“Writing a book is so easy.” Taken from Pinterest
“Writing a book is so easy.” Taken from Pinterest
I’ve been on my ups and downs. Trying to figure out what’s worth doing, what is needed, what’s important enough in order to maintain inner peace. Inner peace equals a better life, to love. This struggle happens know and then, when priorities need to be done, scheduled and then change them for unexpected reasons. One of those is my writing. Lately, I have been working on my fantasy book. The idea hunts my chaotic brain that this is not my calling and yet it hurts to think it is not. This is all part of the creative life, I think. Does it happen to you?
Every time I make the decision to call it quits, a small thing happens. Either an email, a tiny interest of someone else, a thought…
To think of quitting is to think you are not good. That life and the people around you show no interest at all in your craft. That time is not meant to be spend on typing words, in developing stories. All of these takes away that time needed for other things in life.
The joy that once was there is no longer, replaced by a sorrow that like a entity haunts you constantly. Unbearable, it hits so hard it feels like the sting of a whip in your bare back. It hurts that much.
Do you hurt when you think of quitting?
I have made some decisions based on current and past events in my life. One will take me years to fulfill, and the end result will not be for the better of some. Either way it will be for me and in the end is my happiness that is important. For this passion of mine called writing, I have given myself a year to fulfill the goals I have set for myself. My clock starts know!
This fantasy book I am working on, Ascensión Divina, of which you can read a sample chapter located in the upper menu of this blog of the same title (brace yourself it is in Spanish! So visit google transalate), I’ve been revising it, yet again.
What has changed in it? Lots! Well, a few things here and there. I am still deciding if a prologue of explanations is needed for this story. I do not like does explanation prologues that you just can skip and move to the story. What I wrote, and not yet convinced with it, is a story with characters that do not appear in the rest of the book, but that will give you an idea of who is who and where did they come from.
In the first chapter, I have changed the name for one of my Point-of-View characters, there are three in this first part of the series. I have been using her title, Arakoel, and a few people that read it got confused thinking it was her name. Iyeguá is her name and will be used and an explanation of who she is to her race as arakoel, which is the female title of those who rule the nation, sets aside any confusion. Took a mighty heavy scene out that the chapter could do with out and now it flows. Of course, changed the beginning and put it else where and started with a scene of the past that is a climatic moment for Iyeguá.
Today I will embrace the future changes of chapter two that it’s Iyeguá’s and read it very carefully, for it introduces the other POVs and many secondary and third characters in the story.
Know I leave you to read some pages of The Dragonbone Chair, and take care of my little one that fell in school and had to have stitches in his chin. Did I mentioned I have not cook dinner yet. I do it early in order to have time to do homework in tranquility with my kids.
Until next time, my friend and be inspire.
This article is from The Creative Penn, to read it all follow the link bellow.
“By definition, fantasy is a genre that typically features the use of magic or other supernatural phenomena in the plot, setting, or theme. Magical or mythological creatures often feature,…”
(More on this link) http://www.thecreativepenn.com/2013/06/27/writing-fantasy/
Me encuentro de viajes en Yaweka, el reino de los Kahali, la raza de inmortales y los antagonistas de la historia de fantasía Ascensión Divina. En estas últimas semanas me he dado a la tarea de darles los toques finales a la historia, añadiendo capítulos y separando el primer libroen dos partes, que en un principio iría a la par: la 1ra será la historia contada a través de los ojos de cuatro Kahali; la 2da, de los Hüaku, los protagonistas y enemigos de los Kahali.
El desarrollo de esta historia ha sido extenso y arduo. Los personajes han exigido tener un papel mas profundo y por ende los capítulos adicionales y la reorganización de la historia completa y de mi bosquejo de ideas que influye de sobremanera al segundo libro. Así es la creación de una historia, en especial de una de fantasía.
