writing without topic

I don’t have a topic in mind, but sometimes, you touch on some whilst writing away. That is what I am doing today. Just writing, not giving a rat’s ass about what comes to mind. I wanted to write a short story, again dealing with a character already presented in The Crystal Tower: Edelix, but nothing came to mind, and what did, I could not write about. I do have some great ideas, but the time isn’t right. I want to write stories set in the same universe that broaden the universe set in The Crystal Tower; Edelix, but I cannot broaden the universe at the time, it would give the plot away. Only when in have a set success will I do more, because then I would not spoil certain things for someone who has not read the book. Now, I do state in every short story set in the universe of The Crystal Tower: Edelix that the stories are independent, but I will not deliberately talk of an event further into the plot because I don’t want to spoil the course of events.

            As of now, I have not cut sales for the book. I am editing once more, and I just haven’t gotten to doing that yet. Procrastination maybe. But aside from that, this run-through of the story is coming along well. I am maturing the story, some things have been removed, while others remain. What once was a good book, is now better. I like the story written this way, mature, without lack of experience. I should be done relatively soon, but it is a process that takes time. The books I have sold are minimal, and I am relieved by this. My reason is my own.

            As for the kindle version of The Crystal Tower: Edelix, I have postponed work on it. I will resume the endeavor as soon as I am done with this edit. I have only briefly seen and read the steps to formatting for kindle. it seems somewhat intimidating, but I will tackle one step at a time. I really want to format for kindle, I feel it would be a major accomplishment, and a greater success.

            I guess this is all I have to say, I am distracted with the work set for me.


An Urge To Write

            I see better with words.

            I’m a firm believer that words are a source of power. I don’t say it because I am a writer. Rather, I say this because I have witnessed. There have been many times words were used for power, many examples that lead one to see clearly why words are so influential. Take a president’s words to his country. They carry weight, they carry importance, and they carry power. If the president were to say “we go to war”, then we go to war. (Mind you, I am not stating I am a political genius, I am far from it, but it is an example that came to mind.) Yes, influential men can bring about the course of action, but his words will embolden our spirits, or crush them completely.

            There are countless examples through the course of time. Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln. This list is so diverse, made up of men and women, heroes, legacies, I could never finish this blog, and I have not even begun the topic.

            I have an urge to write. It is a desire that keeps me together. I need to write, it is as consuming as my need to feed. Somewhat dramatic, but true none the less. I find that without writing, I do not stimulate my mind, and it brings boredom, desperation and lack of appetite for anything.  I feel lost in a world of black.

            I love writing. But it was not always so. Back when I was kid, I was horrible at school. Surprisingly, I always had good grades, not the best, but good. It’s is comforting to know that I was not some idiot bound for nothing but trouble. Aside from self-pity, it did not begin with writing. I lived reading. The first chapter book I finished from beginning to end was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I read the book in Spanish, and I was captivated by what I read. I then read The Chamber of Secrets and The Prisoner of Azkaban, in Spanish. I loved those books. Anyway, I learnt English by watching Harry Potter but I won’t give the series all the credit. I actually learnt more from watching The Two Towers on VHS on a daily basis for almost a year.

            But that is another story, another topic.

            I began writing a while ago. I always had an aptitude for creative writing, and I fared well with writing in general. And for a long time, I thought about The Crystal Tower. I wanted to write what I had in my mind. I tried several time, and each was unsuccessful. But at last, I had the premise, and the catalyst. Together, they helped me write my story. But that is also another story.

            Nowadays, I read constantly, and I write constantly. There are occasions when I need to do other things, I am a human being, but for me, there is nothing better than to sit and read something, or write something. It is an urge that I must follow.

Heart of Darkness

A short story independent of The Crystal Tower universe. A sole entry I hope you enjoy!


If mature in Darkness, then trustworthy is not,

But trust will get me nowhere…

If mature in Darkness, where there is no light,

Then guide me, you are Hope and I am blind.


The endless realm of Solitude.


Her eyes fought to find the light, the Hope she desperately needed. But the fight was futile, riddled in desperate attempts and fruitless endeavors. In the midst of that consuming dread, the harmony in her heart weakened with every heartbeat, and left it awash with sadness. A chaos that destroyed her sweet memories. Fear poisoned her essence.

In Darkness, where there is no Light, she stumbled to the ground and cried.

