interesting…
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Glad you liked it!
She won’t be in the next story, just warning you, but Max, Ruby, and Rya will be returning. Story after that, Jenna will be returning with Ken.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I have decided to keep Baron in this rp for now.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@ellette-giselle @whalekeeper @keilah-h @hybridlore
Story #7
Jenna
Jenna Handel pulled her fur-lined cloak closer about her as a cold wind blew. The country of Rand was well-known for its chilling winters, along with her sister country, Albandra.
“Are you alright, Miss?” Ken, her body guard, asked.
“Yes, only slightly chilled, thank you.”
“If you want, Miss, you could wait in one of the shops while I send for Ben. You will be safely out of the wind in the carriage.”
“Oh, I’m fine Ken. It’s only a short walk to Mr. Pennylets’s shop. I can handle the cold for a moment. You should be less worried about me and more about the poor people who have no house to find refuge in.” Jenna looked to the side. There, across the street from Jenna and Ken was a group of homeless people, wrapped in old blankets and rags, gathered around a small fire trying to keep warm. “The poor dears. I would never survive as well as they do. Some even children.” Her eyes alighted upon a mother and two young boys, huddled together under one blanket.
“One blanket won’t be enough for a mother and two children to keep warm.”
Jenna looked around as she heard the quiet mutter. “Ken? Did you say something?”
“No, Miss.”
Jenna looked across the street again, seeing a young man, tall and thin with hair like frosty snow drop down lightly from a rooftop. He unwrapped a blanket from around his shoulders and gave it to the mother, along with a few little coins, and a small loaf of bread.
One of the men sitting around the fire grumbled that he could use those coins better than the mother and her children. The young man with white hair turned towards him. “A child’s life is something too often under-valued. Watch your tongue.”
With that, the man sprang up back onto the roof, perched on the edge above them, watching the man with warry eyes as the hungry children devoured the bread.
Jenna walked across the street, Ken eyeing the strangers around the fire warily, tensed at the ready to protect his charge. Jenna peered up at the man perched on the roof. “What’s your name, good sir?”
“Don’t call me good.” The lower half of the man’s face was covered by a light blue scarf that he held up with his hand. A wind blew about him, and he shivered for he only wore an old thin jacket, gloves, and his scarf to keep him warm.
“What is your name? And do come down out of the way of the wind.”
“Brutus and I can’t get out of the wind’s way.”
“Why not?” Jenna was confused. All he had to do was jump down from the roof and huddle by the fire.
“The wind follows me.”
“Are you a Wind Charmer then? I’m an Earth Seedling.”
“Good for you, good day Miss.” Brutus rose from his place on the rooftop, and before Jenna could stop him, he was gone.
Jenna turned her eyes away and reached out a gloved hand to the mother, a kind and gentle smile on her face. “On the streets is no place for children, come with me. What are your names?”
“Mine be Bell, mum, and these two be Daniel and David,” the mother replied.
“Strong names for fine boys! Come, my family is in want of a maid. We will house you and take care of your children if you accept.”
Bell grasped her hands together. “Thank the Lord! Yes, mum, gladly!”
Jenna munched on a teacake, nestled comfortably by the fireplace in her home that evening. Ken sat silently across from her, listening to her talk about the man they had met that day as she ate the cake. “He was different Ken, I know he was. I doubt he was a thief, or a criminal of any kind. Thieves are selfish, murderers have no care for human life. I’m sure he was driven to the streets by some unfortunate event. The poor man.” She munched on the cake again for a bit. “I don’t understand why he left so abruptly. I understand that he didn’t want to come down from the rooftop so that he wouldn’t chill the others with his wind, but why did he have to leave the rooftop? He had no blanket, he was cold. I’m also almost sure that he gave all his money and food to that woman and her children.” She fell silent in thought for a short time before speaking again. “If he doesn’t find somewhere or something to keep him warm, he could die this winter.” She was silent again for a time, before suddenly looking up at Ken. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“I don’t understand why you are so worried about this man,” Ken replied, face devoid of emotion.
“Ken! Have you been listening to me?”