Han habido sorpresas, no lo puedo negar, personajes que antes se hacían difícil de desarrollar ahora fluyen con naturalidad. No pasa un minuto en el día que pienso en ese personaje y visualizo cómo será la conclusión de su historia para esta primera parte. Otros como la principal, Arakoel Iyeqah, ha sido un deleite crearla. De igual forma lo ha sido desarrollar el medio ambiente donde se desenvuelven estos, que para esta primera parte del primer libro, La obsesión de un inmortal, se lleva a cabo en Yaweka, el reino de los Kahali. En solo tres ocasiones, dos de los personajes, Leqar y Nariqah, los hijos de Arakoel Iyeqah, nos llevan al reino de Vergerri, un reino en las montañas, del cual he gozado de su creación geografica y cultural, y de los vergerreses que habitan y reinan este reino.
Allí estaré hasta fin de año, pero de vez en cuando pasaré por aquí para ponerles al día. Usualmente doy anuncios de mis avances con la historia a través de mi cuenta en Twitter: AlexandraRoman, como también en mi página en Facebook: Alexandra Román de Hernández . Espero escuchar de ustedes por esas avenidas sociales. Si deseas leer un pasaje de la historia puedes visitar este link: Primer pasaje de Ascensión Divina.
Un abrazo fuerte, felices lecturas y escrituras,
Alexandra Román de Hernández
I am traveling through Yaweka , the kingdom of the Kahali, race of immortals and antagonists in the fantasy story Divine Ascension. In recent weeks I have taken on the task of giving the final touches to the story, adding chapters and separating the first book, which was initially together, in two parts: the 1st is the story told through the eyes of four Kahali; the 2nd, the Hüaku, enemies of the Kahali.
The development of this history has been long and arduous. The characters required to have a deeper role and therefore additional chapters had to be written and reorganization of the whole story and my outline became to be, which in turn greatly influences the outline of the second book. So it is the creation of a story, especially a fantasy one.
There have been surprises, I can not deny it, characters previously difficult to develop now flow naturally. There is not a minute in the day I think of that character and visualize how his or her story will conclude for the first part. Others like the main, Arakoel Iyeqah, has been a delight to create. Similarly, it has been when developing the environment, the setting for the story, in which for this first part of the first book, The obsession of an immortal, takes place in Yaweka, the kingdom of Kahali. On only three occasions, two of the characters, Leqar and Nariqah, Arakoel Iyeqah’s children, lead us to Vergerri , a kingdom in the mountains, which I enjoyed its geographical and cultural creation, and of the Vergerres who reign this kingdom.
I’ll be there until the end of the year, but occasionally I’ll pass through here to update you. Usually I give hints of my progress with the story through my Twitter: AlexandraRoman, as also my page on Facebook: Alexandra Román de Hernández. Hope to hear from you on these social avenues.
A big hug and happy readings and writings to you,
Alexandra Román de Hernández
“Only when you resign carrying the heavy burden of regret is when you truly become free.”
12 years later….
A hooded figure moved through a brutal sand storm. A dark tactical suit protected him as he traversed an unseen path with a shotgun in hand. Barely visible in between the sand and wind a seal was noticeable on his right arm: ACPE – Mundo sine malum. Not far from his position a village stood overshadowed by the storm. Beside it, at a distance, a small hut danced violently against the wind. The stranger upon seeing it hurried his walking quickly approaching the hut. Crossing the curtain that barely covered the entrance he stopped before a man facing away. His unkempt hair and diluted appearance stood out from everything else. The man slowly turned to notice the stranger behind him. “John…” said the familiar, yet devastated voice. “…after all these years you came for me?” The hooded figure with a quick motion removed his protective hood. It was John, now a reconnaissance and control agent with some years on both his hair and face. His expression, once filled with excitement, was drained and empty. His eyes were cold and empty, devoid of all feeling. “You need to pay for what you have done.” informed John coldly, his face unchanged by his words.