The salty taste of her tears was the catalyst that crumbled her desire to live. Such loneliness should not condemn any soul. The nature of such solitude was unknown to her. She knew only happiness, love. But like the shattering of glass, it all fell apart. Now, she remained in such void, where there was no past, present or future.

The girl lay, her tears never stalled, for an eternity. But after one eternity of such misery, she gave way to madness, her mind was lost, it would never come back. Her memories were gone, like burnt ashes that were swept by the wind. In the final eternity, she lost herself. She was no more.

And from the ashes that were her memories, there grew a presence. It matured in Darkness, and in Darkness remained. The Heart of Darkness awoke, the melody it was greeted brought forth an emotion it could not bear. It brought forth pain, a pain unlike any.

The presence took a step forward. “Why do you cry?” it asked in a voice that echoed, startling the lost soul.

“I no longer remember why I cry, I only remember the sorrow I feel,” the girl answered, now sitting on the ground.

The girl tried desperately to find the source of the voice, the presence that had spoken. A fear came forth, the unknown entity sat in front of the girl, seeing her features even in the dark. A most beautiful Angel sat before it.

“What are you?” the little girl asked.

“I was born from this Darkness and I heard you crying. It made my heart ache.”

“How can I trust you of you were born from that which I cannot escape?”

“Where do you want to escape?”

“I do not know.”

“Then take my hand, I am the Heart of Darkness, I am the memories you have forgotten.”

“But if you are memories, then you are no heart!”

“The heart keeps the greatest memories.”

“But you are Darkness, not Light!”

“Then trust will not be enough.”

“No,” the little girl answered.

She took the entities hand. If such memories matured in Darkness, then they were Hope.

“Is this trust?” the entity asked.

“No, you are hope, and I am blind.”

“Then I will guide you to the afterlife, and together, we can play games in paradise. You see the light?” the entity asked.

The little girl looked forward, and at a distance away, she found what she sought, she found the light.

She turned to the entity, a boy her age.

The boy smiled a sweet smile. “Your death will ache in your mother’s heart.”

The little girl smiled and nodded twice. She looked forward, and together, they walked to the Light, to play in paradise for all eternities combined.

Copyright © 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved. 

Regarding my Mythos

            The Evolution of Darkness.

            Long ago, I was captivated by an idea. Ten or so years. And they have been quite long. But not long enough. Why I say time has not been my greatest ally is because I want more time, I want to further explore the inner workings of my mind. I am so young, 19 may be a number high into someone’s life. But considering how much I have lived, it’s not so much. And when you consider how much you have to live overall, it’s not enough to live. So, time is not our ally.

            Regardless of the time I have lived, I couldn’t sit on the edge, waiting for the right time. For the perfect time to delve into my story. I couldn’t deal with bottling so much, I cannot. So, I started writing my book.

            But I don’t want to talk about time and bottled thoughts. No, I wanted to talk about my mythos.

            The Evolution of Darkness is a concept that intrigued me quite a lot. I have always admired darkness, the theme, the idea. So when it came to writing my book, I knew I wanted to portray my idea of darkness. I didn’t come up with my mythos before I started writing. I came up with the mythos once I had finished the book.

            But what is “The Evolution of Darkness”? Simply put, it is the battle that leads to the cleansing of sin. The Crystal Tower: Edelix is the begging of the battle against the Darkness, although I do not delve deeply into the mythology behind the idea. The Crystal Tower: Edelix is, per say, an introduction. I want to introduce several concepts, and leave loose ends. Those loose ends I have left are not relevant to the plot line of The Crystal Tower: Edelix. Rather, they are there because some things I cannot reveal just yet. It would compromise a great legend. Instead, these loose ends are minor, they are not noticed, and therefore, will not hinder the story. But there are some loose ends that have a greater impact. These loose ends are meant, and they are there because I want to tie them in the sequels.

            The Evolution of Darkness is something I believe to be astounding and rather intriguing. The whole tale is fixated on the idea that darkness is power, a power too great that can be the end of everything. But countering that darkness is light. I prefer darkness, however, but there must be hope, so there must be light. This battle is not only around Alex, the titular character in The Crystal Tower: Edelix, but in his heart as well. How this battle plays out is, for now, a mystery. And how this battle plays out around him, is the reason The Crystal Tower: Edelix is such fun. Some battles are over before they have begun, but some battles are so meaningful, the entire universe stands witness to the outcome. What that outcome will be…I have already decided.

