#olcoron

Here I am just popping up out of nowhere lol. Honestly just really proud of actually achieving a goal I set for myself. Even if it did take 3 years to achieve. Life has been rough and I don't nearly play WoW as much as I'd like. (Which sucks because I genuinely did really like Dragonflight. Just was not in a place to play it.) So I've been writing my book here.

I have no words. I finished it a couple of weeks ago and I’m still riding that high. I showed my husband and broke down in tears. I’ve never worked so hard on a goal, and actually achieved it. Through the depression, financial problems, life’s hurdles and the loneliness. I did it.

Proof reading and editing is done and I'm in the process of hiring a cover designer. I'm now looking for writer/author forums and people who I can give a free copy to in exchange for a review on their blog or social media account.

But in the end, I don’t care if it doesn’t make me rich. The fact that I will have a physical copy of something I wrote is enough. The opportunity to share this story is enough. Already planning the second book!!

If you know anyone or know forums where an author can go please message me or leave a comment. Much appreciated!

The synopsis:

((More writing prompts! This was on the spot although I could easily see it in book 2. Finding Home: Phoenix Rising is available now on Amazon. The group is talking about regrets.))

2. What is your character's biggest regret?

Micha sat quietly around the fire with her friends. Her best friend and someone who was as close to a sister as she could have, Leiliana. The broken boy who’d become so loyal and protective, Aiden. Last of course was her protector and sword, Zack. The night was cold so they all huddled close chatting with one another. Suddenly Leiliana asked a question that weighed down the moment. “Y’know I was thinkin’ iffen there was anything I regret.” Everyone looked at her. “I regret never punching Nostriel in the face.” She said with a little nod.

Micha snorted in amusement then covered her mouth to try and stifle her snicker. “Who’s that?” Aiden asked curiously. Leiliana rolled her eyes. “Nice version be she’s a bratty harlot who bullied Micha because she was better than that posh brat.” Now Aiden laughed and covered his mouth. Zack merely frowned. “Nice version huh?” Aiden smiled.

“I regret… not being able to help my friends…” Micha said softly in a somber tone. Zack understood who she was talking about but Leiliana took a moment. “Whot?! Y’do so much already.” But Micha looked at her sadly. “Amireth. Zevryyn…” It was hard for her to smile but for a fleeting moment she did. Aiden had been very close to Amireth and he instantly looked down at the fire. “I couldn’t heal her… I couldn’t bring her back… I couldn’t help Zevryyn out of trouble… that was all because of me.” She frowned.

“Don’t regret… Ami… She wouldn’t have wanted that.” Aiden said softly. “Zevryyn make choice. His. Not you.” Zack clarified. Micha smiled softly but their words didn’t really help. Aiden looked down with a frown. “I regret… not killing Woodrow when I had the chance.” This surprised the girls, as the vampire kept the boy to feed on for years. “There was one night he didn’t lock the cage… I could have killed him but… I was too scared… so I just ran… Which… obviously he caught up to me… Got worse after that…” Micha and Leiliana frowned while the ginger hugged Aiden. “Zack took care of that in the end, yea?” She smiled. Aiden looked up and at Zack, a teary smile on his face as he looked at his savior with a small nod. “In the best way possible.”

After a moment Leiliana got curious since Zack didn’t add to the conversation. Micha thought she knew what his regret was, which was why she didn’t ask. But Leiliana was a curious girl. “Whot ‘bout you Zack-a-roo?” He deeply frowned, almost scowling at the nickname. The huge barbarian crossed his arms over one another. “No regret.” Micha looked at him curiously. “None?” Leiliana asked.

((Working on writing prompts! This one I just took directly from my book, Finding Home: Phoenix Rising. There technically two villains but Nymoria is the main one.))

(The Red Wolf) But a figure made her, and the other students pause and look fearful. Hugging the wall to allow the elf clad in brilliant silver mythril armor trimmed in gold and red armor pass by. Red silk flowed from her sash around her hip, her mythril armor clanking rhythmically with each steep. Her short but vibrant auburn red hair bouncing around cold green eyes. Her thin features pulled in a stoic glare. On her breast plate was a sword with wings. The symbol for the Templar class. 

Templars were feared by the student body and for good reason. Templars however were trained further in the hunting and killing of rogue mages and demons. Many of their abilities nullified magic or damaged foes. They heavily worked as hunters and justice dealers, those who wielded magic and broke the laws of the realms. Mage killers.

None was more feared than the lowland elven General Nymoria Crimsonwood. The Red Wolf. One could say none was more fanatical about serving the Holy Order and keeping those around her in line with the heel of her boot and the point of her sword than her. She was only set loose upon the worst and most dangerous rogue mage, witch or warlock. Though she did hunt demons, her specialty or rather love was hunting mages.