“Even in the time that has passed…” said the man turning his reddish eyes towards John. “…I have not forgotten what I did or what I have done in this long life of mine.” John stood indifferent before the last man that witnessed his feelings. “What is the fate of your other friend? The one that opened my eyes?” the monster asked with worry, the monster’s first display of regret. “I must thank him for the sorrow that he provided me.” John remained silent and fixed on the monster. “I came to do my job monster.” said John lifting his shotgun before him. “I have been waiting all this time for you to do so.” replied the monster in a mixture of sadness and joy. The monster lifted his head and faced the shotgun ready. “It is now that I understand humanity, it is now that I understand how powerful regret can be.” Softly squeezing the trigger the shotgun fired silencing the sand storm outside for a brief second. John turned his back to the lifeless body of the monster and left the hut to be quickly engulfed by the ravaging sand storm.
Some days after…
Back at the agency, over the so familiar basement the RC director stood before seven cylindrical containers each dancing with an unknown green liquid inside. The door quickly opened and John surfaced from the darkness. He looked at the seven cylinders, with special focus on the one in the center. “If they would have listened…truly regretful.” said the RC director holding nervously a metal cup. “We have another assignment for you.” he quickly added. John looked at him without an expression, just awaiting orders. The director dropped a heavy file on the table in front of them and left. John inspected the files quickly before shifting is gaze to that special container. He approached and softly said: “Wake up.”
“If only the monster knew…”
I walked slowly through the darkened hallway. A few lights flickered illuminating the trembling gun in my hands. I had left Amy behind either unconscious or dead. It did not matter, I knew the monster was not in the basement anymore. I slowly approached the reinforced door that would lead to the main floor. Through it I could hear a muffled noise. Flashing my card over the security panel I was overwhelmed by a chorus of screams and moans. It was complete chaos, blood everywhere. I could see bodies lying on the floor motionless. Some of them had lost their human shape. It took me a while to leave the basement entrance. I was afraid of what I would find, but more than afraid I regretted everything. Meeting the monster, insulting him, every last thing that related to him, I wish I could undo it somehow.
With some bravery I ventured deeper on the main floor. The screams continued far away from my locations as I looked around, no survivors. Everybody was dead. The monster did not discriminate in anyway; he killed everyone in his path. Suddenly, I remembered that the RC department was not far from my location. If there was a safe place, it would be RC. I quickly moved through the hallways and cubicles covering my head from sight. I could track the monster as the screams moved with him; he was thorough. I arrived to the department and tried to keep away from the lobby, being such an opened and exposed area. Making a quick turn I suddenly found myself facing the business end of a shotgun. Behind it I saw a pair of solid eyes. After the shock I noticed John behinds the gun. He relaxed as he noticed me. “What the hell did you two do?” protested John demanding answers. “Where is Amy?” I looked down, his face quickly shifted. “He killed her too?” John stated with surprise. “I really did not think he would go for the directors…”
“What are we going to do?” I questioned him. “Are we escaping?” He declined with his head. “I cannot, as an RC trainee I have to stay and protect the agency.” he informed strangely solemn. “Then I am leaving through the first exit I find.” I stated quickly to be pulled by the shoulder. “You are not going anywhere, we are solving this. You know this is your fault, right?” John stated in a solid manner. It was now that I understood my full blame. I was no more afraid than I was regretful of everything. All these people, the entire agency were destroyed because of me. John stood up and quickly came down. “Oh shit!” he yelled to himself. “He is here. I wonder why we are not feeling the…” Suddenly we were hit by the wave of absolute fear. As soon as it covered me I screamed to the top of my lungs. John gave me a hopeless gaze before he fell to the floor in pain. Curled from pure fear I heard his steps approaching. This is it…this is the end. I felt his strong grasp on my shirt. Goodbye world, this is it. He pulled me towards the lobby along with John. Suddenly the wave retracted and there he stood. I had never seen his red eyes shine the way they did.
