Child Of The Elves
In the Lands of the Realm of Light, a battle is forged, a journey is set and a battle cry looms in the distance. Child Of The Elves is book 1 of the Elven Quest Trilogy.
Centered in the fantasy Realm of Light, two prophecies were wrote:
"One will Rule and One will Turn."
"A magical born child will determine the fate of both realms."
The mighty Centaurs interpretation of the first prophecy surrounds Prince Alfred and Prince Jewles, the royal and noble princes of the Elven Nation. The noble sons of Queen Eleve'.
The second prophecy is clouded in mystery. The prophecy surrounds a child, interpreted as a magical born child whose powers will determine the fate of both realms.
"A mere child could never possess enough magical strength to move a cup, let a lone to cause any great harm." shouted Smarthaug as he glowed radiant white with rage.
(Child Of The Elves book one Fall 2010)
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Elven Warriors, Child of the Elves trilogy
The word elven dates back centuries. Misconception to its origins and claims by many cultures creates blurred synopsis to its true description.
In the Child of the Elves series you will see a new meaning to the word "Elves" brought to life in a land where seven kingdoms are ruled independently, yet survive under governance from the Elves.
The elves in the trilogy Child of the Elves are very tall and muscular build warriors. Their training begins at an early age, consistent with present day human school age children but the elven tradition for education goes further then just academics. The elven child must master several levels of its education and training before they can be considered worthy enough to earn the rights to their name.
Training of an elf consists of years of academics, alchemy and basic arms training.
It is not until all of those areas of mastered before the arms training broadens into integrated levels of basic magic.
Once a elven pupil shows the ability to master both the beginning of the arms training and magical creation only then can they move on into other areas such as potions and concealment.
Advanced elven training is not achieved all pupils. Only a few are selected by the
elders to continue their training.
Through multiple competitive training battles staged in front of the entire nation and seven elven elders, only the best are chosen to continue into the advanced elven training school. In the advanced elven training school, pupils receive intense magical training where they learn the skills to become guards in the out land patrols or work in the department of defense for the elven nation or various other areas where the elven elders decide they are best suited for the whole of the Elven Nation.
Advanced magical training builds from the basic use of magic to the master level, in which a pupil can shape shift into other creatures, use concealment to turn translucent and create advance level potions. At the master level a graduate earns the right to be commissioned as an Elven Warrior of the Nation.
Pupils that are not chosen worthy for the intense training of the advanced magic school must go to the trade and commodity school where they can choose their best suited trade position within the Elven Nation.
Since trade and commodity is supplied throughout the seven kingdoms by the Elves of the Nation, the trade and commodity school is most important to the survival of the Elven Nations future, by bringing to life the best out of its next generation.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Blog Update November 20, 2009
Child of the Elves book 2 is in the creative stages. I love this part, it is called random chapters and intensive character creation. (This is where the author shuts the door and lets the magic flow from their minds eye to paper.)
In Book 2 the plot thickens... Child of the Elves is revealed to the entire lands of the Realm of Light and the battle is forged.
In Book 2 the plot thickens... Child of the Elves is revealed to the entire lands of the Realm of Light and the battle is forged.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Old Wold English vs. Proper English.
What is old world English?
What is proper English?
Interesting debate, if I do say so myself.
What is proper English? Who decided what was proper dialect and what is improper?
Each region of the world has its own dialect, its own meaning to words that in the English translation is a different interpretation all together.
Debate: There are many different versions of what is considered "English".
Rationality: Depending on where you are in the world a word could be interpreted differently.
Translation vs. Intention:
When using old world diction, writing in plain English for North American books, conforming to proper English is challenging yet rewarding.
This is a subject that writers encounter daily. Unfortunately if you are writing for North American markets, a writer must conform and choose different proper diction.
Sincerely,
C.M. Lloyd.
What is proper English?
Interesting debate, if I do say so myself.
What is proper English? Who decided what was proper dialect and what is improper?
Each region of the world has its own dialect, its own meaning to words that in the English translation is a different interpretation all together.
Debate: There are many different versions of what is considered "English".
Rationality: Depending on where you are in the world a word could be interpreted differently.
Translation vs. Intention:
When using old world diction, writing in plain English for North American books, conforming to proper English is challenging yet rewarding.
This is a subject that writers encounter daily. Unfortunately if you are writing for North American markets, a writer must conform and choose different proper diction.
Sincerely,
C.M. Lloyd.
Those that walk among us.
Those that have the ability to stand alone while in a crowd.
Interesting people who walk in a crowd that stand out from the rest and yet have no recognition for such abilities.
Have you ever stood on the outside of a crowded area and watched the people walk by?