“Yes, Miss Jenna,” Ken leaned forward in his seat, a line forming between his eyebrows. “But this man is young, and you saw him to be nimble. He could easily find a job. How do you know that he was really homeless is the first place?”
“His clothes! They were dirty. The only thing mostly clean was his face and scarf.”
“Maybe he is a man who doesn’t care too much about being clean. Such people do exist, Miss.”
“Why did he have a blanket and not a warmer jacket?”
“Maybe he misplaced his other jacket and so used a blanket, or his jacket was being repaired by a seamtress.”
“That’s a bit of a stretch, Ken.”
“I know, Miss, but you must stop worrying about him so. He is a young man still. He will find a way to survive. Forget about him.”
Jenna sighed. “I guess so. You’re probably right, Ken. Alright, shall we talk about how good this teacake is?”
Ken nodded, “If it would improve your spirits and you wish to do so, Miss.”
“It would greatly improve my spirits, especially if you would try one with me.”
“If you wish, Miss.”
The pair of horses snorted and pranced in place. The carriage driver held tight to the reins, speaking to the horses in calming tones. Within a few minutes, the great doors to the Handel mansion opened, and Jenna came out, with Ken in tow. Ken opened the carriage door and helped her in, before getting in himself and sitting across from her. “Ben, will you take us to the house of the Jenson’s? Mrs. Jenson isn’t feeling very well.”
“Yes, Miss,” The carriage driver replied. With a word, the pair of fine chestnut horses pulled the carriage forward, down the mansion driveway and onto the street.
By the time Jenna and Ken left the Jenson’s, darkness had set in. Jenna stared out the window into the dimly lit streets, watching the dim scenes roll slowly past as she talked to Ken. “I think Mrs. Jenson will recover just fine. It’s only a small cold and she’s already feeling better. Her kids seemed to like you a lot.”
“I brought them candy.”
Jenna looked at her body guard. He was a man broad in the shoulders, and bound with muscles hidden underneath his dark brown jacket. His blond hair was short, only about half an inch long. His bluish grey eyes usually didn’t show much emotion. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he was the type to bring candy to children and play with them while his charge tended to their mother. Jenna smiled. “That was very nice of you.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
“You’re welcome.” Jenna looked back out the window, before suddenly calling out, “Ben, can we stop?”
“Yes, Miss.” Ben pulled the reins, halting the horses.
“What is it Miss Jenna?” Ken asked as Jenna rose from her seat and went to step out of the carriage, “Excuse me, Miss, but I should help you down.”
“I’m quite capable of getting out of a carriage on my own, Ken. I merely thought I saw someone.”
“There are many people out on the streets, Miss. Some of them are dangerous.”
“That it why I have you, dear Ken.” Jenna stepped onto the cobblestone road, giving a smile back to him. Her bodyguard followed her onto the street as she walked towards a fire lit in an alleyway. A soft breeze played with her light brown hair. As they neared the fire, Ken saw a face half covered by a scarf, lit by the light of the flames, hair white. It looked like the young man that they had seen two weeks ago.
“Brutus? Is that you?”
The man, whose eyes had been on the flames, looked up. “Yes, my name is Brutus. Who are you?” His green eyes looked Jenna and Ken over. The breeze turned into a wind, swirling about and playing with the fire.
“I’m Jenna Handel, the daughter of Dr. Duke Handel. This is my bodyguard, Ken.”
“What do you want with me? Where did you learn my name?”
Ken noted the man’s defensiveness and slight paranoia in his eye.
“You told us your name two weeks ago, and I saw you and wanted to say hello,” Jenna smiled kindly.
Brutus seemed confused. “When did I…” Remembrance flooded into his expression and the almost paranoid look fled. “Oh, that’s right.”
“I’ve been worrying about you, how have you been?” Jenna sat down by the fire, with little regard for how her skirts would get dirty. Ken remained standing behind her.
“It isn’t your business to worry about me.”
“Maybe not, but I still did.”
As they had talked, Brutus had kept his scarf over his nose and mouth. Now, he dropped it. Something in Jenna’s kind and gentle tone caused a wall to crumble. “I’ve been doing fine.”