“So here you are…my friend.” the monster said politely as he helped me stand up. I fell to my knees and lifted my eyes slightly; he was completely covered in blood and a plain smile in his face. “I am free.” he uttered as he turned around to look at the destroyed lobby. The upper level windows were completely obliterated, a few bodies hanged from the broken windows painting the polished silver in red. “I have to thank you, my friend.” he continued plainly. “I am free now and the world shall feel me again. I long to have humanity experience fear once again.” My head was slowly clearing up. I saw the monster as he stood looking around as a recently loosen dog, unable to focus his attention. I must have dropped my gun when the wave hit me. “Shall we finish this?” he asked turning his red eyes to me.
“Hey, I am still here.” John coughed from a corner. “We are the ones that will finish this.” The monster scoffed turning to John. “I did like you John.” he stated smiling while lifting his right hand. John dropped suddenly to his knees hurt by an unknown force. “Your feelings are beautiful, John. You have Happiness and excitement, with a great deal of kindness. Not too much anger or sadness, but plenty of fear…oh fear.” I saw my partner as he twitched from being emptied of all possible feelings. I stood up while the monster focused his attention to John, he did not notice me. With regret and all my strength I rammed the monster against the wall. Unaffected he flickered his arm and pushed me to the other side of the lobby. “And you…” he said with a smirk in his face. “…filled with sadness and anger. What little anger John had, you supplied. No excitement or happiness, let alone kindness. You are surely the sourest meal I’ve had in a while.”
The monster lifted his hand and quickly I felt an invisible spear pierce my chest. It exploded in all directions. I felt as every emotion and feelings was being pulled out of me. I was being stripped of it all. I was not angry at myself anymore. I was not sad or afraid. Yet, regret…I had regret. As my only option I pressed my regret as hard as possible. Quickly I saw as the monster face shake in confusion. “What is this?” he asked himself unable to move his hand. “It cannot be!” His reddish eyes shifted madly trying to find a way out, but he could not move. I knew what was happening. I focused even harder on the regret I had. Regret to everything that had happened, regret of my lonely life, regret of myself. The monster face was suddenly flooded with regret. He moved his hand looking with surprise all the blood in it. He looked at John unconscious in the floor. “What have I done?” he muttered as he leaped to a higher floor vanishing in the darkness. I stood there blankly staring at John. My eyes closed slowly on their own as I felt my body hit the floor abruptly. In the silence of utter regret I heard John’s voice. “Wake up.”
I was surrounded by darkness. Through its veil I could see a pair of red eyes. They were fixated at me, unmoving and ready. From the darkness I could see the figure of a man. I knew it was him…it was the monster. He was angry, like never before. His elegant posture was gone; he stood in front of me like a madman. I wondered why he did not attack. He surely was aggravated by my insult the other night, yet he remained unmoved. His fierce look was similar to a lion waiting a wrong move from its trainer. Suddenly a bright light showered the place and around the monster stood six persons. Each of various ages and gender had a recognizable expression in their faces. Anger, sadness, fear, excitement, happiness and kindness, they were all there. I quickly noticed I was the seventh, the seventh feeling. As I noticed this the monster leaped towards me. Just at the instant he would destroy me I woke up. Dressed in sweat I looked around, I was alone in my room. I noticed the time in the clock, just a few minutes before it would announce the beginning of the day.
While driving towards the agency I was thoughtful. I felt as my insults towards the monster were necessary, but somehow inappropriate. How could I so ignorantly said what I said. I recognized it was entirely foolish from me, but I could not do anything about it. It was already done. Quickly arriving and facing the lobby I saw John waiting for me. “Hey!” he yelled waving his hands. “How was the weekend?” I looked at him serious. “I can’t ask you about your weekend?” he whined mockingly. We started walking and I had to bare whatever adventure John had over the weekend. What date he barely managed to get, yet horribly ruined. Upon arriving to Monitoring, I saw Amy, our director, waiting besides my cubicle. I quickly knew it had to do with the monster. John noticed her and with a reinforcing pat in the back vanished. “You know why I am here.” she said serious with her arms crossed. I put aside my things and turned to her. “Yes, I do.” I replied guilty. “Walk with me.” she ordered turning around.
