Lag (not just a gaming term)

It would seem that my energy that would have been used for writing and posting online, have instead been used for my performance in the workplace. I had hopes for a better pace to be had with my writing/posting, but I have very little to report. Unfortunately enough.

In light of the obvious disappointments, I have decided to reiterate my story for those of my readers who have yet to fully understand or piece together my story's plot:


The story starts with a man reminiscing a past he had long forgotten. We find him sharpening his axe blade meticulously, not paying any mind to the intense heat of the adjacent forge. He looks first to the wall across from where he sits and considers the time and sweat poured into each of the 30 weapons. Then he looks to the fire and while his focus is on the pit of the flame, he sees into his past. As the memories begin to come back to him, he cuts his finger while routinely checking the blade of the axe. He places the weapon back into its designated mount on the wall and is then later called by his Mistress, the Head Maid of the castle. Answering her call, he reluctantly follows her into the hallways to do her bidding.

Later on, two of the other characters* in the story, the sisters Cindy and Maybell, are introduced. After having fled from home to escape possible arranged marriages, the two young women took everything they had of worth and set out to find somewhere they could live how they wanted. After a week in a town that appeared easy enough to settle into, the girls began to look for work so they could live. The girls find are unable to find work after trudging through the town, until Maybell spots a man in the local tavern wearing livery on his upper arm. After a quick talk Maybell secures a job for them both as live-in maids at the man's castle outside of town. With excitement pulsing through their veins, the girls get into bed with anticipation as their only incentive. With Maybell fast asleep, Cindy looks out of the nearby window into the outskirts of the small city and up to the castle at the hill's peak. A shriek that sends a chill throughout her body fills the air, though only for a moment. Looking back to the castle, she questions her excitement of the day to come.

Thats the preview for now, please read my posts from the start to get better insight into the world I've started forming!

C. Olson