The Angels That Left Us


This post is somewhat late, I’ve had it in my flash-drive for quite some time, however, the words I say remain as equal in passion as the night I wrote them.

I’ve been told that man do not cry. But how can I not when there are countless reasons to cry, maybe indefinite. My benign neglect to cry comes from those preaching’s, from those that have been ingrained on me by an idealist society. I say, why conform to society’s definition; why not break free from that norm? I will cry. And I will be the one to admit, I have cried.
Sometimes, the path we must take is filled with hardship, with obstacles, with obscene realities. But then again, are not all paths difficult? Endeavors for all of us to overcome. If a path if filled with turmoil, isn’t that path worth taking? I’ve heard the sky is clearer after the storm. Shouldn’t it apply to the paths we take? That once we emerge from those turbulent and obscure waters, we can see the bright light. The path will be difficult, so along the way, stop for a second, sit by a tree, and shed some tears, because shedding tears does not make us weak, it makes us stronger. And if we don’t shed tears, it doesn’t make us strong, it makes us heartless.
In lieu of recent events, the shooting in Connecticut, I’ve shed many tears, not as many as I should shed, but many none the less. The times we face are hard, they quell with our morale. That we remain strong is in our nature, we have always prevailed against injustice, tragedy, hardship. We are a great people, but we are also a society that crumbles on a daily basis. That we are falling apart is not far from my expectations, all greatness must end, so that greatness can start anew. But I refuse to resign my hopes, I will not give them up, because hope is the only reason I keep fighting, why I keep dreaming of a brighter day. We cannot allow hope to leave our hearts, because when we do, we release our essence, we release our will to move on. In these times, our will to move on is what will make us stronger. I know we can fight a little more, because that bright day is coming, and like all bright days, we will enjoy the warmth it brings, we will manage to remember the darkness that consumed us with bittersweet remorse, because from darkness, the light is born.
Sleep in peace, O angels that have left us.

Elesliel part three

Warning: While this story is independent from the plot line of The Crystal Tower: Edelix, it is recommended reading the book first, HOWEVER, you do not need to read the book first to enjoy this short insight. Remember, the first goal for these stories is to broaden the world and the mythos, and the second goal is to add content to the book.

The evening’s fresh breeze was welcomed by Elesliel, Alestair and Leonor. Their travel had been rough, even though none wanted to admit it, they were all physically exhausted from riding on their Horned Steeds for well over five hours. Horse riding was physically demanding, and although all three were trained in witchcraft arts, none had been trained as horse riding soldiers. So all three sat on the grass, not saying anything about their lack of horse riding training.

Elesliel sat looking over his new wizard’s staff. It was metallic silver, with a rather smooth shaft. There was some resistance in the shaft of the staff, it would be impractical for the shaft to be completely smooth, otherwise it would simply slide off the hands. The little resistance was excellent, it was one of the reasons he had spent quite a while at the Academy’s Wizards Weapons Emporium, he had tested the resistance against sliding, among other qualities.

His previous Wizard’s staff had been wooden. It had been black wood, fitting, since he was a dark mage. Nevertheless, it had almost perfect grip, and it had been such a disappointment when his crystal started malfunctioning and breaking spells rather dangerously, sending waves of a spell in one direction and another in a different direction.

One thing did dawn on him, watching the staff, he knew a metallic shaft was the best fit for what was to come. The inevitable war against King Xious.

Having a metallic weapon would be helpful against his enemies. He had heard the tales, the horrors of the creatures that bid their allegiance to King Xious. He was not going to fight against tough opponents with a weapon that could snap in half anytime during the battle, leaving his life hanging by a thread. Not to mention one with a crystal that could break his spell in half and have one wave hit his an enemy while the other a friend. No, he would not endanger his human allies. Nor would he betray his king by killing men in his army.

The crystal itself was poised in between a complex weave of pure silver and black amethyst. The thin threads guarded the white crystal, which was in and of itself a beauty to behold. All crystals were beautiful, but crystals that radiated magic were by far exquisite. Yes, in Edelix all crystals had a semblance of magic, but just like Elves, their scale measured the amount of magic within them.

Elesliel nodded, knowing he had made the right choice.

“We should set camp, I hadn’t noticed twilight had set,” said Elesliel, bringing both of his companions from their reveries.

“I had a question, are we taking the mountain path?” asked Leonor.

“I think it would be better for us to take the longer path. I have heard the legends regarding the Passage of the Dead, I am not risking my life nor yours, only those in great haste ever take the path,” replied Elesliel.