We remained silent as we walked towards the basement. This was childish if she was going to urge me to apologize to the monster. As we were walking I could feel her annoyed breathing, she did not want to be here. I could see the reinforced door from where we were, yet Amy took another hallway; the one from the other night. Now I was confused. I would have asked, but I felt crushed by her presence. Reaching the unsuspicious door she reached for her keycard and flashed it over a corner of the wall. The wall hissed and slowly opened. Even more confused I kept looking at the door while we entered the new entrance on the wall. With a few steps we reached a dark room. The sound of bubbles pierced the darkness along with sloshing water. Suddenly the light came on. Before me were six cylinders filled with a strange green liquid. In them floated six persons with a facemask presumably providing oxygen. Each had a fixed expression: anger, sadness, fear, excitement, happiness and kindness. I could not figure why I was in that room. Why was Amy showing me this?
“These are the Six.” she informed standing beside me. “They are tied to the monster…they are the source of his feelings.” “What do you mean?” I asked shy and curious. “Without these six people, the monster would not feel anger or sadness; he would just be a monster.” she lectured me observing the floating bodies. “These people were victims that the monster consumed entirely. It is said that each victim had that last feeling just before the monster sucked everything out.” The thought pierced my head with fear. “Do you know why I brought you here?”she asked expecting an answer from me; I had none. I looked at the hypnotic movement from the bodies in the tank trying to escape answering. “I do not want you to ruin what we have right now. We have the monster under control.” she hinted a scold.
Suddenly a loud crashed echoed through the walls. A small tremor shocked the floors and the walls. The floating bodies danced accordingly. I looked at Amy and she was terrified, she knew something I did not. She quickly ran to a wall and grabbed a gun from a cabinet. “Wait here.” she yelled as she vanished in the hallway. Waiting just a few seconds a started walking towards the hallway and saw Amy motionless holding her gun towards the other hallway. Her eyes were blank. I quickly ran to her as she started to fall. Unable to stop it, I grabbed her body from the floor; she was unresponsive. Her eyes were empty, her expression filled with pure terror. I laid her body to the side and took the gun. When I turned fear took over me. This was a nightmare coming true. The monster’s door was completely destroyed. He escaped, the monster escaped!
“You better beware if the monster ever escapes.”
The agency’s lobby cleanness and luster had a way to impress me every time I arrived to work. For some reason the tall glass walls and silver details on the edges resonated to my liking. Observing the surroundings I noticed the attendant in the main desk; replaced. Like Swiss clockwork exactly two weeks had gone by after the last one was hired. Looking closely I saw John talking to her surely giving his rehearsed welcome speech. I turned smiling to John’s predictable behavior and headed to my cubicle at Monitoring.
“She is gorgeous!,” said a voice approaching behind me. Without turning I knew it was John.
“I wonder if the agency does this on purpose,” he continued. “Did she ignore you like the other hundred?,” I asked teasing. He remained silent; I am starting to believe that the agency does say something about John and his “approaches”.
When we reached our cubicles I put my bag on the floor and reached for my computer. “What is this?,” asked John curious. “Hey, you have one too,” he pointed out. Over the mess of papers was a gently placed ivory envelope with a red wax seal. Approaching it I knew what it was, I had a feeling this was going to happen. “An invitation to dinner from the monster?,” squealed John from excitement while reading the paper. I grabbed the envelope and noticed it had my name in some fancy font. Opening it I read the message:
You are cordially invited to a joyful dinner celebration.
Agency’s Basement at 8:00 pm.
Please bring formal wear.
This invitation is only extended to the receiver of this letter.
“Are you serious?” I asked out loud in both confusion and amusement.
“What should I wear?,”he questioned himself excited. What purpose could the monster have to invite us to dinner? Remembering the meeting of the directors a concern struck me; was this part of the agreement to allow every single desire from the monster? A sudden fear crawled on my back as I imagined horrible scenarios which involved blood and death. I looked as John sat in his desk gleaming his joy to everyone; I really did not understand his feelings.
