The Fires of inspiration

Far beyond this realm(but closer than you think) there exists a world, magical and wondrous. Beings of light dwell here- they have been called many things by many people. Faeries, Angels, Muses, Goddesses. Our realm is a mirror to theirs- ours is that of passion, while theirs is of creativity. These two worlds feed off each other perfectly. Theirs is inherently pure and true, light and airy. While ours is inherently dark, violent, and oppressive. Theirs is the realm that dwells in the hearts of men and women who dream of 'utopia', 'justice'  and 'compassion'.

This passion, in turn, fuels the fires of creativity, which alight in their realm, sustaining the fae in their mission to guide mankind to peace and prosperity, the efforts of which bring mankind closer to peace and in turn leads the fae to experience being caught up on creative ecstasy. The origin of this cycle is for another time* Once the inspiration is sent, however, it can be corrupted, man can twist it and use it to harm or destroy, By the very nature of our world, the visions they send us get structurally damaged, often causing twisted and distorted visions to occur.

However even the clearest of pictures seem incompatible with our world. Because in truth, they are. mans passion and intellect, with his unique ability to receive inspiration, make him an incredibally volatile animal. The result of this we can see across the pages of history-wars, opression, hatred, so much malice- however like sparks in the night there are those few instruments of inspiration- those humans who were born only open to inspiration in abundant quality but also had in themselves an innate desire for light and truth and beauty.

These- our inventors, our philosophers and our dreamers, our gurus, the artists and gypsy-folk- these are the woman that despite literally everything have changed our world for the better. Of course more often than not these fires have sparked and then died out while the oppressive regime of darkness in the world yet remains and so takes those advances and corrupts them further. However, we are in a time where there are more sparks on this earth than in any other time- beautiful people with wondrous visions opposing the tyrannical regime of darkness, in themselves and on the world.

It is in the nature of inspiration that it multiplies with reciprocity- that is to say, when inspired individuals communicate, their passion for creativity drives then off the other and they climb ever higher peaks. Before, inspired individuals always left their mark on the world in indeterminate, transient ways- accepting that their light was not enough to transform the darkness, they left beautiful works intending to inspire generations to come, because reciprocity works in this fashion as well.

However with such a large population of inspired peoples in the world, the time has ended for then to leave their works in the world for ' those to cone' for they are the ones they have waited for- the numbers are there_, it is time for them to unite and begin to create their dreams in reality- together. Congregate, all he dreamers. Come, all those who yearn for light, who thirst for an easier world, who burn for justice and ache for unity and desire truth and tremble for beauty... It is now.

And so our story begins...

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Had this idea strike me and I'm going to flesh it out into a book.

Beautifully written and inspiring!

I just realized that this sentence
these are the woman that despite literally everything have changed our world for the better.
Should actually say people.


a reply to: Night Star

Thank you night star! That means a lot!

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Saying women is fine. LOL

Gonna start working up the actual beginning here in a few!

~the spirit in me is screaming, demanding i give it a voice. I have no choice but to follow- the question is how well will i do my job, and how long will it take me to get around myself, release my hand and let the words flow from my soul? just release- thoughts fears expectations. Release! This mental agitation-

Anguish, this same dish,
Time and again I find it on my plate
It arises when I ignore my fate.
Fear ties me down, blinds me in ignorance,
I cant just just keep praying for deliverance.
I have to rise.
I have to make my stand.
I have to have faith in the master plan.
The ultimate prize
Awaits those who overcome stagnation,
Shed the negative sensations:
Those thoughts
Of what you ought
Of always needing more.
Of failure
Of worth
Of judgement
Just release
Them to the wind
It will carry them far, and if you just keep pushing though the doubt
You will find yourself amidst
A field of beauty, a wondrous vision~


"Enough, Daelim! Come outside, for we are going to go change the world."

What? I don't recognize the voice, how can they know my name? Curiosity outweighs fear and I go outside. Immediately, my world is transformed, though it's not readily apparent what has changed. I feel, lighter? But with a certain weight. The prickling of destiny, lingering at the extremities of my awareness.

"There's the man of the hour! Come, Daelim, the time for words on the page is over! Art is meant to be left behind, to be abandoned for those to come. The Word has come- no longer must we wait and leave signs, for We are the ones we have waited for. And you, my friend, you have been called to Lead."

The man before me was big and broad, with a bushy beard, thick eyebrows and a huge smile. Perhaps absurdly, he had a broadsword hefted on his shoulder. I still had my pen in hand, and its weight shifted. I looked down at it, it was now a slightly curved sword. I looked back at the man.