Alestair nodded. “I heard even the slightest of distractions can make you take the wrong turn, that somehow, distraction is what gets you to the Passage of the Dead. I know our Horned Steeds are intelligent, but I wouldn’t want to chance anything, I am glad you decided against taking the mountain passage.”

“We should sleep then, tomorrow we set off early, I want to be in the Kingdom of Aladar soon, there is much to do,” said Elesliel.

The other two nodded.

When Elesliel woke the following morning, he noticed the bitter cold that accompanied their early raise. He took a sweater from inside his traveling bag and put it under his cloak. He grew weary, his armor was not as strong as he would have liked it to be. He mentally reprimanded himself for not thinking to buy heavy armor, being outside the City of the Elves was dangerous. He knew kingdoms and large cities lived independent from one another, that unity within one kingdom made for a utopia that the citizens could enjoy. Little contact was the norm between kingdoms, especially when there were legends of beasts that lived on the beautiful wilderness and attacked men during their journeys across kingdoms or cities. He had once heard a battalion of one hundred men from the Kingdom of Razz-Owen were reduced to nothing by a beast that found them on their way to the Kingdom of Dolect. It was a legend, but it still made him uneasy.

He decided to get heavy armor the moment he set foot on the Kingdom of Aladar.

Elesliel, Alestair and Leonor rode for the better part of seven hours. On the horizon to the east they spotted the mountain passage. As if it needed further proof of its omnipresent omens, the clouds just above the mountain were black, thunderous roars soon reached their ears.

“We need to find shelter, I think there is a storm coming,” said Elesliel.

After a while of riding, they came upon a stone structure close to the edge of a thick forest. Rain had already started pouring, and their bodies were cold and numb. Never had they experienced rain, and the experience was strongly disliked by all three.

The stone structure created the perfect shelter from the storm. A large flat-stone was poised over them, giving them a roof, and the further they went into the cave, the steeper the floor grew. They wouldn’t have to worry about water running towards them.

The inside of the cave smelled strongly of earth and rust. It was somewhat dark, so Elesliel grabbed his staff from the middle, with the crystal to the top, and thrust it shortly forward, whispering “Incanto Nox Brillia.” The crystal started glowing brighter, and a wave of white light lit the rest of the cave, like lightning traveling down a passage. The staff glowed bright, until the light it had cast disappeared at the end of the cave.

At the end of the cave: a beast that smiled, knowing its dinner had arrived.

The beast before them shocked the three companions. They stared at the hundreds of teeth in its mouth, the razor-sharp claws, the reptilian body that stood on two feet, the fire-red eyes.

Before they could so much as move, the creature lurched forward, its four meter tall body bouncing like a feline creature. Elesliel retired from his shock, and shouted “Nox Des-esertea,” and a wave of black mater emanated from the crystal. He thrust the staff forward, just before the creature neared him enough to scratch his left hand with one of its claws. The creature was unceremoniously thrown back with the wave of black matter.

Alestair reacted next, taking out a long sword from its scabbard, which he had hung from his waist. He readied his pose, waiting for the creature to stand.

Leonor, seeing Elesliel and Alestair, readied his bow. He strung an arrow, and like both companions, waited for the creature to attack.

The creature fell with a heavy thud. It growled a menacing growl, and stood fast, angling his attack towards Leonor.

Leonor released the arrow, while moving forward to stand by Elesliel and Alestair. The arrow hit the creature in the left shoulder. It stopped, roared a howl of pain that thundered through the cave, and took the arrow out, without a second though. Elesliel cringed as he saw flesh and blood accompany the arrow tip, but he quickly regained his composure, readying a different attack.

He needed a stronger spell, one that could damage the creature greatly. His Incanto spells would be worthless, they were far too weak. He needed the combined power of Nox and Luz, so he geared his attention to Alestair as the creature made his way toward him.

Alestair’s strike was parried by the creature. In turn, Alestair was thrown out to the rain, while the creature angled its body to face Leonor. Leonor released a wave of arrows, one after the other, with little effort, since he was a trained archer. But the arrows were doing little harm, and Leonor was being cornered against the wall.

Elesliel thrust his staff forward, shouting “Nox Fira.”

His crystal glowed red for a second before it began to darken to pitch black. It then released a small sphere that flew towards its intended target with increasing speed as well as increasing circumference. The pitch-black fire struck the reptilian creature in the chest: it had straightened to its full height so as to strike at Leonor, now cornered, with its claws.