If you have never had the pleasure of doing such a feat, my suggestion would be to try it.
It is so easy to walk past someone and ignore their ability to stand among us with individuality.
Passiveness or ignorance to the beliefs of others or their understanding of what is normal.
I met someone the other night, to whom caught my attention merely because they were walking in a crowd but yet their walk was much different from the rest and yet the reality was because they stood out from the crowd, they were more interesting to me then the multitude that walked in the same crowd.
Confused?
No matter who you are, where you come from, let no one make you conform to their beliefs or the ideology of what is normal for them.
What is normal for one will never be normal for another.
Individuality is what it is truly about.
To all of you who walk in your own accord, I applaud you.
C. M. Lloyd
Interesting people who walk in a crowd that stand out from the rest and yet have no recognition for such abilities.
Have you ever stood on the outside of a crowded area and watched the people walk by?
If you have never had the pleasure of doing such a feat, my suggestion would be to try it.
It is so easy to walk past someone and ignore their ability to stand among us with individuality.
Passiveness or ignorance to the beliefs of others or their understanding of what is normal.
I met someone the other night, to whom caught my attention merely because they were walking in a crowd but yet their walk was much different from the rest and yet the reality was because they stood out from the crowd, they were more interesting to me then the multitude that walked in the same crowd.
Confused?
No matter who you are, where you come from, let no one make you conform to their beliefs or the ideology of what is normal for them.
What is normal for one will never be normal for another.
Individuality is what it is truly about.
To all of you who walk in your own accord, I applaud you.
C. M. Lloyd
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Maude the Mystic by Author C. M. Lloyd Child of the Elves book 1 Elven Quest Trilogy
If you follow our twitter feeds at http://www.twitter.com/childoftheelves you would have read the tweets on Sunday July 19, 2009 concerning the most fantastic mystic I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I went to the shore last weekend. Wonderful time, DE. in summer. Now, to the story...
I had just arrived and decided to go down to the beach.
It was evening twilight... my favorite time of the day.
As I walked toward the ocean a woman caught my eye, she was laying on the beach in a half lay - half sitting position. The wind was blowing. The waves were crashing... you would have thought the night was perfect for her.
To me, I saw a mystic, a rare sight in the United States.
I was so caught off guard by her in the distance that I found myself walking in her direction.
As a author you wonder multiple things. Mostly you are obsessed with the particular story you are writing...
She was sitting - laying on the beach minding watching the waves and was ignoring others who were making fun of her and cracking jokes.
"To me, she was an awesome person, who lived the life of a mystic.
Her clothes were draping, her hair was long and withered.
Her nails were long and un-kept.
Her face shown the years and a history most would never understand
and a walk not many people would walk.
but, lying beside her was the most amazing staff that I had ever seen.
"Does your staff have a name?" I said, as I caught her off guard...
and I believe at first she thought I too, was making fun of her.
But of course I was not making fun of her, because to someone like me...
she was the most amazing person that I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
When I repeated myself once more and asked her
"Does your staff have a name?" she shouted "I make them too!"
The smile must have gone from my left ear to my right ear... because she still thought I was making fun of her. (it shows how cruel some people really are to others that they just don't think are "Normal".
By this time I think the 40 + people that were making fun of her when I had walked up
thought I too was making fun of her because they became quite and their comments faded in the wind as if waiting to hear what I was saying to her.
I simply smiled even wider and said even louder.
"I absolutely love your staff. I understand that you made it. Does it have a name?"
She belted... "Yes, No... I mean, it is a staff of Power!"
"Yes!" ( I screamed silently to myself)
I finally cracked through her tough skin and now she realized that I was actually standing right beside her and that I was truly speaking to her and that I actually thought that she was the most amazing person.
So, now I have her attention and of course the attention of about 40 people standing there and with the greatest honor I think I have ever had the pleasure of doing.
I raised my voice, looked her in the eyes and held out my hand in a gesture to shake her hand and start the whole conversation over.
"How rude of me, my name is C. M. Lloyd and I am a fantasy author
and I am honored to have made your acquaintance this evening."
She shook my hand back and as she left go of my hand I asked her,
"May I ask your name?"
I think she was afraid to tell me her name or even to belt it out loud and as I raised my eyebrows at her prompting her response, she finally said in a low voice.
"My name is Maude."
"Maude, It is very nice to meet you." I said with a smile.
"Your staff of power is exquisite. You have done a wonderful job in its design and for that I applaud you. From the stand point of a fantasy author, You, Maude are what we write novels based on."
I stopped at this point to allow everyone there the chance to soak in what was just said and what I was about to say. You could have heard a needle drop against the sounds of the ocean.
