It has begun.
I have actually FOR REAL started writing the saga now, and can tell you a few things about it.
It is going to be a saga (obviously).
It is going to be called Kyreth.
Aaand that’s about all I can tell you right now.
But that’s not the end of this post. Oh no. I am going to give you the first chapter of the first story in the saga. Here you go!
Oklan opened his eyes, but shut them quickly when briny water splashed into them. No. The water didn’t splash into his eyes as much as it poured into them, as if it had been there first and was just filling a place that it should have been. He opened his eyes again. The salt water irritated his eyes and blurred his vision, but he was still able to see where he was.
He was floating, submerged, in the ocean. He looked up and saw the sun sparkling above, probably ten or so feet. He swam up, and, bursting through the water, took a deep breath. It was only after he did so that he noticed that he didn’t actually feel like he needed to take a breath; he had just done it automatically.
He then looked down at his hands and noticed that they were quite wrinkled.
I must have been in the water for a while, he thought. He looked around at the horizon and noticed the outline of an island about half of a mile off. He swam towards it slowly, saving his energy. After about fifteen minutes he turned around and floated on his back for a while. Once the sun had gotten too warm for his pale skin, he turned back over and swam again. He repeated this three times before dragging himself onto the beach. It itself was made of a slightly pink sand, while further up were many large rocks. Beyond that he couldn’t see. He lay on the sand for several minutes before stiffly getting to his feet.
As he walked on the sand, he realized that there were no footprints on the sand other than his. He walked towards the rocks, and, arriving there, started climbing up them. Oklan saw that up ahead was a rock that was quite a bit larger than the rest. He made his way to it and clambered up the side. Once he got to the top, he looked around at his surroundings.
The ocean from which he had come seemed endless, though he doubted it was. On the pink-tinted beach he saw his lone set of footprints leading towards the rocks where he now stood. He turned around and looked on the other side of the rocks. It was primarily dense jungle, though he could see some small clearings of the trees in a few sections. No smoke rose from the jungle.
The rock Oklan was standing on was hot from the sun and was burning his feet, so he carefully climbed down the way he had come. He clambered over the last few rocks before standing at the brink of the jungle. He parted a few bushes in his path while stepping into the lush forest.
After the initial blockade of bushes, vines, and trees, Oklan realized that the jungle wasn’t as dense as it had looked from the rock. There was enough room that he was usually able to move without having to push past anything. He walked for over an hour and the sun had started to slowly sink, darkening the forest. He walked by what seemed to be an impenetrable wall of vines when he felt a pull in that direction. He turned to face it, not sure what was happening, all the while feeling that he should try pushing past the vines. He tried parting them and found that he could do it easily. He walked through the vines.
His vision blurred, then cleared all in the matter of a few seconds. He found himself in a surprisingly well-lit clearing. The light seemed to be centered on three small pools, not much more than dips in the ground. He walked over to them.
One was filled with an opaque brown liquid, though nothing like mud. It was smooth and evenly colored, almost beautiful.
When Oklan looked at the second, he thought it was empty. But then the light shifted and he realized that it was filled with the clearest liquid he had ever seen.
The third was filled with a bluish-tinted liquid that was, like the second, very clear.
Oklan was started when he heard a voice that seemed to come from everywhere.
“Kyreth Oklan, you must choose from the three elemental pools before you. The first is Earth. The second, Air. And the third is Water.”
And then it was gone. Oklan was still trying to figure out where the voice had come from or who it belonged to when he noticed that light was pouring out from all three of the pools. He looked at them all again, more closely. Some small part of his mind called out for the water, so he went back over to it again. Small ripples went through the surface of the liquid when he got near it.
“What do I do now?” he wondered aloud.
The voice spoke again. “If you have decided, plunge your arm into the pool of your choosing.”
Oklan did so.
A chill went through his entire body, followed by the feeling of something creeping up his arm. When he looked there, he saw that the water from the pool had started climbing up his arm.
In a moment he felt as though he was the water, but not as though he had become it. It seemed as though the water had become him.
A moment later, the feeling was mostly gone, though some small part of it stayed with him. When he looked into the pool, which hadn’t gone down at all, there was no reflection of his face. He got up to look in the other pools, but found them empty. When he went over to the water pool again, it too was empty.
Again he felt a pull, again, it was towards the wall of vines. He walked over to them and parted the vines before looking back longingly at the pools were, but found them completely gone. The ground had smoothed out and the area wasn’t well-lit anymore. He turned again to the wall of vines and walked through.