Ruby Fitzgerald's Blog - Posts Tagged "harmonies-of-war"

"A beautiful woman emerged on the open balcony. Her red hair waved long down her back atop her white Apprentice robes. Aurora dusted them off carefully, and as she looked down at herself she could help but think that she would miss them. Her white robes soon to be traded in for the dark blue robes of a professor, a Dan’te. Today she was sparring. She would face off against several Dan’tes for the first time to prove her readiness to teach. She walked down the hallway passing a beautiful little finch who set off into the sky at her presence. At that exact moment, her eyes lit up a bright silvery blue and her vision began to shake violently. Her Seer’s Inking that curled over her left eye and down her nose moved ever so slightly. It was as if the whole world was being shaken by some kind giant. She collapsed to the ground realizing the issue was not her vision shaking, but the Academy itself. The light in her eyes extinguished as another vicious shake brought down a section of the courtyard wall. She looked to the sky and could see the protective wards that surrounded the Academy walls begin to light up brilliant shades of violet. The Achlese Academy was under attack."

Aurora joined the front line of teachers launching fire directly into the enemy ranks. She summoned a vicious gale that picked up several soldiers and slammed them back. An explosion of color filled the morning sky as arrows and small boulders came crashing down onto the students in the rear. She summoned a gust of wind to try and redirect projectiles away from the innocents. Another volley of arrows soared over the east wall as Aurora created a wall of flame engulfing them, turning their arrows to ash. She turned over her shoulder to see one of her Dan’te’s Shape Shift into a massive white bear and bound toward the group of soldiers. Aurora broke from the teachers and ran for the east battlements. As she looked closer at the attackers she saw familiar magic and spells. They were being attacked by other Descendants among the soldiers. Her eyes burned with anger. The Sharnin are using Descendants to fight us? This gift of magic was designed to create peace, not war. She thought as she turned to run as the massive slab of earth collided with the ground next to her, knocking her off balance.

As I start winding down my edits on Harmonies of War: Magic's Demise and get ready to hand it off to my publisher, it puts me in such an interesting space. I have set the stage with Book 1, and Book 2 goes incredibly deep into the world of magic. We really get to see the Descendants and the light as well as darkness of their journey. You will cry, and scream, and jump for joy at the intensity of the story. Magic's Demise is about a journey into every corner and dimension of existence imaginable. Love, hatred, war, death, miracles, and explosive, earth shattering betrayal. A journey that is eerily similar to what many of us experience in the world today.

And then it hit me like a tsunami.

As readers, YOU are the artists. It is each and every one of you that interpret and color my words in unique and exceptional ways. No matter what I write, I can only imagine how you will see this world. I see it in blues, and purples, and wine. How do you see it? I feel despair, hope, betrayal. What do you feel? Sometimes I read a review that at first glance isn't positive, and then I stop for a minute to see your world, see how you colored it, and I add that little piece of the puzzle to my bigger picture as I write, and am overwhelmed with gratitude.

So as I get ready to send Magic's Demise to my publisher, only to see it again in a few months, with mere glimpses from now until then I say this:

To you, the reader:

Thank you for reading. Thank you for still seeing colors in the world, and thank you for caring enough to talk about it. Thank you for not being afraid to confront the issues you feel when taking a journey into words, and for pushing authors like myself further. Most importantly, thank you for not giving up on art.

Deepok Chopra says the way to fix our planet is through Artists:

"The only people they're afraid of are the Artists, because the Artists serve as the voice of the people. Artists are in a way are the conscience of society. The Artists, can stir people at a very deep level, whether through music, or through movies, or through any kind of entertainment. I have two choices, go to the bar say the heck with it and have a drink, or be the change I wish to see in the world. Hang out with people who want to be the change, and hope that we can create. a critical mass."

Thank you readers, you are the real Artists.