"There is danger where we are going, the path is fraught with peril. The Journey, The Way has come. It is not an easy path, we will face our fears, doubts, and demons literally manifest. But the good news, Daelim, the good news is that they no longer plague you inside as they have before, if you don't let them. Listen- can you hear it? The sweet voices of the wind, whispering of truth and beauty?"

I cast my eyes inward. As soon as I do, I hear a voice, pure and true. She is talking to me of grandeur, telling me what the man had said, that the time for making art for those to come was over. She also said to guard my heart, to focus on her voice and the images she conjured, for she would give me hope and light and if I followed her voice i would stay true and go on to do great things. I didn't have the slightest doubt, for her voice left me awash in the feelings that my best days had left me: interconnected, United, fulfilled and creative. I asked her if she had a name and she said her name was Amavril. If I could be amazed any further I would have been disturbed by the fact that a reddish pink sylphlike creature emerged from my chest. At first, she looked like an orb with ears, but then I looked closer and saw that there was a pyxie like being inside of it. She waved at me and then turned to my compatriot.

"Haymirk, Daelim is mute, but he wishes to make it known that he is quite pleased to make your acquaintance, as he is sure that the two of you will make for grand companions," she says with a curtsy.

Haymirk looks shocked, and a bright blue orb emerges from his chest. The two fairies started chattering really fast and I could only gather snippets of their conversation. They were talking of something called the Grand Adventure and how they were so excited that it was finally here. The blue fairy, called Liliana, expressed admiration for Amavril, saying that she wouldn't have chosen a different charge even if she could have, but that Amavril was lucky to have me as her charge.

"I didn't even know they could do that," haymirk says with a wry grin, "Your muse will give you the rundown soon enough, im sure. but If you're anything like me, you are already feeling the seeds of doubt. 'Surely there must be some mistake. I'm nobody. I've done nothing. They have the wrong guy.' Amavril will tell you better than I can, but things are different now. These faeries, they are raw inspiration. They have chosen us because we are artist, dreamers, philosophers. We dream of a purer world- we dream of Their world, Daelim. We yearn for its purity, for its unity, and we can see it. previously, it was our job to record what feeble visions we could peer through and share them with the world, who cannot see.

Always, always the goal was to get people to see it so we could bring it here. There is enough of us Daelim! Now, for as long as we choose to follow them, they will remove the obstacles and iniquity that have plagued us for so long. Me and you are to journey now, others will join us along the way. Then at some point, where even the Fairies don't know yet, we will build. We will build a city, and those who feel the Call will come. We will shine brighter, and brighter, until the whole world can see."

I needed time to absorb this- I was awash in contrasting feelings, each clamoring for attention. My head was swirling. I waved my hand for haymirk to follow and I headed inside. I had a pot of tea already brewing and I motioned forwards it, I wasnt hungry but I brought out bread meat and cheese. I was a bit zoned out and haymirk looked understanding. Even Amavril remained silent, having finished her conversation with liliana she had perched upon my shoulder.

"Take your time" she said softly, then louder: "Daelim wishes for you to make yourself at home. He is a bit overcome and needs to gather himself.";

I walk back outside. As I sit down to stretch out on the ground, Amavril flutters up and then lands on my chest as I lay down. she give me a hug, and says. so soft I couldn't have heard her if I didn't feel her words in my chest "You are capable, Daelim. When you need me, call and I will come."

then, she faded from view, and the peace she had brought with her was gone, too. she understood I needed to deal with my ahit the hard way, raw an unfiltered. the first thing to rise, was ugliness: waves of fear, and doubt. This couldn't be happening, it was impossible, and even if it was possible, it couldn't be happening to me, and even if it was, there was no way id be able to do what these people expected of me. Plus, this was scary! and I hadn't even taken a step yet. This way was change- yes, there was a dim glimmer of hope at the end of the road- and, actually taking a closer look, lining the whole road. BUT! what if I wasn't ready?

could I really hold up to the weight of hopes and expectations? How could I know if I didn't try? well if you don't try you cant fail. yes but if I don't try I cant succeed- its okay to be afraid, its okay to worry. I thank you, but I am not going to listen to you. hope began to blaze in my chest- MY hope, created by me- I WAS ready. I was going to do this. By my side, my pensword hummed quietly. the hope, that had guttered so long inside of my chest was now ablaze. As if in response, Amavril winks back into existence, and with her the peace and unity that her presence bought.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you Daelim! we are going to do amazing things together"

I used my sword to as leverage to climb to my feet and as i did so the door to my little cabin burst open and Haymirk stooped through the doorway, laughing heartily. He slaps me on the back, giving my heart a jump, and he presses a pack into my hands.