“Why are you out here may I ask? Don’t you have a home of some kind?”
A tinge of sorrow leaped into the young man’s face. “No, I lost my home.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. May I ask how?”
“Fire,” came the quiet response.
“Do you have family who can take you in?”
Brutus turned his face away from Jenna. “Granny died.”
Jenna looked sympathetically at Brutus. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Can you rebuild?” Jenna’s hopeful tone made Brutus turn to look at her again.
“No, I don’t have money, and I can’t even if I did.”
“Don’t you have a job?”
Brutus shrugged. “I run errands every once in a while for people to get pocket change, but I can’t hold a permanent job.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.” The scarf went back up over his nose and mouth. The wall was rebuilt.
“There’s no way you just can’t. There must be a reason.” Jenna pressed.
“I just can’t,” Brutus insisted.
“But there has to be a reason!” Jenna pressed further.
Ken had always noticed that in some ways, Miss Jenna was like a little child with the amount of questions she asked. It was no surprise that she asked so many, her father had always encouraged her to wonder.
Brutus rose. “The Bloodsilver is after me, they burned my house. I can’t hold a job because then they would find me, and do it all over again. That’s the reason! Are you happy?” Brutus called upon a wind and blew out the fire. Even with the fire out, Ken and Jenna could still see him by the silver sheen that his hair gave off in the moonlight.
The Bloodsilver! The dreaded mafia organization in Albandra who was steadily gaining control in that country and partly in Rand as well now. Many people had tried to take them down, even the elves of Loria, but all had failed. The Princess of Loria herself, they say, almost became a victim of their assassin. “I’m sorry, Brutus. Is there any way I can help?” Her genuine care, while it was too dark to see much of her face, shone in the tone of her voice.
Brutus turned his back towards her. “I’m fine.” The muffled sound of his voice through the scarf made his statement sound false.
“No, you’re not.” Jenna sighed. “If you ever need something, food, a blanket, anything, come to the Handel Mansion, okay?”
“I’ll think about it.” With that, Brutus was gone, leaving behind only a puff of wind, the smell of smoke from his dead fire, and the streak of his silver hair, disappearing from sight.
Jenna sighed again, getting up from the ground with the help of Ken’s hand. “Let’s go home Ken.”
“You were right, Miss.”
“Right about what exactly?” Jenna asked, slightly confused.
“We should worry about him.”
It had been a few days since Jenna had met Brutus in the city and spoken to him. She sat at her piano in the evening, her graceful fingers gliding over the keys in a gentle and sweet song. The wind howled about the house strongly that evening, and the fires in the mansion were built high against the cold outside. Her father was out, as was usual, traveling to tend to some sick nobleman far away from home, and her mother had gone with him. The only ones to keep her company now were Ken and the servants. The servants now were busy about their evening duties and eating their own supper while Ken sat in a chair beside the piano, silently listening to Jenna play as he peered out the window into the night.
It was as he listened that he suddenly started up from his chair. Jenna stopped her playing. “What is it?”
“That man, Brutus, has come.”
“How do you know?”
“I just saw a line of silver go for the door.”
Sure enough, the door rang. “Don’t bother about that, Mr. Whenther, I’ll get it myself,” Jenna called out before the butler had time to answer the door. Jenna’s skirts swished around her as she rose from her seat at the piano and went for the door with a bit of haste. Ken, as usual, trailed behind her like an unshakable shadow.
Sure enough, Brutus was at the door, shivering from the cold.
“Brutus. Come in and get warm,” she stepped to the side, invitingly motioning inside the door. Brutus entered and stood awkwardly off to the side, his arms wrapped around him. “Come and sit by the fire.” Brutus followed Jenna, sitting in one of the large chairs by the blazing fire. Ken threw a blanket around his shoulders. “What do you need?” Jenna asked, looking into his green eyes with her own.
“Mostly warmth,” he replied.
“What else?”
“I’m…kinda hungry.”
“Bell!”
The maid appeared as her mistress called for her. “Will you get Brutus something to eat? And ask Mary to pack something to take with him when he leaves.”
