Ek weet ek het lank laas ge-blog, maar ek het deur `n tyd gegaan waar ek in `n kwessie van 2 weke iets soos 6 lang opstelle moes ingee en 5 predikaattoetse moes skryf. Dit was nie fun nie, maar na `n lang tyd van psigiese nood en aande wat deurnag gewerk is, het ek aan die ander kant emerge, smack bang in eksamentyd in. Ek het al voorheen geskryf dat ek mal is oor eksamentyd, dit is my rustigste tyd van die jaar. So ek is nou in die middel van my tyd van laat slaap en procrastinating.
`n Ander ding waarmee ek ge-deal het, maar nie dat `n vreeslike nuwe gebeurtenis is nie, naamlik die alewige wonder oor wat die hel ek nou eintelik met my lewe doen. Vandat ek universiteit toe gekom het, was die plan nog altyd om joernalistiek nagraads the swot. Ek moet erken in my twee en `n half jaar het ek al dikwels gewonder of dit die regte pad is vir my. En wanneer ek sê dikwels, bedoel ek elke keer wanneer ek my ekonomie-punte terugkry. Natuurlik is ekonomie nie nodig vir joernalistiek nie, maar die ou by die kantoor het vir my gesê hulle soek vir mense met die spesifieke graad wat ek nou doen en ongelukkig is ekonomie `n vereiste daarvoor. Maar ek moes nou onlangs artikels skryf vir ons koshuis se koerantjie en dit het my net herinner hoe mal ek daaroor is. So ek is nou weer OK met die plan, ten spyte van die feit dat ek weer amper ekonomie gedop het.
Natuurlik is daar goed wat mens distract in moeilike tye soos die, soos awesome King Arthur novels wanneer jy `n tydjie het (met ander woorde, in klas terwyl dosente aanpraat oor boring goed soos elvolutionary game theory en demokratiese konsolidasie).
Natuurlik is ek ook altyd inspired om te skryf as ek so baie werk het, so ek het myself omgekoop om te werk met ure van skryf hier en daar. Hierdie is die introduction van my eie fantacy novel en dis in Engels, so be gentle with me:
Introduction
In a world of myth there once was a time when there were two sources of power. There were the elves, fair and powerful creatures that lived for hundreds of years. And then there was the human centre of power, usually referred to as the first-born for reasons that have passed out of knowledge.
There were never large populations of elves, perhaps it was because they lived so long. Perhaps the legend was true that a female elf would only conceive a child if she was in love with the father as he with her. Some centuries ago there had been genocide of the elves by a kingdom called Rundan, and it was believed that all of the elves had been killed. But some survived. They had always been extremely secretive and now they were even more so since the massacre. All elves born had the elfish power and even though they seemed identical to humans for all but their ears, they were still easy to notice if you knew what to look for. There had been some unions between elves and normal humans and the children of these unions would inhered trades from both parent. These children were normally called “Halflings” of “Half-bloods”. Halflings were extremely rare, but more common than most people knew. The reason for this was that most Halflings inherited no elfish trades at all and it is only a small number that seem to have elf-blood. Even the few that show signs of elfish-blood only showed minor characteristics such as a stronger sense of hearing or smell. Less than half a dozen Halflings have inherited the elfish power.
The first-born on the other hand were different. There were only some humans who were of the first-born - Great men of the past. Where the power had come from, no one would ever know, but it was told that all of the kings of the kingdoms had been of the first-born once. But as centuries past, most of the lines of the first-born were broken until there was only one line left. One single line that would remove all the first-born from the world if it were to be broken. The power of the first-born was passed from father to son, and only the first born son would receive the power. There were many legends as to how a line would be broken as most of the lines were broken long ago. Some say that all broken lines have one generation of only daughters in its past. Some say that when a man has a cruel heart, he’s son would not receive the power of the first-born. And some say that the power could only be carried on when the king was in love with his wife.
There was one thing that both these powers and the wielders of them had in common and that was fire… Like the fire they wielded, they were strongly drawn to the fire that would complete each of them and that fire would often be found in the unlikeliest of places. This is the story of the union of the two powers…
