Saturday, 31 December 2016

Phoenix 2.0: The Official First Chapter (Excerpt)



Chapter One


YEAR C-N-4
Month 1/10

Jugan





'Welcome Reiza.'
The young girl shook before Emperor Jugan. Her white hair and fair eyes lent her a rather innocent appearance. In truth, her beauty was nothing to be fooled by. She was a Frost Seer. Her heart was as dark as the Devil itself and the Emperor knew it.
The oppressive walls of the Frost Estate's throne room gave Jugan great comfort. For others, they brought a sense of unease. His throne cradled his well-built frame; a white gold masterpiece that glistened like starlight.
'Tell me, Reiza, are you certain about these visions?'
Jugan's face drew down at the corners. He studied the child, wondering how one so young could wield such power. She was still but a novice. Nowadays, even that marked her as a precious commodity. Most ancient seers were long dead, leaving the few that were born to fend for themselves.
'I am sure, your Grace. Your eldest son is destined to marry the enemy. If that happens, there is no doubt that he will have secured your throne for future generations.'



Fear crept into the Emperor's eyes. He clenched them shut, unable to rid himself of the child's words. His Eldest son, Ryore, was his crowning disappointment; so feeble minded, as no Emperor should be.
Jugan eyed the curious girl, with her long white locks and vexing beauty. The last of her kind. Her eyes roved about the glittering room, seeming to memorize every detail, from its cold blue walls to the harsh glare of the lights above. All that power, he thought, and all you do is stand there, shaking. Reiza's visions had brought shocking details to light for him. While he knew she was only conveying the truth of what she'd seen, certain details of these visions caused his mind to rage. His eldest was never to ascend his throne. He made a weak Prince and would only make a more pitiful Emperor. No. If Jugan had to plot his own son's demise, then so be it.
'Have you told anyone else of these visions?'
'No Sire. I have told no one else. I am loyal to our realm and only our realm.'
'Good.'
Emperor Jugan admired her honesty. The girl already appeared to be more promising than he had anticipated.
'Step forward!'
His words were like ice, cutting across the blinding space. When Reiza prepared to take a step, he held up his palm.
'Not you child. Him.'



A tall figure lurked in the shadows. Reiza watched as the creature materialized out of thin air. Like a night-time shadow, it glided along the cool stone floor, intent on reaching the waiting Emperor. With it came the strangest sensation, a tingling that started within the toes and gradually worked up the rest of the body. When the brilliant light hit its skin, every solemn feature was revealed.
Jugan heard Reiza managed to stifle a gasp. They were no more a thing of shadow than them, but a fine young man, dressed head to toe in slimming black. A little muscle clung to his flesh, but what caught people's attention the most were his eyes. They were red. Like pale blood-diamonds, they stared you down, piercing into the deepest depths of your soul. The intense tingling followed the new arrival.
'Emperor Jugan, a pleasure.'
The young man's voice was as deep as those eyes. His words penetrated the very air, leaving a terrible sense of foreboding in his wake. Reiza watched him bow low before the Emperor, appearing to marvel at his long hair, already a mass of silvery grey. Jugan almost felt like chuckling.
'Welcome, Prince Arlas. You may rise.'
Arlas immediately straightened. He looked to Jugan as a servant would its master, his eyes glowing that fearsome red.
'Still dressed as the stealthiest of shadows, I see.'
Arlas grinned at the Emperor's joke; an unsightly image if ever there was one, as pointed fangs protruded from his gums.



The Emperor calmly appraised the boy. Arlas had always been willing to get his hands dirty, for which Jugan was eternally thankful. He could think of no-one better to carry out this specific task.
'I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you.'
'The thought had crossed my mind.'
Arlas gave the Emperor a good natured wink.
'Arlas, young Reiza here is quite certain of the visions she's been having of late. She believes that the daughter of our greatest enemy is destined to become my eldest's wife. This presents a problem for me. If this does indeed happen, then Ryore will gain a firm hold on my throne, particularly if he is able to produce a strong heir. As such, I will be needing you to do me a favour.'
He shot the boy a serious look, which would have stricken terror into any mortal man. But the Prince was no mortal. Despite their youthful appearance, Air Mages were known to live well past a hundred years. Their life span merely extended itself, as long as they were willing to make occasional sacrifices. So it was told.
Arlas gave only a polite nod. He showed no fear regarding what he'd be asked, nor uncertainty.
'My price, Sire, for carrying out this favour?'
Jugan's gaze passed from the Mage to the young seer. He was confident in his knowledge that this here was a man whom he could trust like no other. If Reiza's predictions were in fact true, then he would need to act swiftly. But, what could he offer a man who was already immortal?
'Power.' Jugan's voice ricocheted off the walls. 'I can grant you access to magic that you've only heard of in your wildest dreams, provided that you do not fail me.'