Bell bowed. “Yes, Miss, I would be grateful to.” Bell turned and left.
“Do you remember her?” Jenna asked Brutus.
Brutus thought for a moment, then shook his head.
“She has two boys, and she used to live out on the streets. You gave her your blanket to help them keep warm, along with a loaf of bread and a few coins.”
Brutus thought back for a moment, before a sparkle of recognition came to his eyes. “I’m glad she found employment. Is she happy?”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
Bell soon returned bearing a bowl of steaming soup, giving it to Brutus
Brutus thanked her as he took it, before hesitating. Finally, he asked, “Are you happy here?”
Bell looked at him with a smile. “Yes, very much so, sir. My two boys be fine and healthy now. Thank you for your kindness.”
Brutus sipped on the soup. “Don’t thank me. It was the least I could do to make up for the mistakes I’ve made.” Brutus looked into the fire with deep tones of regret written in his face.
“Will that be all, Miss?” Bell asked.
“Yes, for now. Thank you, Bell.”
“My pleasure, Miss.” Bell bowed and left.
Jenna sat down in the chair across from Brutus. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve made many mistakes, done so many horrible things. By helping people, I hope that I can die with at least a small amount of knowledge that I was for a fraction of my life a blessing instead of a curse to others.”
Jenna stared at Brutus. He was a young man, who couldn’t be older than thirty. Why did he talk so? Why did he talk as if he was an older man, who had lived a long life full of regrets and now was trying to make up for it as if he would die next week? He sounded like a man who had lost hope in life. “Do you know God? Immanuel?”
Brutus sipped on the soup again. “I’ve been told about Him,”
“But do you know Him?”
“I know who He is.”
“Does He dwell in your heart? Have you had His forgiveness and mercy?”
“With what I have done, there is no forgiveness,” The hopeless look in Brutus’s eyes made Jenna feel pity for him.
“But there is no one who is beyond His forgiveness. No one.”
Brutus met her eyes. “I have killed ninety-three people. Is there still forgiveness for me?”
At Brutus’s words, Ken moved more protectively towards Jenna, alert.
Jenna didn’t skip a beat. “Yes! Yes of course there still is!”
Brutus shook his head. “That sounds too good to be true.”
“But it is true! Accept his forgiveness and mercy Brutus!” Jenna tightly clasped her hands in her lap, leaning forward in her chair towards him in desperation.
“Maybe another time, when I’m more worthy.”
“But now is the time! Don’t wait, there’s no reason to. He will take you as you are! He doesn’t care how broken, how sinful, how vile you may be, He will take you into His fold, and heal you.”
“Words spoken by someone who couldn’t hurt the tiniest of creatures.” Brutus shook his head. “You can’t understand the depths of my sin.”
Jenna rose form her seat suddenly. “I’ll be right back.” She left, and soon returned with a book. “You can read, can’t you?”
Brutus nodded.
Jenna handed him the leather-bound book. “If you don’t believe me, then maybe you’d benefit from reading His words for yourself.”
Brutus set down his soup, taking the book. He opened it randomly and peered at the page. Then he closed it, offering it back to Jenna. “Keep it, this book would end up destroyed. I can’t shelter it from rain or weather.”
Jenna reluctantly took it back. “I’ll find a little pocket version to go in your pouch then,” Jenna resolved, having noticed the odd pouch strapped to Brutus’s hip. As she said this, Ken dug in one of his own pockets, taking out a small book.
“I believe this is what you meant, Miss,” He gave Brutus the book, as Jenna’s young features lit with joy.
“Oh, thank you, Ken!”
Brutus smiled his thanks as he unbuckled his pouch and slid the little book into it. Jenna made him promise that he’d read it.
Brutus didn’t stay too long afterward. Jenna gave him a bit of food for the next day along with a warm jacket before he disappeared into the night.
Jenna watched the silver sheen of his hair fade away, before gently closing the door. Turning back to Ken, she asked, “Do you think he’ll read it?”
“I hope so, Miss, I truly do.”
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)What do you mean by that?
If I answered, I’d become the enemy of a lot of people.