"I knew it wouldn't take you long! Hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of packing up the food you had in your cabin and your spare clothes. Now, lets set off!"

Liliana burst out of his chest bursting with song, and her and amavril fluttered above our path as me and Haymirk set off, to where none of us knew, and yet hope and beauty were in the air. I had written, in despair, of having faith in the master plan, and now I actually had it. This road, wasn't going to be easy, it was frought with hardship and peril but it would be everything I had ever wished for. If I could speak I would have lifted my voice up to the wind, so jouyeous was I. And, like that, we were off- the end of a futile existence and the beginning of the Grand Adventure. I still didn't know what it was, but I could feel it, singing in the air and in my bones, whispering in the wind and radiating from the sun.

Lucid, this is just amazing writing! I so love the imagery and eloquence you use to bring your fantasy world to life. Please, keep writing! I will be here waiting. I'll be sitting in the corner in the comfy chair by the fire.

a reply to: Night Star

Thank you star! I'm glad I'm not the only one that enjoys it! I would still write it if I was haha but its nice to be appreciated! I am proud of this one its the first real story I've told that was entirely my own. Don't worry im voonv to keep writing, I can't not!

I'm noticing a trend as I work on chapter two. I had thought that the preface that was my o.o was the synopsis but its actually a part of chapter on. Because on chapter two I open with another synopsis of a different topic before I dove into the actual story.

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Just keep writing! I'll be here waiting.

a reply to: Night Star

Thank you star! I haven't written on it for a while. Still got the same but I was at with my last update. Actually had some inspiration from Jack London. Was wonderinf why great artists always suffered severe setbacks with things like insanity depression and personal demons. Came up with an answer in the form of a plot element for my story.

I will work on it again tomorrow, thank you for calling me back!!

a reply to: LucidWarrior


Hello is anyone home?

a reply to: Night Star

I haven't been, actually!

I've been meaning to work on it but haven't been getting to it. Well, eventually starts now(well not right right now, I'm at work)! I'm off tomorrow and will be working in it, promise! No more putting it off. I will work to have another installment over the next couple days, promise.

Thanks for caring enough to give me a little kick, star!

a reply to: LucidWarrior

LOL! Didn't mean to pressure you. I mean, who can write under pressure right? Just letting you know how much I enjoy your story and that I'm still interested.

a reply to: Night Star

I can write under pressure XD I don't write without pressure, whether it's me pressuring myself, or a story that pushes me, or a deadline for something. I'm glad you like my story here enough to even say 'hey, keep going!' It also gives me a needed push I really like that about the writing area here, though. How everyone is so encouraging.

Encouraging is good, but I also welcome criticism. I often find that I am not very good at critiquing my own work without bias. Do you have anything that you would suggest towards that regard?

a reply to: LucidWarrior

I don't like to critique other people's creations, it takes the enjoyment out of it for me when reading the story. There are plenty of awesome writers on the site who I'm sure could do that. If you are wishing to be a published author, I would recommend finding a good writer's site that would give you a wealth of information and critique sample pieces for you. I still belong to one, but it is barely alive now. Aside from a collaborative story with one other member, I just pop in to keep up with the few friends who remain there.

Rides in on her dragon with Pesky the pixie and swoops in for a landing. Shouts out to LucidWarrior, "Hello? Is anyone home?" Hears the birds singing and watches as the squirrels scurry about and the faeries dance in the glade, but doesn't see the story teller. Sits on a fallen log soaking up the sun with the fresh Spring breeze blowing through her hair while she waits.

a reply to: Night Star

Falls out of the sky with a huge thump and groans. He looks like one dead, his body filled with tension and pain, his clothes singed and dirty, hair wild. He groans and rolls over, and seeing the elven maiden sitting patiently, with a look of curious expectance, suddenly comes to life as he remembers, 'oh, yeah!' a light Sparks in his eyes even as he greets her with a grin and a wave, words almost seeming to spill out of his lips, though, of course, none do... Looking lost for a moment, then checks underneath him and with a look of triumph pulls out a pen and paper. Rising to sit next to her, he shows her a fragment of a story, not much,
but he's very excited about it, and; soon enough, becomes embroiled in it and lost to the page, scribbling words as fast as he could.

a reply to: LucidWarrior

I really do have a fragment I wrote the other night, thank you for waiting on me NightStar! I tend to forget and avoid things that make me happy, unless I am happy XD I feel it(the story) humming right now, so I'm going to work on it some! I still don't want to say when I'll have it in but I won't forget about it I promise.