Arlas appeared to consider this offer. He scratched at a mess of stubble on his chin, nodding once to agree to the bargain.
'Very well. As you know, I would like my youngest, Prince Fadius, to take my throne once I am gone. In order to make sure he becomes my successor, I need you to dispose of the girl who is destined to become Ryore's wife.'
'Sire, why not simply do away with Ryore? After all, who would suspect a father of murdering his own son?'
Jugan's lips curved into a sneer. He had wondered when the Mage would bring this up.
'Alas Arlas, my eldest has quite the few tricks up his sleeve. He will be hard to take out. No, impossible. It would be better to break his soul and ensure that he cannot gain future claims to the throne.'
Arlas nodded his understanding.
'And then, I can have Ryore for myself?'
Reiza's small voice chimed out through the room. It brimmed with desperation, her eyes wide and pleading. Jugan waved his hand in the girl's direction.
'Yes, whatever you want, so long as you are still a maiden when the time comes for him to marry.'
Jugan's guards, having seen the dismissive gesture, began to approach the elaborate throne. They were beefy men, with more muscle than any one man should have.
'Sire?' They gave brief bows, their eyes focused upon the Seer. 'Are we to escort the young Miss out?'
Reiza glanced up, clearly horrified. Tears had begun to form in her eyes at the idea of these large bullies carting her away. They pressed in on either side of her, waiting for the Emperor's command.
'Please do. I've had enough of her visions for one day.'
'Yes, Sire.'
Jugan watched as each guard seized one of Reiza's arms, hauling her toward a pair of grand double doors.
'Sire. Wait!'



Her wilful protests echoed back. Before long, they were no more.
'You know Arlas, I think this might actually work.'
Jugan beckoned the Prince towards the throne.

'Young Reiza named a Miss Violetta Flame to one day wed Ryore. She is the one I would like taken care of.'
'Is there any particular way you'd like her dealt with?'
The Emperor rose up, out of his icy throne. His eyes locked onto the Mage.
'Quite simply, I would like you to put an end to Miss Flame's existence.'
Arlas frowned. He would no doubt understand what was expected of him. He was to use his powers to facilitate the girl's death. Only then would he have proven himself to the Emperor.
'Arlas, you look troubled. Does this task displease you?'
'It seems like a bit of a gamble, Sire.'
'Life is a gamble. All we can do is play the cards that we are dealt and make a little extra of ourselves if given the chance. I'm offering you the cards to play, that lead to power and influence. Play them!'


Jugan's thoughts turned to the boy's potential betrayal. He contemplated his actions, should such an unpleasant event ever occur.
'Now, I'll ask again. Arlas, does this task displease you?'
Arlas stared deep into his master's eyes.
'No Sire. The task is mine to carry out.'
Jugan relaxed back into his throne.
'Good. Tell me Arlas, do you think your brother will suspect?'
Arlas grinned.
'No Sire. He will not suspect a thing.'





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Friday, 30 December 2016



Official Trailer for PHOENIX 2.0

A Magical Realism (Fantasy) novel for those aged 14+






Coming Soon, PHOENIX 2.0 is the second edition of the YA Fantasy novel,
Phoenix, by Author Daccari Buchelli. If you'd like to find out more, simply



Included below is a short synopsis of Phoenix:


Peradon. A world comprised of four seasonal realms, each with a unique form 
of elemental magic. When young Reiza has a disturbing vision, the Ruler of the 
Winter Realm demands the death of a child; the Flame Realm Princess, Violetta. 


Violetta had always found comfort in the form of magic, but a sudden tragedy
compels her to view her gift as a curse. She is destined to one day rule the
Flame Realm and desires little but to live her own life, free from the demands
of others. A courtship with her sworn enemy could be just what she needs to find herself.


With preparations under way for a wedding, the couple is oblivious to the dark forces 
which lie in wait, preparing to fulfill Reiza's prophecy by removing Violetta from the world of life.




All Writers have Setbacks


Setbacks. We all have them. All Writers.

As a creative type, we experience problems with our work on a frequent basis, whether it be simply Writers Block, or something more significant. Our chosen field can be tricky to navigate, regardless of how 'easy' people make out writing to be.

Trust me, it is far from 'easy.'


I myself experience various problems when it comes to writing, such as:

  • Writers Block
  • Insomnia
  • Occasional boredom
  • Loss of interest in an idea
  • Failing to get on with a certain character/genre, etc.
For some, these are simply traits that tag along with being an artist. For others, they may be a sign that you need to re-evaluate your current project. That's exactly what I did.

The other week I was working on my thriller novel when I realized something. I was incredibly bored with it. Yes, I was only in the re-drafting process, but even so, I just couldn't force myself to write anymore. I didn't feel connected enough to my main character and another project was calling to me.


This is where I had my first real set back in my writing career. I will never forget it. Many people will say that even if something is challenging, that you should not give up. In reality (and please take this on board), if you aren't happy with your current project and even though it may be insanely difficult to tear yourself away, you need to focus on something that fills you with joy. Find a project that actually inspires you and that guides you when you write it.

One of the worst things you can ever do is force yourself to write in a style or genre that you are not used to. I had just finished my Fantasy novel 'Sweet Surrender,' when I decided I wanted to write something even darker than my usual style. While the ideas I formed were good and my writing sound, I just couldn't get into the thriller/horror genre when it came to writing. Yes, I could read this genre all day in and all night too, but something about it just doesn't inspire me to write as much as Fantasy does.


As a writer, I feel that it is important to discuss any shortcomings or 'pitfalls' that you may have. I think it helps to show budding writers that it is perfectly natural. After all, I am sure that even Stephen King set work aside at some point and thought 'Hmm, maybe not.'
I don't often see writers admitting any weakness, but I would like to. I believe that admitting we aren't perfect when it comes to our craft is just one more step closer to connecting with your audience.
Admit when you struggle, for everyone does. Writers are never excluded from this.

The point is that even with such setbacks, it is NOT the end of the world. It may feel like it at the moment, but there's just another project around the corner for you, and that one will likely fill you with much more inspiration and joy.



-Daccari Buchelli.

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