The creature did not notice the attack, and for the second time, was thrown a ways off. This time, it struggled to regain its composure, the flesh burnt in places. The creature had flown aver Alestair, who had come back into the cave, while the creature fell out into the rain.

Elesliel, irritated that he hadn’t come up with a way to combine the powers from the realms of Nox and Luz, looked out, noticing his sight was cut short by the heavy downpour. He could hear the creature’s howls of pain, and he guessed he had thrown it a ways away with his spell. He smiled a short smile before turning to Alestair and Leonor. Alestair had several cuts while Leonor had come unscratched. He then looked at his own wound, and sighed, he would tend to them later.

“I need you to cast along with me, we need to combine the power of Nox and Luz to kill this thing. Leonor, I need you to cast Luz Unprotecta, I know it will require some strength, but we need to make it vulnerable to Alestair’s attack and mines. Alestair, I need you to cast Luz Qebra-Blizz, it will shatter my spell and freeze it. On the ready.”

Both of his companions nodded, and looked out the mouth of the cave. The creature’s howls ended. The second that transpired seemed eternal. The creature jumped into the cave, splattering water everywhere.

“NOW,” yelled Elesliel.

Luz Unprotecta,”  yelled  Leonor, extending his hand forward, his palm facing the creature. His palm glowed green before a green wave was shot towards the creature.

“Luz Qebra-Blizz,” yelled Alestair, extending his hand forward, his palm facing the creature. His palm glowed blue before a blue wave was sent towards the creature.

“Nox Nocte-Eternum,” yelled Elesliel, thrusting his staff forward, the crystal glowing black before a wave of dark matter was sent towards the creature.

The green wave of magic enveloped the creature while the wave of black mater collided with the blue wave of magic, causing the black matter to shatter noisily into thousands of black spikes that had turned to crystal with Alestair’s magic.

The creature looked at the incoming threat, but its revenge drove it forward. It was impaled all over the body by the black crystal shards and fell with a heavy thug, a pool of blood quickly gathered below the creature.

“Thank you,” said Elesliel.

“No problem, we need to sleep, although I don’t think I will be getting much after what happened,” said Alestair.

Leonor laughed, and soon, all three burst into fits of laughter.

“Now I see why not so many venture outside their kingdoms…this thing was slightly dangerous. Anyway, let me take a look at your wounds, then we can sleep,” he said, looking at Alestair.

Alestair nodded, and sat on the ground.

Elesliel then worked on the wounds, he found a sense of serenity while he worked on what he had studied for a long time. Being a doctor was not bad, but the title could be somewhat heavy, not many talked to him as an equal.

To be continued…

Copyright 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved.

Elesliel part two

Warning: While this story is independent from the plot line of The Crystal Tower: Edelix, it is recommended reading the book first, HOWEVER, you do not need to read the book first to enjoy this short insight. Remember, the first goal for these stories is to broaden the world and the mythos, and the second goal is to add content to the book.

Leaving the city wall was not an experience new to him. He had traveled to the many villages close to the City of the Elves. But his two companions clearly betrayed their awe as they walked out of the wall for the first time.

“Didn’t you two come to pray to Azurah the day our king left?” he asked, remembering the night he had joined the thousands of elves outside the wall to pray to Azurah, lifting their crystal  for her to see.

“We did not join in the prayer to Azurah, we were protecting the Councilor’s Hall,” replied one.

“And why were you protecting the Councilor’s hall?” asked Elesliel.

“Because protection to both the Meeting Hall of the Ninety Nine Elves and the Councilor’s Hall we bolstered that week, from what we heard, the assassins would probably attack there first,” replied the second.

“But the assassins never showed up here. I just hope nothing happened to our king.”

“I doubt anything would happen to him, I have seen him in training, he is deadly regardless of his powers, he is a natural. But with his powers, I would never want to stand up to him, he would burn me in second. From what I saw, he prefers to use fire.”

“An odd element, only the evil kings and queens like to use fire as their element of choice, and if I recall, all good kings and queens preferred water as their element of choice…he couldn’t be more opposite,” he said, frowning. “Was his fire black?”

“No, his fire was red, but it was dark red, and I could distinguish some dark fire, but not much. Would it matter if his fire was black?”