After a monotonous day and the trip to and from my house I waited for John in the darkened and empty lobby. A few people walked by staring at me and my attire. I do not know if it was fear or madness wearing a tux for this dinner, but I was not going to experiment with the monster’s quirks. He was unpredictable to my standards. Some minutes went by before John showed up as excited as in the morning. “Can you believe this? A private dinner with the monster!,” he said unable to contain himself.
“Must I warn you about your emotions? Try to keep cool, remember that strong emotions work against us when he is around,” I reproached him strongly. I was too concerned with the monster’s intentions to let anything get out of control. We quickly reached the entrance to the basement and soon we were walking through it. The clanking of our shoes echoed in the walls and approaching the door I turned to notice a hallway that ended with an inconspicuous door. I do not remember noticing this hallway before, but ignoring I turned. Looking at the monster’s door I noticed the opened locks. John proceeded to knock and almost instantaneously the door moved. From it, a pale and ancient butler was standing behind it. “Welcome,” he stated plainly and waved for us to come in.
Entering the familiar main room the piano echoed like last time. Though, this time the song was a jolly one. Each note was delivered in harmony to the last and could make anyone want to dance to it. The butler waved his ghostly hands for us to follow. Crossing another hallway we were greeted by an extravagant table for ten people. “How many people are coming?,” John asked the butler. He lifted his bony hand sticking two fingers out. The butler turned and walked to the side of the table and waving again he expected for us to sit. Upon sitting he left the room. John and I were left to admire the delicacy of the table arrangement and the expensive arrangement of flowers. After a while we heard the piano suddenly stop and the approaching steps. “I am sorry for my tardiness, gentlemen,” the monster apologized while walking to the end of the table. Sitting delicately he took his dinner napkin and placed it on his lap. He shifted his reddish eyes quickly from the napkin to us. “I hope you are hungry,” he said with a friendly smile. I looked at John and saw he was controlled. My emotions were also controlled and it seemed to be working. With a snap of his fingers the ghastly butler brought a cart with expensive looking trays with all sort of foods. Placing them on the table the monster once again smiled and gestured for us to eat.
After some plates and cups of wine we were having small chat with the monster. I am unsure if it was the alcohol or the monster, but I was relaxed. We talked calmly and carelessly. “John, how did the test go?,” queried the monster casually.
“It went well, maybe in some months I will start training,” replied John pleased.
“What test are you talking about?,” I asked confused on what was going on.
“He has not told you?,” said the monster surprised. “John is applying to be a Reconnaissance and Control agent. Had too much fun the other night I guess,” continued the monster content. Why did I not know this? John had been my friend for some years now and he told the monster before me?
“I meant to tell you, yet I ran with the monster and told him first,” murmured John a bit ashamed. I had to control my feelings, any strong emotion could spiral me into chaos.
“Well, that is great! We should make a toast,” I exclaimed shrouding my own emotions. I saw the monster give me a quick and devilish smirk as I lifted my glass.
After the toast we finished our meals and stayed talking over more wine. “How old are you?,” I suddenly questioned the monster. His smile shifted to confusion and looked at me curious.
“It is not polite to ask a gentleman his age,” he replied deflecting my question. “I will say I have been here a long time,” he continued shifting his glass to the side.
“How long have you worked for the agency?,” I questioned again hinting on the word work. His smile was shutting down. John looked awkwardly at his glass, he knew what I was doing and did not approve.
“I have been here quite some time…,” the monster replied a bit insulted. “…in fact I think I am due some vacations,” he emphasized on the word vacation.
“Aren’t we a happy group?,” interrupted John awkwardly. The monster was suddenly serious and I was smirking. For a moment I was in control, even as dangerous as it was. “Do you think the agency will allow you to have vacations?,” I pushed once more.
The monster dropped his glass. The shatter echoed within the room, the monster was motionless. For the first time his red eyes portrayed confusion and anger. “I believe we should conclude this wonderful dinner,” muttered the monster while slowly standing from the table. “I will have my butler show you the way out.” He left the room in what seemed to be repressed anger. Vanishing in the hallway the butler came in and guided us to the exit. John and I stood up and left the room. Walking towards the exit I heard what punching a piano sounds like. Having the steel door close behind us John looked at me disapprovingly. “Are you crazy?,” he protested.