First off, we do not worship Mary, and I do not believe there is any denomination that does for that matter! And building a statue or praying to her is not a form of worship at all! People build statues for many great people through out history, are the people who built those statues worshiping them like gods? No! Neither do we with Mary! We specifically teach that we do not worship her, and just honor her! We build those statues (and saint statues) to remember and honor their faith. And about praying to her, we pray for her to pray for us. We ask her to pray for us, in our prayer, the Hail Mary, we say. “Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with you.” as in, she couldn’t have done ANY of this if the Lord was not with her! “Holy Mary, mother of God, PRAY for us sinners,” We are simply asking in the only way we can for her to prayer for us. And that is the only way we can talk to Mary, through prayer.
I consider praying a form of worship, but putting that aside, where in the Bible does it talk about praying to Mary or any other saint? And by Bible I mean the original 66 books, not the extra ones in the Catholic faith, since putting my personal faith aside, those books are controversial.
Plus, you can find pictures of the pope bowing to statues of Mary. Try and tell me that that isn’t worship.
I don’t mean to be rude, and I hope you understand! (Sorry if I did come off as rude)
No, if anything I am the one who will sound rude.
At the end of the day, I doubt either one of us will sway the other and this conversation will eventually merely turn into a heated argument.
Oh, could you tell me how?
My grandfather and his second wife hate Calvinism with a passion. I do not wish to go into any further details besides the entire thing in the past couple years paired with the death of someone very close to my heart caused a rift between God and I that I am still trying to fix.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)How big is your church? (if you go to church.)
The church I attend is rather small (less than 50 people) but we’ve been slowly growing the past couple years so maybe eventually the pews won’t be so empty.
What is one thing you disagree/don’t understand with a different denomination?
Oh dear, there is an entire list of things I disagree with.
Mostly what I don’t understand with different denominations is how people can read their Bibles and still believe what they believe.
What is your opinion on Mary?
A normal woman chosen by God to give birth to His Son. She is definitely special because of this fact, but she is not perfect, nor is she holy. She has no spiritual powers and to pray to her is a direct violation of the Ten Commandments to not worship any other god. I know people will say that praying to Mary and making statues of her doesn’t count as raising her up as another god to worship but people treat her as if she is or is even greater than Jesus Himself. Making statues of her and praying to her is a form of worship.
What is one thing you don’t understand about your own denomination?
Quite a few things actually, but i think most of them I will either never understand, partly understand or fully understand at some point, since they are God’s mysteries and if He wants me to know and understand, He will make it happen.
Do you have (or did you ever have) a friend that has (or had) a negative impact on your faith?
Not that i can think of.
I’ve had family members, but my friend group has mostly been of the attitude that each of us believe a little something different.
Where do you usually go for a place to pray to God? (It could be your favorite place, either inside or outside your own home.)
I pray anywhere anytime. Obviously, most the time i do it in my head so i don’t disturb anyone by talking out loud in the grocery store. I wear a ring everyday to remind me to pray, especially for certain people.
If your friend ever has a question about God, how do you answer?
Well, I used to work at some stables and my coworkers were not Christians and one day two sisters starting asking me about God because they knew I was a Christian. I don’t remember what I said exactly, but I didn’t start from the correct place. I started with Jesus I think, and that’s a pretty good point, but these people didn’t even understand who God was. If I was to relive that moment, I’d begin by setting up who God is, the sovereign Creator. I’d probably begin at Genesis, then skip to the Gospels.
Do you believe that God created everything, or that evolution had a hand?
God created everything. I do believe in microevolution but not macroevolution. There is a big difference.
What are your plans to grow in the faith?
Obviously read my Bible more and pray. Also spending more time with other Christians and talking about my faith would be good. I also one day what to read The Institutes but that book is thicker than a Bible and I don’t have the time to plough through it rn.
And finally, how do you feel on calling Christianity, a faith? (… I totally didn’t get this last one based on a friendly argument some people had… *cough cough)
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good report. Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.” -Hebrews 11:1-3
I think I’d call it a faith but I can see why some might not.
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#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I really want to get it, but do you think my parents will worry about me if I do?
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