Elesliel looked at the horizon, their talk had been quite interesting, and they had managed to move quite a distance from the City of the Elves. They traveled on their Horned Steeds. The horses were smarter than normal horses, which were now all but extinct on Edelix. Horned Steeds would travel to kingdoms to serve riders in exchange of safe heaven and food, unlike their wild counterparts, who wished to be free on a world as dangerous as it was beautiful. There were things that lived on the wild that gave nightmares to the bravest of men and elf.

Elesliel quickly shrug the uneasiness that traveled down his spine. Instead, he paid attention to his companion.

He extended his hand in front of him. “Incato Nox Fira,” he whispered. His hand was then enveloped in black fire. His companions watched his burning hand as he stared at them. Their expressions were of slight interest, but being mages themselves, they didn’t find the idea of fire on a mans had to be scary at all.

“I am a dark mage, as you both know. My magic is summoned from the realm of Nox. If I were to cast from the realm of Luz, my spells would falter and even endanger my life. Your fire is red because you summon from the realm of Luz, but what this means, why we should be somewhat concerned as to our king’s fire being dark, is because he summons from darkness. It is very unusual, since his mother summoned from the realm of Luz, he should also summon from her realm, but for a reason I cannot fathom, his heart is dark, much like the hearts of the evil kings and queens.”

“Are you saying our king is evil?”

“Alestair, he may not be evil, but he has the capability of doing great harm. You say you saw darkness in his fire, and I treated him during stasis. What I saw was bothersome. He has a heart of darkness, but his heart of light is fighting against it. I fear the day his hear of light fails, because then, there will be no telling what great evil he can do. He is stronger than our queen, of that I can guarantee you.”

“What is keeping him from insanity, surely a battle like the likes you are telling us would cripple a man to madness.”

“Leonor, he is already so far from sanity, it was sad looking into his essence. The only one that keeps him from great evil is his sister. He loves her much, but her death has caused turmoil in his heart. I don’t know if this turmoil will ever clear. I don’t know what the future holds,” replied Elesliel.

Alestair and Leonor remained silent as they crossed the vast plain. The grass was green, but its usual shine was all but gone.

Elesliel looked at the sky, wanting the three suns to show from behind the dark clouds.

To be continued…

Copyright 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved.

ELESLIEL part one


Warning: While this story is independent from the plot line of The Crystal Tower: Edelix, it is recommended reading the book first, HOWEVER, you do not need to read the book first to enjoy this short insight. Remember, the first goal for these stories is to broaden the world and the mythos, and the second goal is to add content to the book.

Throughout the City of the Elves, uncertainty was evident in every pair of eyes that met his gaze. The sky had darkened ever since the king of Edelix had left on his quest to retrieve the four crystals of the queen. And the sky darkened further when lord Allain left for the Kingdom of Aladar. Yes, uncertainty was what clouded everyone’s eyes.

Not wanting to spend more time than needed outside, he quickly flashed his silver card to the woman that had sold him an intricate wizard’s staff at the Academy. He took one look at the magical weapon one last time and nodded his head, it was perfect.

Once he finished his ordeal, he put on his hood, warming him up noticeably, and walked outside to the bitter cold. Not once in his memory had he experienced such dreadful weather. And he was elf, in his early twenties, which was actually a long time, since he aged slower than human standard.

Regardless of his age, he could not think of a time, coming to the conclusion that never had he experienced such awful climate. And worst, it tempered slightly with his casting abilities. He shook his head in disgust and entered the Training Hall of the Academy.

It was late, so there were still trainees in the hall, following the instructions of their masters. Classes were always held at sunrise and before twilight. Those with the rare talent of dark magic trained after midnight. He had the talent, so his training always begun at midnight, but he had been summoned to come earlier by the High Mage Councilors, the elite group who ran the Academy. He frowned as he noticed a young boy casting a spell and bouncing off a wall, injuring several. He walked faster to his destination, leaving the Training Hall behind.

He walked down several corridors and into the dungeons, where he walked to a classroom down a very long corridor.

“Only a strong step could bring you here as fast as you did, Dr. Elesliel,” said a man sitting behind a large wooden desk, his eyes on the young elf that had entered.

“Master, you do not have to call me doctor here, I was your student after all, and I don’t like the title leaving the hospital,” said Elesliel.

“Ahhh, but you still call me master, even though you are no longer my student!” said the old man.

“I will always honor you, master, remember, you thought me all I know regarding magic and you wrote my recommendation for medical school, I owe you much more than I could ever hope to repay.”