“This monster is the agency’s plaything. I think is right that he knows he’s just a slave.” I replied calmly. “The agency should not wield such a dangerous thing.” John calmed down and started walking through the monotonic hallway. I stood there in silent. If only I could have known the terrible mistake I made that night. If only I could have known what happened next.
“There is only one thing more horrible than the monster; human greed.”
It had been a few days after the assignment. Our lives, both John’s and mine were back to normal. We sat in our respective cubicles reading charts and looking at environmental patterns. Even though some time had gone by, the sting from the assignment lurked in the back of my head. Yet, another thought surprisingly prevailed beyond the shock; what was the agency’s plan for the monster? I could not shake the uneasiness of thinking that if the monster would attack, we would not stand a chance.
Overwhelmed by thought, I decided to take a break and take a walk around the complex. Being a monitoring employee gave me that freedom; our job relied on our clear heads and our clean eyes so these breaks were expected. Leaving the cubicle John looked at me curious and concerned. He, unlike me, was unaffected by the assignment. “Where are you going?,” he asked stopping me before I could leave.
“Just a bathroom break mother, can I go? ” I replied a bit annoyed. He nodded playing along and return to his things. Exiting the department I quickly got lost in the unchanging maze of cubicles of an unrecognized department. The silent was dizzying; only the sound of flipping pages was present. Going by one of the cubicles I saw a big worn book, probably one of the oldest books in the world. Some pages peeked out of the side trying to avidly escape. Noticing there was no one in the cubicle, I stepped in and opened the book. Dust and an aged smell burst out of it. From the first glanced it seemed to be a catalogue for monsters.
The book was written in a bizarre language probably only understood by the people from this department. Flipping through the pages I noticed some recognizable monsters: werewolves, banshees, goblins…even zombies. All the information on them was there, only unreachable to me. With a random flip of pages I stood in shock…it was him. An exact portrait of the monster was sketched in the book; his red eyes could be felt from the black and white ink. I tried hard to look at the symbols that described him, but as hard as I tried I could not get anything out of it. Passing to the next page a strange image was portrayed. The monster was surrounded by seven figures each with a distinct expression in their face: anger, sadness, fear, excitement, happiness and kindness. The man with the last expression was blurred in the ink and his description was torn off.
Lifting my head to give it some thought, I saw the director of RC walking in a hurry. What was he doing here? It is very unusual for the directors to leave their current departments. Out of curiosity I decided to follow him. Making sure he would not notice me, I walked behind him some time. He seldom looked back while walking. Taking a sharp corner he went inside a regular door that he left ajar.
I stepped close to the door and quickly glanced inside. The four directors and the agency chief were sitting in a plain table. “Chief, we can continue monster’s fund for quite some time,” said the Finance director, a slick tall man with a devious look.
“This goes beyond funding, Amon.” growled the RC director.
“This monster has always been a potential threat to the agency. Reconnaissance and control will not be able to contain a class one event.”
“Verin, the monster has provided advantages to both your and my department. How many agents have been saved by using the monster?,” said Vetis, the seductive yet serious director from my department, Monitoring.
“You are quite clear that the monster is not fully understood, right Vetis?,” questioned an old man, by elimination he was the director of Documentation.
“What are you suggesting, Eligor? What do your old books and your useless scrolls tell us about the monster,” replied Amon facing forward with his devilish eyes.
“I said enough about the monster, all that we know. I, like Verin, choose to tread carefully. We both know what price ignorance pays in these situations.”
“Chief, we will not be able to control a breakout,” pressed Verin in a subtle, yet pressing tone.
The chief stood up without a word. He looked at his subordinates deeply and thoughtful. “We will continue to use the monster no matter the cost,” said the chief with a hoarse voice and great willpower. “We will continue to provide him everything that he desires.”