"You are the true life version of what I envision when I put pen to paper.
I am honored to have met you and your staff of power, less no one here forget that without someone as special as Maude and with the bravery to walk a life not like anyone here for she is a type of person you cling to book stores and authors for."
and the smile she had on her face was the biggest one I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Remember to a fantasy author, real is real, but reality can blend to fantasy and fantasy can blend to reality... but in the end as long as,
We can stand on a beach and find a mystic woman who can become a character in a novel and turn reality into fantasy, I was truly honored...
That is the difference between a true fantasy writer and someone writing fantasy or even fiction.
I was and will always be, honored to have met her and her staff of power.
I ask that if anyone ever finds Maude on a beach or walking down the street or sitting on the bench...
That you smile and think "Fantasy."
by, C. M. Lloyd
Fantasy Author
Child of the Elves book 1
Fall 2010
The Elven Quest Trilogy.
www.childoftheelves.com
I went to the shore last weekend. Wonderful time, DE. in summer. Now, to the story...
I had just arrived and decided to go down to the beach.
It was evening twilight... my favorite time of the day.
As I walked toward the ocean a woman caught my eye, she was laying on the beach in a half lay - half sitting position. The wind was blowing. The waves were crashing... you would have thought the night was perfect for her.
To me, I saw a mystic, a rare sight in the United States.
I was so caught off guard by her in the distance that I found myself walking in her direction.
As a author you wonder multiple things. Mostly you are obsessed with the particular story you are writing...
She was sitting - laying on the beach minding watching the waves and was ignoring others who were making fun of her and cracking jokes.
"To me, she was an awesome person, who lived the life of a mystic.
Her clothes were draping, her hair was long and withered.
Her nails were long and un-kept.
Her face shown the years and a history most would never understand
and a walk not many people would walk.
but, lying beside her was the most amazing staff that I had ever seen.
"Does your staff have a name?" I said, as I caught her off guard...
and I believe at first she thought I too, was making fun of her.
But of course I was not making fun of her, because to someone like me...
she was the most amazing person that I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
When I repeated myself once more and asked her
"Does your staff have a name?" she shouted "I make them too!"
The smile must have gone from my left ear to my right ear... because she still thought I was making fun of her. (it shows how cruel some people really are to others that they just don't think are "Normal".
By this time I think the 40 + people that were making fun of her when I had walked up
thought I too was making fun of her because they became quite and their comments faded in the wind as if waiting to hear what I was saying to her.
I simply smiled even wider and said even louder.
"I absolutely love your staff. I understand that you made it. Does it have a name?"
She belted... "Yes, No... I mean, it is a staff of Power!"
"Yes!" ( I screamed silently to myself)
I finally cracked through her tough skin and now she realized that I was actually standing right beside her and that I was truly speaking to her and that I actually thought that she was the most amazing person.
So, now I have her attention and of course the attention of about 40 people standing there and with the greatest honor I think I have ever had the pleasure of doing.
I raised my voice, looked her in the eyes and held out my hand in a gesture to shake her hand and start the whole conversation over.
"How rude of me, my name is C. M. Lloyd and I am a fantasy author
and I am honored to have made your acquaintance this evening."
She shook my hand back and as she left go of my hand I asked her,
"May I ask your name?"
I think she was afraid to tell me her name or even to belt it out loud and as I raised my eyebrows at her prompting her response, she finally said in a low voice.
"My name is Maude."
"Maude, It is very nice to meet you." I said with a smile.
"Your staff of power is exquisite. You have done a wonderful job in its design and for that I applaud you. From the stand point of a fantasy author, You, Maude are what we write novels based on."
I stopped at this point to allow everyone there the chance to soak in what was just said and what I was about to say. You could have heard a needle drop against the sounds of the ocean.
"You are the true life version of what I envision when I put pen to paper.
I am honored to have met you and your staff of power, less no one here forget that without someone as special as Maude and with the bravery to walk a life not like anyone here for she is a type of person you cling to book stores and authors for."
and the smile she had on her face was the biggest one I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Remember to a fantasy author, real is real, but reality can blend to fantasy and fantasy can blend to reality... but in the end as long as,
We can stand on a beach and find a mystic woman who can become a character in a novel and turn reality into fantasy, I was truly honored...
That is the difference between a true fantasy writer and someone writing fantasy or even fiction.
I was and will always be, honored to have met her and her staff of power.
I ask that if anyone ever finds Maude on a beach or walking down the street or sitting on the bench...
That you smile and think "Fantasy."
by, C. M. Lloyd
Fantasy Author
Child of the Elves book 1
Fall 2010
The Elven Quest Trilogy.
www.childoftheelves.com
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