“You owe me nothing, Elesliel, you were my top student, and I heard you even had the honor of attending to our king! I am very proud of you!”

“Thank you master, but it was nothing major, he was simply in stasis, he may not be fully elf, but he is our queen’s son, so he was bound to have some of her rare talents.”

“Indeed, Elesliel! So what brought you here this early, your classes do not begin until midnight, and are you not supposed to be at the University?”

“I actually arrived here later than I intended, I stopped to buy myself a new staff, my old crystal seems to be faltering some, so I thought a complete upgrade would be convenient. As for the University, I am excused. Anyway, I was summoned by the High Mage Councilors,” he said, frowning slightly at the mystery, “I came to see if you knew anything, but judging by your look, I doubt it.”

“You are correct, I do not know what they want with you, but it must be important, they do not just summon anyone without important reason.”

Elesliel nodded, looking over the features of his old teacher. He had aged since he had been his student, some wrinkles were starting to be more predominant, and his eyes were now less gleaming than they were before. Still, there was a slight youth to him, one most elves retained till they aged considerably.

“I guess I will make my way to the Councilors, I’m slightly curious as to what they want.”

The old man stood from behind his desk and made his way to Elesliel, giving him a hug, and accompanying his student to the door.

Elesliel made his way back up from the dungeons, smiling some at the fact that the City of Elves was quite advanced but they still had old dungeons at the Academy. A renovation would benefit the dungeons, because the rest of the Academy was renovated. But he quickly banished the idea, having old dungeons was slightly magical.

After several minutes of walking, he turned the last corner, arriving at the Councilor’s Hall. Two guards stood protecting the large, sliver door. The guards took one look at him and let him into the hall.

Never had he seen such a beautiful hall, thousands of books were stacked on bookshelves that covered much of the walls, the gold and crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling were spectacles all on their own. The movement of the sky painted on the ceiling. It was all very beautiful and breathtaking. How every inch was magical and educational was beyond inspiring. He felt a surge of power within him.

Thirteen cloaked figures stood over a large, black table that dominated much of the north of the room, the table stood a step over the floor Elesliel walked, and the councilors sat behind the large table, in intricate black crystal chairs.

They nodded towards Elesliel, and Elesliel gave a respectful bow.

“Elesliel, level eight warlock, Doctor at the Windsor Hospital, thank you for coming to meet with us,” said a male councilor, his voice a little raspy, but strong enough to be heard throughout the hall.

“I would never deny my presence to such high and esteemed witches and warlocks,” he replied, bowing once more before their presence.

“Perhaps we are high mages, but you are not so far behind, quite impressive you are a level eight spell caster yourself,” said another member of the councilors, a woman with dark skin.

“Thank you, however, I am wondering why I have been summoned.”

Another member sighed, this time a male mage. “Haste. Is there no way we can teach other elves that their lives are longer than humans. But still they haste, without the need…” he laughed, and the other council members laughed along with him.

Elesliel only managed a smile, wondering whether to feel embarrassed or not.

Finally, a member of the councilors saw his confusion and decided to speak. “Worry not, young elf, we are simply old and do appreciate time, but it just seems to us that others do so much in so little time when they can afford to spend more time than they actually do. But I guess you are not used to the idea, you do need to save lives, and time for you is of the essence. Regardless, we have summoned you here because we want to promote you. You see, after our king left the city, we knew the elves would assist the inevitable war that is to come, we need you as our primary health man.  We want you to travel to the Kingdom of Aladar and begin working with their doctors to set up an emergency clinic for our wounded soldiers. Who better than you to represent the Elvin Nation?”

Elesliel thought for a second. He then nodded slowly, agreeing. “I am honored to have been considered, and more honored to have been promoted. I will take the task and I will not disappoint. However, I need to ask permission to leave the city.”

“Our primary lord has left not long ago, as you know. Lord Allain will not be back soon, however, his second in command has agreed to allow you to travel outside the city. He also agrees having an emergency clinic with someone of your standing as our representing elf is most adequate. You will leave when you are ready. Our second in command has also agreed to allow two more to leave the city with you, and we have chosen, they are trained guards, level seven mages,” replied another councilor.

Elesliel frowned slightly, it would have been preferable for him if he had chosen his traveling companions. But the stern look on all councilors told him they were not willing to change their minds. “I will make haste, I do know of King Xious’ plans and his willingness to move fast.”

“Very well, come to the Councilor’s Hall when you have prepared, your two companions will also be ready,” said another member.

Elesliel bowed one last time and walked towards the door, which opened to let him out.

He was glad he had bought another wizard’s staff, he would need it if he was to travel to the Kingdom of Aladar. He was glad he would leave the City of Elves, he had always wondered what the Kingdom of Aladar was like.

To be continued…

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While this post does not limit the type of content I wish to share, it is what to be expected from upcoming blog posts.

I imagine a blog that shares many common aspects with other blogs, but also a blog that strives for content much different than is shared throughout the web. The daunting task, therefore, is striving for that goal. Maybe daunting is a little too harsh, but knowing myself, my drive to do the best I can, can sometimes push me over the edge.

So what can be expected? It is a plethora of options, endless possibilities, but most importantly, I want to further expand the universe I have created. So many details had to be removed, so many incidents throughout the world, Edelix.

Now, I am all for reading an eight hundred page book, but some might not want to do so. So in the best interest for readers, I cut some material out, nothing major, just things that did not have relevance or were of consequence to the main plot-line. Granted, these further insights will most definitely be fun reads and interesting all on their own.

Other blogs will relate more to my Mythos, The Evolution of Darkness. When I came up with this world, with this universe, I knew a simple mythology wouldn’t be enough, and enough would never satisfy me to the point where I could stand back and be glad. No, so much is out there, what better way to share it than through a mythos, through the idea that Darkness is ever evolving, ever changing. All of a sudden, no more was my universe concerning a mythology, but a gathering of different myths, all combined to one mythos, The Evolution of Darkness.

So, to further showcase Edelix, the universe, and everything in between, I want to share these insights with all who want to know a little more.

Apart from the mythos, I want to share other ideas, other insights, both personal and relating to others. I want to share my opinions, and I want to hear other opinions, a debate is always a good mental stimulant! There will be reviews, because hey, one of my favorite ways to waste my time is plying video-games, (although I will digress, I have not played console games in such a long time, I fear I lost my competitive touch!), there will be reviews regarding movies, and of course, literary works.

So all of these insights can be expected out of this blog, I hope you indulge in what is to come, I hope you enjoy the content, I do try my best. Regardless, I look forward to sharing.

And just as a side note, just to fully clarify, I again state, this in no way limits the type of content to come, I am always thinking of new ideas, and some may very well end up here!


This is a taste, the sip of the tongue on your glass of wine. It lets you know what you are dealing with, it lets you wonder what is to come.

And this is the road I have diligently walked on.

Not every aspect of rejection is the all-so-expected slap on the face. Yes, it is there, and for me, it hurt far more than I care to admit. But that slap made me see a whole different side. The one I had been avoiding because I was waiting for that slap on the face. It was there all along.

I’ve never been one to like school. To me, it was like being trapped in an institution where I didn’t want to be. But I kept up with it, I needed the basics.

The thought of going to college, however, changed my perspective. No longer was school an institution where I would feel condemned. No, alas, freedom was just in reach. College would take me places, places I desperately wanted to be.

But I still had that nagging feeling in my system. I wasn’t sure I would fit in. I thought I would, but I knew better. I was doomed. I was petrified. I was…overwhelmed.

So, in my best interest, I decided I needed a semester. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle what would come my way, even if I wanted to seem courageous and sure of myself. Sure, part of going to college is taking that leap of faith, and so many do, it amazes me the amount of courage they have. I just wasn’t comfortable taking that leap.

In no way do I feel like a coward, however, for not taking that leap. In no way whatsoever do I feel like I made a mistake, or do I regret the decisions I have made. They made me who I am, they still shape me to the man I will become. And I can say that proudly.

Many little realizations were made, like the amount of debt I would be under, time I would spend in classrooms and not in my laptop, writing about Alex and his journey across Edelix.

No, I could not allow that to torment me. I needed to get my mythos out of my mind, because of all the overwhelming elements in my life, it was by far the worst. I could not cope with anything, I could not think of anything BUT The Crystal Tower.

So again, in my best interest, I decided to write the beginning of what I had coped with for over a decade. I could not allow it to be bottled in my mind on a daily basis. I wanted release. And that release was too intoxicating, too exciting, too dominating. I was taking breaths for the first time in a long time. I was happy.

The road I have walked on is far more slippery than I have described, far more ragged and tormenting, but this is just a taste, a little sip of the wine…

More is to come…